Gathering around the sarcophagus, everyone noticed that the lid of the sarcophagus was not completely closed, leaving a finger-wide gap. Shang Zuo explained that they left in a hurry.
"After you take out the funerary objects, do you still remember to seal the coffin for the tomb owner?" Zigui asked mercilessly.
Hearing this, Shang Zuo's face turned pale, and he explained with some embarrassment that thieves should not leave the tomb without leaving the tomb. These are the rules passed down from ancient times. No matter how bold they are, since they are doing this business, they still have to abide by the rules of the ancestor. Yes, otherwise you will suffer retribution sooner or later.
After saying this, Shang Zuo recalled that the last time he came here, there were more than 20 of them, and now, he was the only one left, still... still living in this way, and couldn't help but feel sad.
If it wasn't for his own greed, how could he have caused his parents to die tragically?
Shang Zuo bit his lips and stared at the sarcophagus with bloodshot eyes. No matter what, he would seal the starving ghost again and avenge his parents.
The fat man was closest to the sarcophagus, and he felt it most clearly. An indescribable cold breath overflowed along the unclosed gap in the coffin lid, and the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.
At this time, Shang Zuo had taken off his shirt, revealing the saint's head wrapped in golden cloth. Han Juanjuan stared at the head with his peripheral vision and his breathing became rapid.
"What's going on?" Shang Zuo was a little panicked, "Why is the saint's head still growing on my body? Why... why doesn't it let me go? There is a sarcophagus in front of me!"
Han Juanjuan swallowed and said, "Is your wrapping too tight? Can you try to loosen the cloth?"
Reaching out and stroking the sarcophagus, Zigui shook his head, "It probably has nothing to do with Bu, it's the sarcophagus. Maybe we have to open the sarcophagus first so that the saint's head can let him go."
The fat man also echoed Zi Gui's words, looking towards the tunnel from which he came, and added: "Perhaps the saint's head sensed some kind of danger. Only when the danger is eliminated will it be willing to return to the sarcophagus."
Hearing the fat man's words, everyone's originally relaxed hearts were suddenly raised again. The only thing in the snowy mountains that could make the saint feel dangerous was the starving ghost.
"What nonsense are you talking about? We haven't encountered anything along the way. If we were discovered by a starving ghost, how could we not be attacked?" Han Juanjuan clenched his fists, stared at the fat man and said angrily: "You Those friends who keep saying they care about you will be killed by starving ghosts if it's any later!"
"Juanjuan." Zigui interrupted him, "It's not that we haven't encountered them, it's just that we avoided them. There are problems with those snowmen. Mr. Wang and I have both encountered them."
"You are too nervous!" Han Juanjuan said loudly, "You know, it's not that I'm anxious, it's that the situation is really urgent now. The other team, including Lu Yu, are all waiting for us!"
"Lu Yu is injured. How long can she last alone? Have you ever thought about her?!" Han Juanjuan became weaker and weaker as he spoke. In the end, his eyes were red and his voice sounded a little crying.
"This brother is right!" Shang Zuo also became excited and walked towards the sarcophagus, holding both hands on the coffin lid. It looked like he was about to open the restaurant, but he kicked something hard under his feet and said " "Crack" sound.
The tomb is relatively large, so using a mobile phone flashlight to illuminate it inevitably leads to blind spots. Shang Zuo used his mobile phone to shine light at his feet and found that what he kicked was a stone.
And there were stones like this surrounding the sarcophagus. Every stone was flat and standing upright. This one was just kicked down by him.
"You did this too?" the fat man asked curiously.
Doubt appeared on Shang Zuo's face. After a moment, he said in a panic: "No, it's not us. It was me who sealed the coffin before leaving. There were definitely no such stones on the ground at that time!"
"What's going on?" Zigui couldn't help but become wary.
The fat man shined his mobile phone flashlight on the ground. After careful observation, he found that the placement of the stones was very particular, and the overall shape showed an arrow-like shape.
In the direction pointed by the arrow, everyone found a boxy thing wrapped in black animal skin.
This thing was inconspicuous in the dark tomb. If it weren't for the arrows, no one would notice it.
But obviously, this thing is not simple.
What was used to wrap this thing was a whole piece of black dog skin. The black dog's withered head was still attached to the skin, and its empty eye holes made it even more weird against the background of the tomb chamber.
After opening it, there was a black wooden box wrapped inside the dog skin.
Inside the box is a very exquisite prayer wheel inlaid with gold and various gemstones.
When he saw the prayer wheel, Fatty suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
That's right!
The monk who gave them the task on the bus held such a luxurious prayer wheel in his hand. Except for the difference in size, the two were almost identical!
At the same time, Fatty thought of what happened in the village at the foot of the mountain.
After the doctor and others came back from walking around, they said they saw a pile of mani and a wooden box containing a prayer wheel on the roadside.
More importantly, the doctor later said that the purpose of placing prayer wheels in that place was to prevent something from pretending to be a human being and sneaking into the sacrificial procession when there were many people.
Could it be... Fatty's eyes paused, but before he could issue a warning, he heard strange noises coming from the passage they entered, as if something was crawling in.
high speed.
Han Juanjuan's face was startled, and he immediately urged: "It's too late, the hungry ghosts are chasing us. Let's open the restaurant quickly and complete the mission!"
However, he just said that he had no intention of opening the restaurant, and seemed to be waiting for others to do it.
"No hurry!" The fat man picked up the prayer wheel and said immediately: "Each of us will take the prayer wheel and spin it a few times. After we finish spinning, we will open the coffin."
Fatty clearly remembered that when Jiang Cheng told this story, he specifically mentioned that the prayer wheel must rotate clockwise, but those things couldn't do it. If they picked up the prayer wheel, the prayer wheel would only turn counterclockwise.
Listening to the crawling sound coming from outside, everyone could imagine that the huge starving ghost was unable to stand in the passage and was crawling towards them on its hands and feet.
The fat man was the first to pick up the prayer wheel and said, "Everyone must turn it clockwise." After he finished turning it, he handed it to Zigui beside him. Zigui did not hesitate, and after turning it clockwise a few times, he handed it to Zigui again. Shang Zuo.
At this time, both Fatty and Zigui became worried, worrying that if the guy who followed them was a ghost, it would be terrible.
But after seeing Shang Zuo turning clockwise several times with their own eyes, the two of them felt a little relieved.
"It's your turn." Shang Zuo thrust the prayer wheel into Han Juanjuan's hand like a hot potato. His attention was focused on the passage, worried that the starving ghosts would come out in the next second and kill them. Everyone.
