"Damn, little lady, what are you crazy about?" Seeing Ye Jiu running towards the hill quickly like the wind, the fat man, who didn't understand what was going on, hurriedly shouted.

"Shout a fart, don't you go over and see?" Zhang Meng said.

"That's what Meng Zai said." Zhao San also nodded: "Let's go, let's go over and have a look." ”

Before he got closer, Zhang Meng found Ye Jiu and the others standing there upright.

The Hai Dongqing in the pheasant's hand has flown out at some point, and it is hovering above everyone's heads at the moment.

"Oh no, there must be something!" The fat man couldn't be more familiar with Ye Jiu, even Ye Jiu was shocked like this, behind the hill, there must be something unbelievable.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng also hurriedly caught up a few steps forward.

When everyone stood on the hill, they were immediately stimulated by the tragic scene in front of them.

The back of the entire hill was filled with dead bodies!

Looking at the figures and clothes, there are fresh corpses among them, there are decomposing corpses, there are old people, there are children, there are men, there are women, there are herdsmen, and there are people in mainland clothes. But no matter what kind of corpses they were, they had no heads, they were all headless corpses.

"This ...... This is really fucking evil. Looking at the corpses all over the mountains, the fat man couldn't speak very neatly: "Why are there so many headless corpses in this place." ”

The people present did not shout like fat people, but they were silent, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

Fortunately, Ye Jiu was the first to react, took a deep breath, and slowly walked down the hill.

The pheasant and the others also followed, squatting down one by one, inspecting the various corpses.

After a long time, the pheasant whistled at Hai Dongqing in the air, and then walked towards Zhang Meng: "Young master, there are no living people here, all of them are dead......

"Old or new?" The strange way of death in front of him made Zhang Meng feel a chill in his heart.

"Looking at the decomposing corpses, most of them are old corpses, but to be honest, they didn't die for long." The pheasant took off his disposable gloves and said, "The only special thing is that the heads of these corpses have been cut off. ”

"Yes, there are no wounds on my body except for my neck." Ye Jiu added coldly.

Hearing Ye Jiu's words, Lai Zi turned his head with a heavy heart and glanced at the stone statue of the headless knight on the grassland.

"It's weird." Xiao Lou asked puzzledly beside him: "With such a large body exposed to the grassland, why is there no government person to deal with it?" ”

"Maybe no one found out." The fat man replied.

"Unlikely." Lady Na is very familiar with the style of government affairs, thought for a while and said: "The environment here is not as severe as that of Hoh Xil, and even Hoh Xil has set up a mountain patrol team, and there must be patrols here." ”

"Then why didn't anyone deal with it?"

"I think it may have something to do with the customs that are unique to this place." After Lady Na finished speaking, she looked at Laizi puzzledly: "I also know a little about the customs of the Mongols, but Laizi, what do these corpses say?" Is it similar to the heavenly burial in Tibet? ”

"What is a celestial burial?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Do you suspect that this is a deliberate sky burial?" Lai Zi thought about it and seemed to be unable to figure it out, but he still briefly explained to Zhang Meng: "The so-called sky burial is a unique custom that has always been followed in Tibet and Mongolia. ”

"Oh?"

"But speaking of which, there is still a certain difference between the Mongolian sky burial culture and the Tibetan sky burial culture." Speaking of the difference between the two, Lai Zi deliberately glanced at the clothes of the headless corpses, and then continued: "The Tibetan culture of sky burial is generally presided over by a sky burial master, because Tibetans believe that only after death can the soul ascend to heaven. The celestial burial master will dismantle the corpse in eight pieces in a specific place, down to the internal organs, bones, muscles, and blood, until the vultures wandering around have eaten the flesh and blood, and the whole ritual is completed. ”

"And what's going on with the Mongolian sky burial?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Mongolian sky burials are a little more diverse than Tibetan sky burials." Lai Zi thought for a while and said: "It can be roughly divided into three types: grassland burial, burial in the same house, and wild burial. Prairie burial is also known as 'throwing wild burial, open burial, ascension burial', it is a funeral ritual that puts the corpse in the open air in a place where birds and beasts can eat, so as to eat the corpse into the belly of birds and beasts; As for wild burial, it is closer to the Tibetan sky burial culture, which is a funeral ritual in which the body of the deceased is placed in the wild and eaten by carnivorous birds. The celestial burial master recites the Sutra of Transcendence for the deceased and holds a wild burial ceremony. ”

Listening to Lai Zi's explanation, Zhang Meng thought for a while and asked puzzledly: "Why are many traditions of Tibet and Mongolia very close?" Including eagle and wolf totem culture, as well as the current form of celestial burial and funeral. ”

"Maybe it's because they live in similar circumstances!"

"It's a lot worse, okay?" The fat man pouted and said: "Qinghai-Tibet is a plateau and snow-capped mountains, Mongolia is a grassland and barren sand, no matter how you look at the environment, there is a big difference. Fat man, I don't read much, don't lie to me. ”

"That's what the fat man said." Yoriko nodded.

"It's not hard to explain." Just when Zhang Meng was puzzled, Ladyna, who listened to Laizi's explanation, turned around and said: "Everyone has ignored a culture they share. ”

"What culture?"

"With the exception of shamans, they all believe in Buddhism, and whether it is the Tibetan Plateau or the Mongolian steppe, the lamas are the most respected." Lady Na said: "Buddhism has an allusion to feeding eagles with their bodies, and they advocate this funeral culture, and I think that the funeral culture in the Mongolian steppe should be the result of the spread of the lamas who preach Buddhism." ”

"If you say that, it can be explained......" Zhang Meng nodded.

"By the way, Laizi, you have explained so much, so according to you, are these headless corpses a form of wild burial in Mongolian celestial burial?" Lady Na frowned and said, "I don't think these corpses are a good death, and it is very likely to use the form of wild burial." ”

Just as he was talking to Lady, Laizi found a scripture-like thing on a new corpse with blurred flesh and blood, and after carefully identifying it, he nodded: "There are Hada in these corpses, as well as a mantra, it should be a wild burial." ”

"So what's going on here? How could so many headless corpses be buried in the back of a hill? Zhang Meng was vaguely worried in his heart, whether it would be related to the statue of the headless horseman behind him.

As soon as Zhang Meng's words fell, he found that the fat man stabbed himself lightly, and whispered: "Do you see if there is something under the hill?" I said, we're not going to meet ghosts in broad daylight, are we? ”