The little Taoist priest had already noticed that something was wrong, he took the wooden branch in the hands of the old ancestor and wrote a few words: "Do you know the boundary between life and death?"

Everyone shook their heads in bewilderment, and the little Taoist priest wrote: "The tomb - the end of life, the beginning of death, is the intermediary between life and death, for the living, it is the place of death, for the dead, it is the meeting place that continues their lives." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" wrote this, everyone looked at each other in amazement, the little Taoist priest smoothed the soil, and continued to write: "This forest divides the boundary of life and death, there may really be a tomb here, and the tomb owner has made a layout with the whole forest. ”

Looking at what it was written, we gasped, never expected, we started from entering the forest, in fact, we have entered the tomb pattern designed by the tomb owner for himself, of course, this is just a hypothesis, after all, before we came here, there was no detailed tomb road map, and I don't know who is buried here, what his background is, but as soon as this speculation comes out, the mood of the big guy is cold and indescribable. Moreover, if things are really as the little Taoist priest said, then the tomb owner's understanding of life and death is too superb.

If we are not wrong, the tree path is the middle break between the life and death realms, that is, the interval, and after this passage, we should be like the tomb owner, from the life world to the death world, and this death world is also his eternal resting place.

This made me full of curiosity, what kind of person would be buried in such a place? The rumored treasure of Loulan refers to this tomb? Just when I was very curious, another gust of wind blew, and the old ancestor was stunned forward, he seemed to have found something, and quietly looked ahead. The crowd followed him for some unknown reason, and at this look, in the dark world, we saw a faint, cold white thing, which swayed on the branches.

As we got closer, my heart beat faster, and I covered my mouth in disbelief, for on the branches of the trees were countless strips of white cloth, and they danced in the wind like hanged female ghosts, and it was not these damned, cold and treacherous strips of cloth that made us most panicked, but the dry bones that had been made to resemble wind chimes, and I can assure you that this was the largest and most bizarre wind chimes I had ever seen.

These bone wind chimes hung on different branches, there were more than thirty pairs in total, and there were many of them children's dry bones, I can't imagine how they died, and how they became like this, but this picture is miserable and unspeakable, everyone present was moved, Kushi and Wang Bajian trembled their lips, and they didn't know whether they were afraid or sympathetic for their deaths.

The dry bones were not hung from the trees, they should have been killed and hung upside down on the branches to make wind chimes. Because their feet were tied to tree branches, the ribs of their torsos were pulled off and made into a shape similar to that of an umbrella frame, in the middle of which were large vertebrae strung together, and under the vertebrae were the bones of the human hand and the five fingers, and the tinkling sound came from the dismantled hand bones, on which were strung with many shells.

This human bone wind chime has no head, only a torso, and it is terrifying to watch, and my brain is completely blank, I really can't imagine that people can be so cruel and make such things out of human bones!

I was shocked and watched for a while, and then the little Taoist priest squatted down and wrote us a passage from a tree branch, saying, "This dry bone is made of wind chimes, which is a bit weird. ”

The old ancestor nodded and wrote, "And there is no head." ”

The little Taoist pondered for a while, seemed to think of something, wrote hard, and said: "There is a kind of witchcraft in the Western Regions, called the Shouwufeng Bone Array. ”

The ancestor wrote, "What is it for?"

"Stay soul!" After the little Taoist priest was short for two words, he raised his head and looked at the old ancestor, the old ancestor looked at the Kushi and Lishana, wanting to get confirmation, the Kushi's face was very heavy, he squatted down, took the little Taoist's wooden branch, and wrote: "But it is the first windless bone array." ”

"And what about their heads?" asked the Old Ancestor.

The curator stood up, took the torch from my hand, and looked at the sunken plot, this look, I gasped, Lishana staggered a few steps, thanks to the little Taoist priest to hold on, otherwise I would probably be frightened.

In the shallow pit illuminated by the dim and gloomy firelight, we saw a mud field similar to the surface of the moon, the soil on the ground was relatively dry and weathered, and the surface of the soil was inlaid with heads that looked like clay sculptures, which were two or three times larger than our faces, and looked hideous and terrifying.

The surface of the clay sculpture is rough, which makes the skull look even older. And the facial features of these heads are different from normal people, they are similar to the stone statues we just saw, the eyes are two large holes, the nose is a kind of triangle, and the mouth is wide open.

The clay heads are placed on their backs facing the sky, looking mysterious and terrifying. And this is just the head involved in the firelight, the ancestor and the kushi put the torch slightly back, and there are giant clay sculpture human faces, they are densely packed in this shallow pit, forming undulating, three-dimensional sensory bumps, like a jar of wine sealed in the soil, I see my dense phobia erupt, and I suddenly feel cold hands and feet.

Wait, just now the Kushi said that the heads are all in the dirt pit, so ...... Could it be that behind the clay masks is a skull of dry bones? At this thought, I was furious, looking at the holes in the eyes of those masks, as if there was a pair of sneaky eyes looking out from the inside, faint, very strange.

For a moment, a few of us seemed to be churning in a sea of clouds, and I really couldn't understand how there could be such a dirt pit in this place where life and death meet, and there were wind chimes made of dead people's skeletons, what were their functions, and what was their deep meaning?

At the moment, we are deaf because of the fog, and we don't know if we will continue to be deaf, and the panic broke out at this moment, and the ancestor said to me in spoken language, don't be nervous first, but now all the way down, I haven't found any treasures, and there are many situations, if you are not afraid, it is all fake.

Just when I was scared, Wang Bajian pulled my arm and pointed to the clay heads, and we saw a round firefly fly out of the huge open mouth of the human head. I've seen this firefly in the trees before. Wait, if it's a firefly, how can it come out of a place like a "mud snail shell"? For a moment, my brain is like a pot of boiling oil, if the "mud snail shell" is the nest of fireflies, then there is a horror, they stick to a tree, thousands, so many fireflies, how is it possible?

Just after I realized that something was wrong, I vaguely heard someone shouting: "Run, run!" This voice is very familiar, but it is too light for me to hear clearly, I am searching for the owner of the voice in my mind, listen carefully, I rely on Liu Baocai!

I looked to the other side of the pit, and on the edge of a huge tree, there was a figure, and our hearing was clearly recovering as we all turned our eyes to that side.

Before we could feel the excitement, two shiny insects suddenly rushed towards us, aggressive, the fireflies I encountered when I was a child, never so evil, certainly, something must have gone wrong, the voice of the treasure became more and more obvious, almost with a crying tone, this time we heard clearly, he shouted: "Run, this is a worm that gnaws human flesh!" (To be continued.) )