Utuman took out his luggage, took out a silver needle from it, and pierced the old man's throat. After a while, the silver needle turned black, which meant that the old man was poisoned before death, and then sealed in a coffin and suffocated to death.
"These coffins are all sealed. Do they all die in the same way? Why don't we open the coffins and take a look."
Lu Fengjian's words reminded Yue Guanchao, and he called on four local warriors to open a few more coffins around them.
As soon as the coffin lid was opened, the flashlight immediately illuminated the body in the coffin.
Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they were all curled up like shrimps with distorted facial features, indeed the same way the old man died in the first place.
Yue Guanchao took a few steps back and looked at the coffin lids. At first, he thought they were the natural wood grain on the coffin lids.
It now appears that the bloody marks were caused by the villagers scratching the coffin. Each black mark was a groan of pain. As the blood marks became lighter and lighter, it also represented the final death of the person in the coffin.
One or two corpses are still uncomfortable. What they are facing are thousands of corpses that have been tortured to death. No matter how hard you are, seeing this scene will be shocking and you can't bear to look closely.
"If our speculation is correct, the ones who tortured these villagers like this are the Jindazhai bandits who were crucified in the yard!"
After Song Siyuan finished speaking, everyone looked at the Jindazhai bandits in the yard, and everyone was silent for a while.
"If we look elsewhere, if these people were poisoned, there must be tools to commit the crime, right?"
Song Siyuan led them to the center of the front hall. The layout of the front hall was much simpler, with a plaque reading "Witch Coffin Yi Zhuang" hanging in front of the beam.
A waist-high incense table was placed in the hall, and the copper stove was so corroded that green rust stains appeared.
The incense sticks were burned to ashes, and a dozen porcelain plates were filled with various kinds of boiled meat and fruits. They should be offered to the gods, but now they are rotten. Even the smell of decay is gone. They are just scraps that will fall apart with a poke!
"call!"
"Who, who's there!"
All of their attention was focused on the incense table. There was a sudden sound of breathing, and the hair on everyone's back stood up.
Yue Guanchao picked up a scrap wooden board from the ground. The old hunter wanted to seize his newly found weapon, but when he thought that his skills were better than the other boys, he could only hold back and wait and see what happens.
He looked around. There were only coffins and incense tables in the hall. There were no drawers or secret boxes on the benches and tables. It was not easy to hide people. If there was a place to hide people, it would definitely be hidden from everyone's sight.
Yue Guanchao remembered this and looked up at the huge shrine recessed into the wall on the incense table!
This shrine looks like a square coffin built into the stone wall. A circle of eagle and bird reliefs are carved on the edge of the dark coffin, which is similar to the shroud on the corpse. All the totems are engraved with silver leather in advance, and the surface is brushed with tung oil. There is a faint light under the flashlight. The silverware has not oxidized over the decades. The black color and the silverware set off each other, exuding a strong mysterious atmosphere.
The flashlight shone all the way, and the shrine was prefixed with a light gray gauze curtain, which was gently rippling in the breeze indoors. In the shadows, a woman could be seen sitting upright.
As soon as he approached the shrine, he immediately heard the sound of Ruowuowu breathing!
Is it possible that the woman in this shrine is alive?
Everyone looked at each other in shock. How terrifying it is for the villagers who have survived until now. Maybe they can no longer be considered human beings!
Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Tuman called for everyone to step back. A Niu A Hu followed Yue Guan Chao, raised his spear and slowly approached the idol.
Snapped!
He knocked hard on the shrine, and the wooden board made a loud sound like a heavy wooden beam, and even the dust on the beams was shaken off!
"Come out...what"
"Ahahahahahaha~"
"Ahahahahahaha~~"
"Ahahahahahaha~~~"
In the shrine, the woman remained unmoved and continued to laugh mechanically and hollowly!
The laughter was like sawing wood or blowing a bellows. Occasionally, the sound of silver bells could be heard. Yue Guanchao looked behind him. Everyone nodded in agreement, indicating that the sound just now was not an auditory hallucination, but a real thing!
"Fairy aunt, if you are really a living person, come out and let me dry the portrait. Let us see how many wrinkles and spots you have. What an old fairy you are if you always hide away!"
"If you don't come out, I will lift the curtain~"
Seeing that the woman was silent, Yue Guanchao calmly picked up the wooden board and lifted up the gauze curtain.
Wow!
Without the obstruction of the gauze curtain, the weird laughter reached everyone's ears more clearly. This woman was a statue of a god.
Yue Guanchao looked carefully with a flashlight:
This idol is about the same size as a normal human being. It has a wide upper garment with wide sleeves and broad belt, and a pleated lower skirt. It has an emerald green background with faint golden patterns, and the outer gauze garment is embroidered with grass and flowers.
The face is covered with a mask with white lips, and the head is covered with a flower velvet crown made of flower vines. Only the hair hangs down to the hind legs, and vine branches and leaves can be seen between the hair, as if the head is covered with silk ribbons.
All the decorations lack the bejeweled look of a secular goddess, exuding a strange and gorgeous atmosphere. Rather than being said to be a god, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a gnome or wild spirit!
The strangest thing is the chair in the shrine!
This chair is not an ordinary long-backed chair, nor is it a magic weapon mount like that of gods. It is similar in shape to a red-haired leopard. The whole body is ginger red and covered with black stripes. Two vigorous leopard beasts bite and raise their tails, just forming a perfect shape. A symmetrical "leopard chair"!
This idol is sitting in the middle of the leopard chair. It may be because of its age. There is a layer of black dust on her clothes, covering up her original glory. The spider silk flying all over her body has already shown that no one has paid homage to her for a long time.
