Watching Balao gradually disappear from our sight, I don't know why a feeling of panic suddenly rose in my heart.
When I came back to my senses, I saw that several of them had gathered around one of the tombs to study.
I couldn't help but laugh a little.
Yes, we are tomb robbers.
What else can make tomb robbers so excited, of course, cemeteries and mausoleums.
I walked over in the rain and heard Leng Yue's voice saying: "This is the corpse mud from Shu. I'm afraid there is a corpse raising ground around us, and the corpses are still being raised."
Put simply, carrion mud is a kind of dark red mud formed by the decay of corpses and mixing with soil.
This is reflected in the pungent fishy smell in my nasal cavity.
Everyone also understood what the so-called rotting corpse mud meant, and no one had any intention of digging.
At the same time, Alai also took out a few refreshing pills from his body.
"We also have corpse mud in Guangxi, but the color is different from the one here. This pill is to prevent miasma. Taking it can relieve the symptoms of dizziness."
Qi Dachuan, who had not spoken much, asked Uncle Yan if he should move on?
Uncle Yan looked at the jungle behind him, and then at the continuous rain channel above his head: "Go into the jungle, carve out a place where you can set up camp, and then go up the mountain after the rain stops."
The past few days of itinerary have already put a lot of pressure on my body. When I heard that I was going to continue going up the mountain, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Da Zhuang burst into laughter and said, "You can't bear this little pain? Going to the grave is not only a mental job, but also a physical job. Xiao Wu, you need to exercise!"
Except for me, they were all experienced at building a resting place in the mountains and forests, and they quickly found a place where they could rest.
After simply eating some dry food, Uncle Yan asked me to get into my sleeping bag and rest.
I was also very tired, I had never walked such a long way, and I was not polite.
Because Uncle Yan and the others were around, I didn't have too much psychological burden. I fell asleep listening to the sound of rain in my ears.
It's just that I didn't sleep well this time. I always had all kinds of strange dreams, and there was always a smell of blood in my nose.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m in this rotting corpse mud.
Finally I couldn't bear it anymore, so I reached out of my sleeping bag and stretched to get ready.
But just a second before I opened my eyes, my hand touched something very cold, and there was something slippery to the touch, and the smell of blood became more obvious.
Suddenly, his whole body became alert and he suddenly opened his eyes.
That is to say, when I opened my eyes, what came into view almost gave me away.
It was a very old face, white with no trace of color.
There was still some dried blood on his body, as well as some unknown mucus, and I placed my hand on the other person's eyeballs.
The owner of this face is none other than Balao who just left not long ago.
Almost as a reflex, I pushed away the dead body of Mr. Ba who was sleeping next to me, and climbed out of the tent in a panic.
The rain outside has stopped. Uncle Yan and the others are in the open space outside. One of the tombs has been abandoned.
When they saw my panicked look, they first looked at each other, and then they all burst out laughing.
Da Zhuang even started teasing me.
"Little Fifth Master, I still believe in you so much. You have disappointed me so much."
"Fifth Master, can you deduct less from my pit fee this time?"
Hearing Da Zhuang say this, I almost understood what was going on, and the fear I felt just now suddenly turned into anger.
He said to Uncle Yan: "Yan Laowu, are you sick?"
I almost roared out, and my fists clenched involuntarily.
It's not that I want to beat Uncle Yan, but I think what he did is not only childish, but also very unethical.
In order to prevent me from going to the grave, are you going to do one thing after another?
After I yelled at him, Uncle Yan's face changed slightly and he stared at me and said, "What you are yelling at me for is not my idea."
"Also, with your little courage, you still want to go to the grave. Don't say you are my disciple after you go out. I, Yama Five, cannot afford to lose that person."
Uncle Yan's scolding made me a little depressed. Just as I was about to refute, a slightly familiar voice came from behind me.
"hehe……"
"Boy from the Chen family, I'm just kidding you, but am I going to get really angry?"
Hearing the voice of someone coming, I turned and looked back.
An old man in black robe appeared in front of me.
There was a pair of very shrewd eyes on the wrinkled old face, and in the dark and dry hand, he held a snake-head mahogany stick.
"It's you……?"
The old man with ghost hands hummed, knocked the mahogany hand in his hand and spoke behind me.
"What, Yama Five, didn't you tell this kid?"
"Why does he seem to know nothing?"
I was a little confused by the old man's words and turned to look at Uncle Yan again.
"What exactly is going on……?"
At this time, Uncle Yan came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Xiaoxu, I know you have a lot of questions."
"But I'll tell you these questions later. Now that Old Seven is here, this operation should be a sure thing."
"Now, you come with me..."
With that said, Uncle Yan pulled me to the bloody tomb that they had abandoned.
There was no coffin in the grave, only a corpse. The corpse was severely damaged, rotten, and had no head.
The clothes on his body were also broken into small pieces. Judging from the fabric, they were not the so-called army clothes at all.
What surprised me even more was that all of them had no left hands.
Headless, handsless, weirdly dressed, and covered in rot. I don’t understand why Uncle Yan showed me these things.
Then he asked Uncle Yan: "What methods have you researched?"
"What does this have to do with the map?"
Uncle Yan pointed to the corpse and said: "According to our speculation, this corpse does not belong to modern people, but to the Qin and Han Dynasties."
"I asked you to come here because I want you to reach out and touch it to see if there are any different changes on your body."
"If something goes wrong, it's still too late to go back. If not, I'll tell you the details."
After Uncle Yan finished speaking, I habitually wanted to refute the other person, but after thinking about it, why not just touch it?
Anyway, I have touched it just now. It is nothing more than an ancient corpse and a modern corpse.
Thinking of this, I jumped directly into the pit.
To be honest, this is the first time I have seen a corpse, whether it is this headless corpse or the corpse of Balao just now.
The fuzzy feeling in my heart became more obvious at this moment, and even the outstretched hand began to tremble slightly.
I didn’t even know what I was afraid of. When I looked up at the people above, many of them looked like they were watching a show.
Some didn't say a word, but Uncle Yan didn't say anything, he just urged me to hurry up.
And Da Zhuang's suppressed red face was already waiting for me to give in and tease me.
The dead have to do it, and the living has to be considered. If you can't pass this level, what's the point of talking about tomb robbing and curses?
Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth and stretched out my hand directly to the chest of the corpse in front of me.
Before touching the corpse, I had already imagined in my mind the scene of it collapsing or even becoming sticky upon touching it.
But when my hand touched the other person's chest, it seemed like I was touching something very hard.
It feels like touching something frozen, but without the cold feeling.
I was a little confused and touched the corpse's arm again, but it still felt the same.
Huh……
how so?
Is this what they call rigor mortis? Has it completely hardened?
But that’s not right. If this corpse was really from the Warring States Period, it would have been a pile of bones. How could it still maintain some basic shape characteristics?
I was trapped in my own world of thoughts, and it wasn't until Uncle Yan called me up that I woke up from a dream.
After I went up, Uncle Yan waved his hand and said, "Okay, everyone, pack up. Let's go into the mountain. We must find the entrance tonight."
As he said that, he turned to look at the wrinkled old man: "Old Qi, it's your hard work this time..."
The old man snorted coldly and said: "Yam Luo Wu, you better not forget what you promised me, otherwise even Boss Chen's child will not be able to live well..."
