A divine doll that is closest to a woman is shaking its head and letting out an ugly ghost laugh!
Every time she smiles, her body trembles. From a distance, it looks like a big living person twisting and turning. The spider threads floating everywhere add to the weirdness on her body, as if she will pounce on the living person at any time and expose her inner body. The true appearance of the evil spirit.
This scene makes me feel a chill in my heart, and I can't help but wrap up my clothes tightly.
"Xiangu, I'm offended!"
Yue Guanchao bowed several times, jumped up on the incense table and took the idol down. He looked at the mask of the idol, and the strange laughter came from the mask.
He took a deep breath and took off his mask. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the mystery to be revealed.
Fortunately, there is no human face behind the mask at all. It is an oval cavity that fits the human face. The insect-shaped bone flute inside makes an unpleasant sound as the gear spring moves!
It was clear that it was not a ghost, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief!
Aying looked at the idol with curiosity in her eyes: "What kind of god is this? Why have I never seen it before!"
"Aweng, this seems completely different from the northern gods!"
Wu Tuman looked at the idol with doubts in his eyes: "I'm not sure what it is specifically. Maybe this Witch Coffin Town has its own patron saint."
While everyone was discussing who the statue was, Song Siyuan clicked photos everywhere. She turned her attention to the back of the tiger chair in the shrine. There seemed to be something inside.
"Look at the back of the tiger chair. Is there a bucket?"
Yue Guanchao entered the shrine again and rummaged behind the chair. Sure enough, it was a wooden barrel with an iron ring. He went down to the ground and handed the barrel to Song Siyuan.
Song Siyuan put on her gloves and squatted down to smell it. The smell inside had not dissipated, and there was a pungent and bitter taste.
"Aying, haven't you collected herbs before? Smell what they are."
Ah Ying knelt down and smelled it carefully, her brows immediately furrowed: "This is the poison of strychnos vomica and arsenic."
Seeing that everyone did not understand the functions of these two poisons, she continued to explain:
"The poison of Nux Vomica, after being refined, is commonly known as a triggering drug. After people take it, it will hurt them to death. The death state is like the head and feet we see. After eating arsenic, the skin will appear blue and black. , there will be small pustules all over the body, and their appearance is also consistent with arsenic poisoning. These two poisons, plus the corpse fluid in the coffin, have kept the corpse incorruptible for decades."
"but!"
She changed the subject:
"I don't think the corpse-preserving liquid in the coffin was brewed by bandits. Anything that can prevent a corpse from decaying is a rare thing that requires a large amount of medicinal materials to be brewed over many years. How could the bandits in Jindazhai have this ability? They should be witches. The coffin town has a custom of keeping corpses from rotting, so the coffins are filled with corpse fluid."
Song Siyuan's eyes lit up after hearing her analysis:
"These bandits may have wanted to suffocate these people inside, but they accidentally knocked them down. Instead, they kept the bodies in their pre-death state. We learned the real cause of their death!"
Aying nodded towards her: "Sister Siyuan's guess is good!"
"But I don't particularly understand. If you just want to kill them, stabbing them to death with a knife and putting them in a coffin is safer. Why torture them alive with nux vomica? This also increases the risk of them resisting. The same is true for going to the theater. If they are after the treasure, they only need to collect the treasure, why should they kill all the people."
Doubts one after another kept fermenting in Song Siyuan's heart, as if there was a fog in front of her eyes that completely blocked the truth!
The inhuman cruelty of these bandits left her clueless.
"Hunter, now is not the time to be sad. You have to put the idol back in its place quickly. I'm so upset!"
Yue Guanchao looked at the old hunter Wu Tuman. His eyes were looking around, and he obviously found something.
He followed the strange movement and looked outside Yi Zhuang. The birds hovering on the roof had dispersed at some point, and some familiar movements struck again.
Yue Guanchao felt that something was not good, and his tone became anxious: "Quickly, put the body into the coffin and fasten the nails!"
As soon as these words came out, although everyone didn't understand why, seeing Wu Tuman's expression, they didn't dare to delay. A Niu A Hu quickly loosened the rope and let the old man's body return to its original place.
Others were not idle either. There was a clanging and banging sound in the yizhuang, and several opened coffins were being bound and restored one after another.
Crunch~
Crunch~
Yue Guanchao was preparing to nail the last coffin. The empty Yizhuang seemed like a crumbling dangerous building, and the creaking sounds were extremely clear.
Just now, he clearly saw that the body he put in was dead, but the strange noise coming out now was also real!
People who are closer to the coffin board can even hear the sound of the wind turning into heavy and rapid breathing. It sounds like the last struggle of an asthmatic patient, and people can't help but take a few steps back.
For a moment, the coffin moved frequently, and a fierce wind blew in Yizhuang.
There was a roar in the hall, as if hundreds of people were shouting in unison, and the sad and painful cries filled the air from the coffin, shocking people's hearts.
What was supposed to come has come!
The white-haired raven flew overhead, the bells jingled, the sky darkened instantly, and the main hall of Yizhuang fell into extreme darkness!
