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I had seen about urn coffins in an archaeological book, but the book was more general and was a general introduction. The use of urn coffins www.biquge.info the pen fun pavilion is mainly due to the ancients' pursuit of a belief in the immortality of the soul. It first appeared in the Neolithic period and was widely used in slave societies in our country.

At that time, because I was interested in this, I looked up relevant information on the Internet, and it was a bit intimidating. It is said that this urn coffin is mainly aimed at some children who have not yet reached adulthood, and some of these children have died young. In ancient times, children who died were considered unknown, so their bodies could not be placed in the cemetery of the clansmen, but could only be buried in the wilderness.

When I was in college, the brother on the top bunk was a timid person who told ghost stories very hard. I didn't want to listen to it at the time, but I absorbed a lot of it. He said that the most ferocious of the ghosts are the kind of children who die young, they are finally reincarnated as human beings, but they die for no reason, in this case, they will accumulate resentment and harm people everywhere.

And the horror of the urn coffin lies not only in the child who died young, but also in its faith. After the death of those poor children, the fathers would drill a small hole at the bottom of the urn coffin or in the part of the lid in order to keep their souls alive, and another theory says that the hole existed so that they could get out of it and be reincarnated faster.

Either way, it was terrifying for me at this time, because I saw that there was indeed a small hole in the lid of the pottery urn that was faintly evil, which confirmed the statement on the Internet. And the child in the broken pottery urn seen from this angle is not that kind of baby, he looks like a child of four or five years old. I don't believe that these children were broken at that time, because it was not so coincidental that all of a sudden, all the children died unnaturally, after all, this acupoint is very long, and there are many urn coffins.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and made up the picture of the little ghost drilling out of the hole to hurt people, and the whole person couldn't help but be smart. At this point, the zippo's shell began to get hot, and the high tension made me feel hot, and the heat was already making me sweat.

In fact, there is a very wild saying about urn coffin burial, saying that in ancient times, some kings brought some resentful things into the tomb in order to town the tomb, the purpose is to prevent theft. Even if this kind of thing doesn't kill people directly, it can leave an indelible psychological shadow on people.

Most of these coffins in ancient tombs are urns of live martyrdom, which is a cruel way of stuffing young children into a clay urn the size of a toilet lid, and then sealing them with a lid. Soon after, these children will suffocate inside. Their bodies were in the shape of their hands on their knees, similar to those in their mother's womb.

Imagine how manic I must be if I am sealed in a closed space where my hands and feet cannot be opened, and I cannot eat? This kind of death is really more suffocating than a knife or a snake bite, and I can even feel the distorted form and resentful faces of these poor children when they lose their breath.

This is the time when life is like a mustard in a slave society. I don't know whose hand the urn coffin came from, whether it was the mad King of Chu or the murderous Eight Witches, but I can accept either of them. But if this urn coffin passage is from Sima Yan's hand, then he is really scheming, deliberately making an artificial passage dug to make the inverted people who are familiar with the tomb robbery routine mistakenly think that this is an escape place used by craftsmen, and then after they enter, they find that this is a cave of deadly imps.

Thinking about it, I suddenly realized that we were calculated by Sima Yan at a very early age! If the deaths of these children were his masterpieces, then he was not as good as the heart recorded in the silk book. What Son of Heaven...... How can he be a saint who can descend with lightning? He must be a demon!

That's right, I kept thinking about it, and then confirmed my thoughts, this kind of evil method is similar to Nanyang's head-lowering technique, which ordinary people won't understand, and can't control it, and I don't think it's something that the Eight Witches can do by designing such a trap. There is only Sima Yan, a hypocrite who has killed so many innocent children.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little disgusting, I remembered the silk book written by Sima Yan, he said that he didn't want to make Mi Ling wrong again and again, but his ferocity was more extreme than Mi Ling, after all, the tomb was designed by him.

Now I think that the aqueducts, bronze holes, and netherworld stagnant waters are all evil anomalies, and when Lan Quexi and we mentioned a part of Sima Yan's past, I was fascinated by it, and I actually forgot the fierceness of the tomb itself. Qi Ling just wants revenge, and he shouldn't have so many dangerous things when he dies, these are all arranged by Sima Yan in advance, and this tomb is himself.

When I think about this, I feel like my worldview has been turned upside down, and I don't know why I think this way, but I think it might be the right solution.

In the middle of my thoughts, the eighth year of junior high school was already a little far away from me. This cave is at least fifty meters long, and in such a small, suffocating place, the whole air has a certain eerie smell. I put away my burning lighter and told my companions outside about the origin of the urn coffin and the strange children I saw inside.

All of a sudden, Baocai panicked, and he said incoherently: "How can this be, isn't it an escape route? How can it be used to pickle people? The inside of the pottery urn is a child? No, no...... If I don't go in, it's so bad!"

For a moment, I couldn't explain it to him, because the urns were very close to my back. If I crouched up, my head would have to hit the treacherous urn. Thinking about this, my scalp tingled, and I wondered if the statement about the tragic death of the child and the deep resentment would suddenly come true at this time. But just thinking about the countless eggs hanging in this intestine-like space makes me feel terrified.

Sometimes, something, it's really good to not know that it exists. I regret that I was so curious that I killed myself, but I want to be clear, in case something happens, it is better to know how to die than to die in vain.

After nine deaths, he cherished his life even more. Not daring to think about it any more, I crawled forward, but my mouth couldn't help but let out a frightened chirp.

At this moment, I can still vaguely hear the voice of Lan Quexi outside urging me to go back, but at this moment my mind is very confused, only my body continues to crawl forward numbly. It's like running a 1,500-meter run in high school, and when I'm too tired, I can't listen to any number of people cheering me on, and I just want to get to the finish line quickly.

Just as I kept moving forward, the sweat on my face dripped down, and the whole quiet and mysterious space made a crisp cracking sound, my neck was cold, my heart was beating wildly, and I secretly thought: What's the matter? Could it be that the evil child inside broke out of the shell? At this time, I was in the middle of the passage, not forward, not backward, this feeling is like a child sealed in a pottery urn, suffocating panic.

"Fuck, Liuzi, speak!" shouted Chen Yu outside, at this time I wanted to cry without tears, the pottery shards kept falling on me, I felt that my heartbeat had reached the limit with the sound of shattering, and the words that I wanted to respond to Chen Yu were also carried away by the cold air in the dark cave.

At this moment, a hoarse cry of "wow" was suddenly heard, which was different from ordinary children, it was more sharp, like a sharpened blade, and it made people upset. And the whole black hole is a megaphone, and I can't hear Chen Yu's voice at all, and my ears are full of life-threatening cries.

I secretly cried out in my heart, thinking, "It's over!" The ghosts of these children must be going to take my life. At this time, Chu Ba was already outside, and he shouted urgently: "Xiaoliuzi, don't panic, keep going!"

I answered, and was about to move forward desperately, but I heard the dull sound of falling in front of me except the fragments of the pottery urn, and I hurriedly calmed down, and after getting used to the dark light in the cave, I saw a strange shadow not far away, and the shadow was not tall, but only standing there. I panicked and pulled out the lighter, but I was so nervous that I couldn't take it out several times in a row.

"Leaning on the ......" for a moment, I was so anxious that my heart burned like fire, and I thought to myself: This bad luck can also be contagious! At the waterfall, the treasure was attacked by snakes everywhere, and now the eighth year of the first year drilled a hole with me, and he got out smoothly, but I woke up the little ghosts!

In my grief, the heart-rending crying came to an abrupt end, and it was a bad feeling, like watching a musical, and when I was seeing the climax, the lights went out, and the sound disappeared, leaving only the dark stage.

I thought to myself, my breath froze for a moment, I didn't know what would happen next, what my fate would be, but I instinctively raised my head and looked around, trying to find a little movement in it. However, after only being silent for a while, I heard a kind of innocent laughter from the shadow in front of me, this laughter was very ethereal, not like it came out of a person's mouth, but like it came from the entire acupoint, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body. Right now, I had to quickly control my breathing, trembling again to light the lighter. But as soon as the firelight jumped, I saw a blue-gray face in front of me. The face was close to me, but a fist away, and I panicked and stepped back a bit. Look again, the owner of this face is three or four years old, he stares at me, his eyes are full of strange innocence. I was afraid, but I sympathized with him, and just as I didn't do anything, the wicked child smiled a smile that was more terrible than the cunning, as if it contained some kind of conspiracy.