The fat man's face twitched slightly, and he took back the fire pole again, and stirred it several times in the coffin water that had already splashed a lot, and there was really nothing else. The fat man glanced at me, and he pointed to his head, "There's something wrong with this, right?" ”

The old madman didn't care about the fat man's ridicule at all, this kind of action caused me to see the fat man's next ending countless times, but the old madman didn't do it after all, he pulled out the fire pole and threw it on the ground: "These things are made of dead people's corpses, on the cliffs here, in all the coffins, it's like this." ”

I hated the liquid in the coffin even more, though I still couldn't imagine why the corpse had turned into liquid. It is indeed not strange to open a coffin and see a coffin of clear water, many of them are because the tomb is leaking, and the coffin is also eroded by stagnant water. When the water in the burial chamber dries, the coffin does not flow out, so the coffin will accumulate stinky water.

But there is another situation, the coffin itself is very well sealed, if the owner of the tomb is noble, the coffin material used will be more strong and sealed. Therefore, the water in the coffin does not enter from the outside, and the only thing that produces the liquid is the body itself.

It is easy to explain this phenomenon in the field of scientific research, first of all, almost more than 60% of the human body is water, and a series of reactions after death will make the water come from the body, because the coffin is in a sealed state at this time, so the water cannot evaporate, which makes the coffin accumulate a part of the liquid, which is usually called corpse fluid.

But even if this person has 200 catties, the liquid will only have 120 catties, so the liquid is indeed only a part, like the whole coffin in front of us, it cannot be a corpse, and there are no bones, this method of decomposition may not be possible for hundreds of millions of years.

The old madman sensed our question, and first answered our question: "These people were already in a different state before they died, and their system has changed, so that after death, the corpses have also undergone some incalculable changes. We saw that he seemed to know something, and we wanted to continue asking, but the old madman opened his mouth again: "Do you know what an immortal coffin is?" ”

We shook our heads and said we didn't know, and the old madman continued: "In ancient times, there were countless warlocks who cultivated immortals and refined medicines, and after thousands of years of accumulation, some people practiced a strange pill, saying that it was an elixir, but no one had tried it, and no one dared to eat this thing, so those who refined the medicine deceived the common people to test the poison. Someone was deceived into eating the gold pill that the other party said, but the result was a tragic death, and they buried the body hastily. You know, these people don't try the medicine once and find that the dead person won't do it again, they killed dozens of people in a row, but when they went to bury another body at the same burial site, they found that the previous body was missing? ”

"Hiss......" The fat man gasped: "Someone stole it and dissected it?" I've heard that their peers steal the bodies of people who have died as a result of drug testing to study their drug recipes. ”

The old madman shook his head, which was full of long hair, and then he continued: "It was either stolen or disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of the earth being turned over. ”

The fat man and I thought about it almost at the same time, and glanced at the coffin at hand, the puddle of black water was still shaking: "It can't be because of the reaction of the drug, it has melted, right?" ”

The old madman did not reply in the affirmative: "After burying the newly deceased, they made observations, and indeed no one moved, but they always picked up the soil after ten days, but there was no trace of the body, and some things after that made these people think of the cause of the situation elsewhere." I don't know if it's because these warlocks are poisoned by refining medicine, or if it's really happening, they can always see those who were killed standing in the sky and looking at them with angry faces, because there are more and more such things, they think that these people who have taken medicine have become immortals, and now they see them come back, just to take revenge. These people were afraid of the revenge of those who seemed to have become immortals, so they also took the medicine themselves, but the result was to die directly. These events were passed on, and in some places empty coffins were seen, or...... It's a coffin with a puddle of water. This kind of rumor of ascending to immortality has become another option for those who cannot obtain the secret art of immortality. ”

After the old madman said this, I already had a creepy feeling, is this water really the corpse of the corpse? Is the owner of the body still here, and is the water still poisonous? I moved out of the way, two steps further from where I had been from the coffin.

The fat man threw away the metal object of the so-called numbered ring, and we pounced, there was no value in staying here. By this time the sun had already illuminated half of the mountain wall, the wind was still the same as before, and we climbed back to the cliff face, which was a very painful movement.

The road ahead is very long, we have observed several coffins one after another, but the results are not too optimistic, some of the coffins and the same style here, the contents are also a large coffin full of black flocculents, and nothing is fished out again. However, there are a few coffins that are different, the coffins are completely damaged, and the liquid inside has also been drained clean many years ago.

There are a lot of cliff tombs on the mountain wall, some of them are on the way to climb the road, and some are far away from the places where we can pass, and the caves of those cliff tombs can't go up at all, even if there is a rope, there is no place to hang it, I don't know how to build it back then and how to hand the coffin up.

At first, the climb was all the way up, but in the middle of the cliff, it became a horizontal path along the depression to the side, and there were iron rings and some holes where the plank path could be installed, and I looked back at the vertical climbing road, where it seemed that metal chains could also be assembled, and it was not as difficult as we were in the early years.

Down, there is not much to see in the village on the ground, and people can't see clearly at this height, and because the ancestral hall is completely blocked by the village buildings, we don't know what kind of state those people are in now.

Soon after, I had climbed a section of the route to find out the way to the largest cave in the cliff, and at the mouth of the cave there was a bush of cypresses, and that one was the one we saw with the mask on it.

I slowed down, firstly for fear of seeing the mask again, and partly because the horizontal climb without a safety rope was too exhausting, and after a few meters of walking, my legs began to shake in an uncontrollable amplitude.

Some things have to be faced after all, and at noon that day, after the sun was at its most intense, we saw the cypress in front of our eyes, and at this time the cypress was only about ten meters away from us, and the mask hung on the branches of the tree in reverse, swaying in the wind.

I stood there in a daze, and the old madman saw it, but he urged us forward, the cave here was very large, beyond my estimates, seven or eight meters high, and there was an extended platform at the entrance of the cave, and it was because of this that the huge cypress was bigger than the others.

The old madman pushed the fat man's ass with a fire hammer, urging him to hurry forward, and the fat man cursed, and then pulled the iron ring on the rock wall and stepped over the last ten meters.

When they arrived, they realized that there was something else going on as the mask swayed against the wind on the mountain wall. I thought that the wind felt on the mountain wall was already very strong, but for some reason, a strong wind blew from this huge cave six or seven meters wide, and the wind did not stop at all, and when I looked inside, I knew that this was not a dead end, and the cave was at least connected to some other open place.

The fat man pulled the mask sideways, there was nothing unusual about this thing, it looked the same as when I first saw him, extremely weird, now look at it up close, that red and white color, I am really grateful that it is still daytime.

"How the hell did this thing come about?" The fat man asked in confusion.

Naturally, we don't know that the old generation lost it in the village at that time, and he appeared here again less than an hour after entering the village, and there seems to be no reliable explanation. If people wanted to entertain us, it was too late, and it took us almost a morning to climb up here.

The mask was reconfirmed by the old generation, and it was indeed the one he threw away, and the fat man also confirmed that he also had a heartbeat when he carried the little ghost. Our eyes moved to the old madman, after all, the person the little ghost said seemed to be the only one now. This person is either a lonely ghost, or if not, then there is really no way to explain it.

The old madman took the mask, and he didn't even lift his hair to look at it, and threw it off the cliff. The fat man hurried to grab it, but it was too late, and the mask disappeared with the wind, and soon disappeared.

"Shhh...... I said don't throw it away if you don't like it, it's also a relic of your grandson. As soon as the fat man finished speaking, he was kicked by the old madman, of course the fat man would not swallow this breath, he was about to explode, and only then did he look up and see the fire gun.

When I saw this, I immediately grabbed the fat man and said, "Don't don't, this man's mouth is on his ass, just fart, don't take it seriously." ”

The old madman took the firebolt, but still against us. He looked in the direction where he threw the mask: "Decades ago, when I first came here, it was already here, handed over...... It didn't take more than ten years. ”

"Isn't it your grandson?" The fat man asked again.

The old madman turned his head and glanced at him, and the fat man hurriedly shut his mouth. I think this picture is a bit funny, and the fat man's actions really can't be extrapolated according to common sense.

Although the old madman explained some things, I felt even more confused at this time, there was a lot of information in that sentence, but I could only see that the old madman and the little ghost had nothing to do with it.