I took my flashlight and walked towards the front in a dim light. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 From time to time, water droplets fall from the stalactites and make a crisp echo, followed by footsteps echoing in all directions.

In this environment, it is difficult for people to calm down, and hallucinations occur.

After walking less than 100 steps, the painting style in the vicinity changed dramatically. The marvelous stalactites were replaced by hand-polished marks, and a wide and huge stone door came into view.

The stone gate is made of the most common limestone in Yunnan, and the flashlight shines on it to return to a quiet and cold color, as if it is home to a man-eating devil.

But at this moment, the stone door was pushed open, and the gap was narrow enough for only one person to pass through. I walked through the stone gate and looked back at the lights high, and as expected.

Behind the door, a huge stone bar that should have fallen into a stone trough as a latch was hung high, a technique that only professional tomb robbers would have.

Then there is a walkway, with tiles on the ground and painted murals on both sides. The murals are rich in color, and they must be everyone's style, but at this moment, they have all been washed by the years and become mottled and ugly, and nothing in this world can withstand the vicissitudes of time.

I can't tell what the mural represents, but at least I can guess that it's a large tomb that has been broken in by tomb robbers. I was worried that something would happen to Lao Yang and Gillian, so I quickened my pace and wanted to get out of the road.

A stone door appeared in front of me again, and I was just about to step in, when I suddenly felt a strange noise behind me, as if someone was lying on the ground and moving, crawling forward. In the darkness, I instantly turned off the flashlight and quietly crouched by the door.

A cold, piercing breath came to his face, and this breath was extremely familiar. Yin and full of dampness. I subconsciously held my breath and leaned my back against the stone wall feeling that my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

I turned on the flashlight, and the intense yellow light pierced my eyes for a moment. I looked behind me, and there was no shadow in the dark space except for the cold corpse gas.

But as soon as I took a step, my eyes were immediately attracted by the marks on the stone door.

It was a palm print, a corpse-like palm print to be exact, but the left and right hands could not be seen, because there was no thumb on the mark.

Behind the door, two lifelike boys, one on the left and one on the right, stand. A man and a woman, dressed in red burial clothes, with a blue face, looked like they were eleven or twelve years old.

It was the first time I had seen such a magical sight with my own eyes, so I subconsciously reached out and touched it. It's cold and stiff to start with, not much different from zombie stuffing.

Later, when the wine table joked, Lao Yang told me that it was a real child who was buried with him. In ancient times, the style of burial was extremely cruel, and this gatekeeper must have been chosen by a thousand people, and he must definitely have a well-proportioned body and a good face. The selected person shall not be more than seven years old, but whoever chooses to take half a cent of mercury at each meal, and after five years of continuous inhalation, he dies of mercury poisoning.

In this way, it can ensure that the body of the gatekeeper will not be injured by rotten insects and snakes for thousands of years, which is comparable to the golden body of Buddhism. Each time I choose, there are ten men and ten women, one to prevent children from dying halfway and not waiting for the deceased to be buried, and then to prepare for the inevitable growth of the face and body with a long time.

After looking at the tomb boy, the flashlight swept the entire space. It is an enclosed space, no more than twenty or thirty square meters in size.

But my eyes were immediately drawn to the coffin in the middle. The color is dark red, and the material cannot be seen, but the shape is simple and the body is huge.

It's bizarre, but that's not what caught my attention. The weirdest thing is that this coffin has no lid, as if waiting for someone to lie down in the coffin.

Thinking of this, a creepy feeling instantly rose from the bottom of my heart. So I muttered to myself, which was considered to be emboldening myself.

But when my voice came out of my throat, there was a strange noise in the coffin. The sound was like something wriggling on the ground, and flesh rubbing against sand...... Swish...... Swish......

Cold sweat seeped through my pores, and it was my first time entering the tomb, and I couldn't help but be nervous.

Later, a person walked in a sedan chair, and he felt that it didn't matter if he got used to some weirdness. No matter how fearful things are, as long as you experience them once, they will become commonplace.

My eyes were fixed on the coffin, the yellow light of the flashlight converging on it. Step by step, is there a corpse inside?

When I was less than two meters away from the coffin, a hand suddenly reached out of the coffin. I fell to the ground with my buttocks, my hands covered in blood and hanging down from the edge of the coffin like weeping willows.

I slowly got up and watched as there was no movement. Two steps to the coffin, only to see a cold corpse lying inside, a yellow-haired foreigner, huge, wearing a dark camouflage uniform.

Just an ordinary corpse, I said to myself. His eyes never left the corpse, didn't he move just now, was he not dead?

This reason was only refuted silently for a moment, because his chest was slowly rising and falling, and he seemed to be still breathing.

He had a dagger pinned to his boots, and I reached for it. But suddenly a black shadow appeared behind it, silent like a ghost.

It's best not to touch it.

The voice was cold and familiar, and when I looked back, it wasn't the cat fairy Gillian. I was about to ask where the previous people were, but she actually took my hand and ran outside.

I still miss the dagger, the light of the flashlight shining on the coffin. The yellow-haired corpse rose from the coffin, but fell to the ground abruptly.

A frightened shadow slowly spilled out of the coffin, as if the water was rising inside. The dark hair, **** body, can't see the face clearly, but it slides on the ground like a long snake, making a swishing sound.

My eyes were suddenly fixed on its palms, and the four slender fingers were white and greasy. I remembered the voice I had heard and the palm marks I had seen before I entered this small space, and I thought it was so terrifying, because it had passed me by not long ago.

Later, I met a master with a viper in his sleeve, and Pingshui didn't ask for a name. Talking to him about this, he told me that this is called corpse charm, and before the funeral, select a first-class beauty, smash the bones of the whole body, cut off the thumb, nose, bridge, ears and double ru, and use the secret method of the cat fairy to make a soft living corpse, which is arranged on the side of the tomb, implying the feng shui topography. If there is a tomb robber, he will enter this cave, but if he finds it, one will die.

At that time, I replied: The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high! This is obviously a poisonous plan set up against the people in the industry, but the woman who was buried was too pitiful, she was supposed to be a flower and a moon, and she was loved and loved by the world, but she was tortured like this, just to satisfy the tomb owner's need for a doorman.

My footsteps were running forward, but my eyes never took off the corpse. Its speed was slow on the flat sand, but when it hit the corner, it increased dramatically like a cheetah.

Its hand hooked the hem of my trousers, and at that moment a cat meow sounded in my ear, and a delicate dagger flashed cold. The hand was actually slashed to the ground, and cyan liquid continued to flow out of the fracture, and it seemed to be in pain, and its speed slowed down. The severed palm was twisting on the ground like a gecko's tail, and it seemed that it could live after separation.

Gillian screamed, and the two of us finally ran out of the stone gate. This distance of six or seven meters seems to take half a century.

Close the door!

Gillian shouted, each pushing a heavy stone door. The stone door was opened less than half a meter, and the two of them used almost the greatest strength in their lives to push it.

The corpse seemed to know that when the door was closed, it would remain silent forever in the darkness. At that moment, it was like an arrow of detachment shooting towards my face.

But the closing of the door has become a general trend, and the slam is forever separated from the dark space. A puddle of miserable white flesh came out of the crack in the door, the eyes on the flat face were wide open, and the corners of one side of the mouth were caught between the cracks in the door, leaving only half of the face twitching.

A sharp dagger appeared in Gillian's hand again, and the corpse ghost seemed to have wisdom, or maybe it was just the loss of the dagger. His expression was terrified, and the corners of his mouth twitched and he let out a miserable cry.

The sharp dagger pierced into that mouth like a spear, but it seemed to be to no avail. Gillian snorted coldly, her hand fell, the blade was cut flat against the stone gate, and her pale face was shaved to the ground, but she was still jumping on the ground.