I was also a little confused when I saw it, and said, "How can the water stains on the footprints smell of tuna?" ”

After carefully examining it again, I also touched it with my hand, and sniffed it on the tip of my nose, it was also viscous, like transparent snot, which made people disgusting, and I couldn't help but say: "This seems to be corpse oil......"

Generally, a corpse can be refined from exposure to the sun or smelting, just like refining animal oil. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

What scared me was why there was such a thing as corpse oil on these footprints, and the smell still had the smell of golden guns, could it be that corpse oil and fish oil were mixed together?

Big Head and I followed the small footprints along the bluestone stairs winding up, and then we arrived in a dark space, the first time I stepped into it, I felt the ancient prison cell, surrounded by cyan rocks, I couldn't tell what the material was, but I knew that this bluestone was particularly waterproof.

The architecture here can't help but remind me of the history of building waterproofing in China can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago, our ancestors have accumulated rich experience in building waterproofing, and the buildings here are mostly based on 'platoon-based, supplemented by prevention', 'multi-channel fortification, rigidity and softness' and other design concepts, until today such design concepts have been adopted by architects all over the world.

In particular, the water prison tomb road is specially designed for drainage, and the black hole of the barbed wire fence is set up to communicate blindly to the lower ravine, so as not to trap the underground palace with accumulated water, which can play a role in preventing moisture.

Then I took a closer look at the bluestone wall, took out a dagger from my waist bag and scraped it, and all of a sudden a layer of cyan ash was scraped off, revealing a yellowish brown inside, and I inserted it with a dagger, which was very hard and difficult for the sword to enter, but I also scraped off some ash. I picked up the ash and sniffed it in front of my nose, and immediately understood what was going on.

Originally, the walls here are not famous for their rocky bluestone, the outer layer is a wall made of blue bricks, and the inside is full of rammed earth and sand, and there are layers of blue gray mixed between the bricks and bricks, which can play a good role in waterproofing. I can't help but sigh that there was such a building technique thousands of years ago, and it seems that there was a similar building in the underground palace of the Witch Cave five years ago, but I was not exposed to this knowledge at that time.

This place was like a prison cell, and the floor was littered with rotten wood, rusty iron, and broken bone meal, and I don't know how old it was.

In front of it was a heavy iron door, like a place where the condemned prisoners were held in an ancient castle in the West, the door was not locked, I don't know if it was rusty and rotten, or if someone had taken it away.

We got out of this cell without a hitch! As soon as we walked out, we chuckled in our hearts. Because among the many footprints, the small footprints suddenly disappeared.

Could it be that this little ghost can't be in this 'cell'? I said to the big head, "You see that this footprint doesn't seem to have come out of this door, could it be that it is in the ......?"

In the middle of the sentence, the big head waved his hand and told me not to speak, and I turned my head to see a broken wooden barrel in one corner of the 'cell', the kind of barrel used in ancient times for wine, and I saw that the barrel suddenly moved by itself.

The big head whispered, "The little ghost may be hiding there." ”

I thought to myself, too, that small barrel was as small as a stool, and only that little imp could hide in it.

I also whispered: "Don't act rashly, it's probably a small zongzi." ”

The big head was stunned and said: "There are really zongzi in this world, I have only read about it in books, and who came up with this name, isn't it why the zombie who cheats the corpse is called zongzi." ”

I didn't explain the problem of zongzi, I said to the big head, "Do you want to go over and have a look?" ”

The big head pouted and said, "I'm going to go to you!" I'm not going. ”

I hesitated for a while, and finally decided to go and have a look, after all, I don't know what kind of existence this place is, and if I don't figure out what is inside the barrel, I'm afraid that every step I take will feel something behind me, and the scared thief will feel uncomfortable.

I sighed, paced cautiously to the barrel, and beckoned to the big head, motioning for him to go to the other side of the barrel.

The big head hesitated for a while and walked over, he walked very slowly, afraid that the things in the barrel would suddenly jump out, the big head first took a picture of it with a glow stick, the barrel was leaning against the wall, there was nothing behind the barrel, it must be in the barrel.

I pointed to a piece of wood next to the big head that was about to rot, and the big head picked it up, and I held the dagger tightly in my hand, and my palm was already full of cold sweat.

The big head carefully stabbed the barrel with the rotten stick, and he stabbed it four or five times, and he didn't seem to hear any movement in the barrel, so he gestured to me with his hands around him, and he asked me to pick up the barrel.

Now that things have come to this point, I can't help but give up halfway, I gritted my teeth, took a sharp breath, strengthened my courage, and squatted down and picked up the barrel.

The big head stood next to him and glanced in with joy, and scolded: "Damn, a mouse, I was scared half to death." ”

I threw the barrel on the ground, and sure enough, I saw a mouse lying motionless with its whole body soaked with fried hair, but when I looked closely, it was much larger than a normal mouse, and its hair was barbed like a needle, and I said, "This is not a mouse, it's a sea otter!" ”

The big head laughed: "What's wrong with the sea otter, he can still pounce on me and bite me." ”

As soon as the big head spoke, I saw a red light come out of the sea otter's eyes, and suddenly he jumped up from the ground and threw himself directly on the big head.

He didn't expect the sea otter to attack when he said it, and he didn't have time to react at all, so he subconsciously covered his face with his hands. 'Ah~~' The big head screamed, and a large piece of flesh was directly bitten off by the sea otter on the small belly of his left hand, and the flesh and blood on his arm were blurred instantly.

The big head 'hiss~~' took a sharp breath, threw the sea otter directly on the ground, picked up the rotten wooden stick and crackled it, the sea otter was very flexible, and it swooped out of the iron door after a few wooden sticks.

The big head wanted to chase out, but I hurriedly stopped: "Stop chasing, look at your wounds." ”

The whole person who was angry almost smoked, he raised his left hand, this lift, he couldn't lift it, he was directly dumbfounded, and said, "Why can't I lift my left hand." ”

I stepped forward and picked up his left hand, and I couldn't bear to speak, only to see a large piece of flesh under the left arm of the big head being bitten off, and turning blue-black around the wound.