Everyone looked behind them, and Xu Xiake's words made everyone curious.
"My master Yunyangzi once said that there is a place where turtles sleep on the bank of the East China Sea. The turtles sleep for thousands of years and the turtles live for thousands of years. When the old turtle senses that his life is not long, he will look for Feng Shui treasures in the underground caves and sleep there until he dies. , when more and more old turtles enter the geomantic treasure land, they will form the geomantic treasure aura."
"Is it possible?" Xu Xiake pointed to the ancient clam carcass with smoke under the tower, and said: "Is it possible that the thousand-year-old ancient clams also have a similar habit. Whenever these ancient clams sense that their lifespan is running out, they will appear in the giant clam. The body dies in the nest, and then the body is blown by the underground canyon to form the ground wind, which also creates this kind of feng shui treasure."
"If you put it that way, the Soul Palace was built in the Millennium Clam Nest to take advantage of their precious energy!"
Song Siyuan nodded at Xu Xiake's words: "That's about it. This statement makes sense. Old Master Chao also said that the Ten Thousand Eyes Cave is ferocious, but the treasure contained in it is not weak. These dead giant clams , maybe it’s the source of Bao Qi.”
After finishing speaking, Zhang Hansheng had almost packed up the golden tree branches. They walked down the steps of the snake path down to the pagoda. When they reached the ground, they could clearly feel that the nest was warmer and moister. Every time they took a breath, they felt that something was entering their lungs. The moist smell, coupled with the salty breeze of giant clams that seem to be nothing, just makes you feel like you are by the sea.
"Damn it, why is it so hot here? I'm sweating all over my head."
The old bandit picked up a flashlight and looked around. There were no rooms in the tower, only a doorway was opened at the base of the tower, which was tightly closed.
Yue Guanchao walked to the base of the tower, opened the door and looked inside. Under the flashlight, he could see that the inside was not big, only about the size of two or three private houses. There was a corpse sitting on the stone platform on the north wall.
Yue Guanchao and the others approached the corpse and observed carefully. The corpse was that of a woman, about the size of an adult. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and the buns were combed on both sides of the top of her head. Synthesize "convex" glyph.
The high bun on the top of the head is divided into several strands and hangs down on the back of the head. There are three layers of gold combs in the middle of the bun, with three thin ox-horn hairpins on each side. She has one eye, a high nose, a wide face and windy ears, and her face is painted with five-color patterns using mineral pigments. , various parts of the body have shrunk to varying degrees, but they are still much plumper than the mummies.
The whole thing is oily and shiny, as if it has been brushed with a layer of oil and poured with liquid wax. It shines brightly under the flashlight, as if the cultural relics are patinated!
"Why would a corpse appear here? Is it also a zombie?"
The zombies controlled by the zombie Gu really frightened them. If they found zombies at this time, they would be really bad.
"No, look at this corpse. His clothes are completely different from those of Li Tang people. These clothes are shaped like a tutu from head to toe. The sleeves are wide and the cuffs are tightened. Together with this hairstyle, it looks like the makeup of the Qin and Han Dynasties. Almost, I guess, they should be shamans!"
Song Siyuan's words aroused confusion among the people around her. Yue Guanchao said, "Didn't you say that all the shamans merged into other tribes?"
Her eyes became serious. With this corpse, the guess in her heart had come true: "Yes, but I guess there should be some shamans left. If all the shamans left, how could Li Tangren do it?" Corpse barbarian Gu? The most likely scenario is that most of the shamans left, leaving only a small number to guard the ancestral land. Later, when the Li Tang people came, they enslaved them as slaves."
"This person is probably a priest among the shamans!"
After Song Siyuan finished speaking, she continued to guess: "If my guess is true, then other tribesmen should be here too. Where have they gone?"
This sentence made the people around him nervous. They glanced around, and when they saw the top of their heads, they finally knew the traces of these tribesmen.
Yue Guanchao pulled down Song Siyuan's sleeve, whistled upwards, and shined the flashlight towards the top. The top of the tower room looked like a huge bowl recessed into the stone wall. Countless corpses were directly built into the giant bowl. The heads, legs, feet, etc. of these people were All four bodies were exposed, showing the tragic state of death.
Seeing this scene, everyone was silent for a long time. It was impossible for the shamans to build themselves into the wall, so the culprit was probably Li Tangren.
"But what is their purpose for doing this? The shamans have helped them build the Soul Palace, and these people are still killing them. Isn't this a crime?"
Xu Xiake felt that this tower should be filled with corpses of shamans. There were so many corpses that they were built directly into a caisson on the top full of corpses.
"Of course it's kept secret. Even great contributors to the Soul Palace such as Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng are bound to die unexpectedly. As you can imagine, the other people who built the Soul Palace were all sacrificed to the Soul Palace, just like these witches. Just like the people."
While Song Siyuan was talking, she noticed that there were also regular prophecies on the surrounding walls. After picking up the weeds and spider silk, a simple mural painted with minerals appeared in front of her eyes!
She carefully observed the murals. These murals were just simple lines and had no color. Large areas of black and gray minerals combined with various shapes. Because of this, she was able to abandon the fancy information and directly see that what the murals were painting was. Their experiences along the way.
Song Siyuan thought her eyes were dazzled, so she called Yue Guanchao and Xu Xiake to analyze together. Sacrificing animals into the cave, expelling the soul mist, fighting apes in the temple, collecting treasures, encountering zombies... every node they experienced was clearly drawn on the wall.
