The two of us held on to the surface of the water for more than five or six minutes in the same position as before, and the bubbles on the surface of the water kept bubbling endlessly, and I didn't smell any different smell of the gas coming out of the urn, but there seemed to be a faint and not strong fragrance.

The urn may have used the gas in its belly to keep it in the water without sinking or floating, and now as soon as the gas leaked, the big guy began to sink in a somewhat uncoordinated amplitude.

In less than a few minutes, the pressure completely filled the urn with water, and the black shadow of the urn fell completely into the larger black shadow at the bottom of the well under our watchful eyes.

The temperature in the well was very low, and a layer of mist was already coming out of the paratrooper knife in my hand. It's a good thing the temperature here doesn't make me sweat. The biting well water also froze several times and I lost consciousness. The wounds on the neck and face are now swollen, and the flesh on both sides of the bloody wound has been turned over, and I secretly screamed that it was not good, my mother is estimated to have a scar in the future, this is not a good thing, I am not too old at this age, although I don't want to deal with many people, but just like this, I am afraid that it will be difficult to ask for a wife in the future.

I touched the swollen wound on my face, and involuntarily scolded in my mouth, Lou Gushan, who was less than two circles in front of me, heard it clearly, and listened to him: "Don't worry, it's a print at most, the current plastic surgery hospital is very developed, if you can rest assured of me, I can give you two stitches." Make sure you don't see a trace. ”

"You're still a doctor?" After saying this, I denied myself and let the bastard treat people, and the patient may not be a normal person.

I shook my head and said no more, just squeezed the lump on my face, fortunately, I didn't dare to touch the wound before, but now when I move, it is estimated that it is a skin trauma, not injured below the cortex, with the treatment, there will be no scar in one or two months. It's just that the three cuts on the neck are not that likely to be repaired, and the depth is nearly one-third of my little thumb, and the scar is certain.

We kept the wall of the well on the wall until there were no more bubbles on the surface, and the bottom of the water was very clean, it should be all sand, and there was not much silt caused by the fall of the urn. The two of us went into the water again, this time it was a dive, how deep it was, then I really can't estimate, I only know that from the time I went down to see the urn, I not only used up the breath I had held in advance, but also took a sip of water in the scuba.

I can stay underwater for two or three minutes at most, the key is that I am not accustomed to water, it is good to be able to stabilize underwater, if I have to work hard, I will definitely not dare to do this, the key is that I can't do it.

Lou Gushan has already controlled himself and landed in front of the urn after a few clicks, I am still struggling on the top of Lou Gushan's head, others are below, and they are not waiting for me, I have already used an iron drill to warp the fitting seam of the urn.

When I went down to the sandy formation at the bottom of the well, I had already experienced a catastrophe, and it was difficult for my chest to hold my breath due to the pressure of the water, which was really not as comfortable as wearing a wetsuit at that time, mainly because the pressure was not evenly distributed, and my heart was almost unable to beat.

Stepping on the bottom of the fine sand manhole, which was not strong, I found that a gap had been pried open between the urns and jars. The gap was about the thickness of a palm, and it was full of fibrous debris like cotton wool.

In the early years, there were many adhesives used to bind objects, and most of the formulas of these things were handed down in the hands of unique craftsmen among the upper class soldiers, so the technique of bonding two urns does not need to think about how ingenious it needs to be, but the strength and usability are obvious, just because this urn has been soaked in well water for so many years, and it has not cracked, which can be explained. The mouths of the two urns are opposite each other, and yellow mud is used in them, and the yellow mud is probably mixed with fibers such as cotton or hair silk, and then baked in a charcoal stove with a very high temperature, and in the end, the two urns have almost grown together.

I gestured to Lou Gushan to slow down. I was about to hide away, but I was caught by Lou Gushan, Lou Gushan pointed to the other side of the Weng tank, and I immediately understood what he meant, this is to catch the strong man.

I hurriedly shook my head, but this guy was even more powerful in the water, and I didn't need any strength, so he pulled him to the side of the urn. He pointed to the gap in the urn in front of me, and I cried out repeatedly, but I was afraid that the breath in my mouth would be gone, so I had to scrape the cracked pieces of the urn with the paratrooper knife in my hand, and then clasped my hands on the edge of the urn.

The buoyancy of the water is very large, and because this thing has the advantage of shape, we lifted it up, and the urn that was upside down was directly lifted by the two of us. No one can see this kind of place, and at the moment, no matter whether it is sand or hard objects underground, they just threw it down to me.

It's completely black underwater, and I put a small flashlight in my mouth, and it's not waterproof at all, but this kind of dry battery-type simple flashlight is still very reliable.

Although the light everywhere is weak, but because we are under the water, the refraction of the water makes the bottom of the well full of a silver-white halo, and the Weng tank in front of us is in the focus of the direct flashlight, at this time the upper part is missing, we leaned on the edge of the urn less than a meter, and only then did we see clearly the things in the urn from the slightly foggy sight.

This is really right for Lou Gushan, this thing is indeed a burial vessel, and the so-called sinking tank burial is just its literal meaning, merging the two mouth-to-mouth urns, closing the gap between the two cylinders, and sinking to the bottom of the water. It is true that I have heard that there are similar burial rites in some places, but when I saw it with my own eyes, I still feel that there are some strange and unpredictable elements in this unusual behavior. Hanlian literature

I slapped the flashlight in my hand a few times, and the light became much brighter again, and it seemed that I was still overconfident, and this thing had some abnormal reaction due to water erosion after all.

There was a beam of light in the water, as if it was covered with a veil of fog that was not clear, and only by obliquely looking away from the beam could you see what was under the light spot from the flashlight.

There is no place to place a flashlight here, I hold it in one hand, my hand swings far away, and my head is poking outside, looking at the contents of the urn under the spot, I feel a chill down my spine.

The scuba was already suffocated, because of the pressure, there was still water in it, I was pulled by Lou Gushan and floated to the surface of the well, took a few breaths, and my eyes fell on the bottom of the well water under my feet again.

Fortunately, the well water is clear, just by keeping your eyes on the surface of the water, you can see the situation underneath, there is no change, and there is no incongruity, just the urn that has been opened...... There is nothing in the urn alone, and the problem is what comes out of the tank.

I rubbed my face with water, and when I touched the lump, it hurt and I almost bared my teeth. This also played a role in sobriety, and all of a sudden I only felt that the air I inhaled and the pictures I saw were extremely clear and there were no phantoms.

"That'...... What age is that thing, if it was around the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, there was always a human grafting operation at that time, right? "Since I was beaten, I have never had the confidence to speak, mainly because I have never seen anything, and the only feedback from what I see is a blank face.

Actually, I shouldn't say that, but the thing I saw was really unbelievably excessive, the caliber of the Weng jar was as I saw between me, the wall of the jar was only an inch and a half, and two marble barricades could be placed in it. And inside this thing, there are two corpses sitting upright, their posture is blushing just by looking at it, but there is nothing unreasonable about these indecent movements, but these two corpses, one of which seems to be a male corpse sitting cross-legged underneath, his head is actually a tanuki head.

The blood-maned civet cat with a big flower face before still has some influence in my brain, I can't forget this thing, I guess I'll have to bother me a few times in my dreams in the future, but I really didn't expect it, it's been less than an hour, and the fuck is meeting again. And this time, it's obviously a monster Huaxing, and he's already a half-human, half-raccoon monster.

The most important thing is the behavior of this tanuki, sitting cross-legged on the lower body, and a woman with long hair sitting on top of it. The body of the body has become dry skin, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a woman or not, but it is only from the long hair and the smooth body. This is a sub-question, and there is no other answer.

"Damn, did you make fun of me in Yizhuang at that time, whether those boxes with the golden body of the raccoon head were real, I can't believe it in the future, but the things in front of me, I'm afraid they are real, hiss...... It's just that how do I remember to do this kind of thing, isn't it a taboo in the heavenly army, because there are not a few fools who cut down their fathers and mothers, and they dare to do this when they die and become monsters...... This thing is really not personal. ”

"Hey...... Sunken Tank Burial ...... A man with a raccoon head. You know one of the practices that is often popular among that sect. Lou Gushan muttered to himself, and suddenly asked me intermittently.

After making so many friends, although I still feel that this person in front of me is the reincarnation of Wang Bajing, but my thoughts can still be adjusted to a channel occasionally, like this, he is just a beginning, and there have been no less than three or five opportunities for me to think about it.

I have had some understanding of the big religious sects for a while, and most of them have watched documentaries, and there is actually a fundamental difference between the main sect and those demagogic and brainwashing cults, directly speaking, they are two kinds of things, and they have nothing to do with each other, but the latter will always learn most of the theories in the former doctrine, and then distort the facts by themselves, and do literal or even direct subversion of their original meaning.

In the post-Tibetan region of Tibet, the Guge Dynasty, which believed in Tibetan Buddhism on the first line of the Gangdis Mountains, was once glorious and extinguished by war, leaving only a tall castle-like mound, but the murals of the Red and White Temple, which is located at the highest point of the power center of the dynasty, are largely well preserved.

If you don't know much about Later Tibet, the branches of Tibetan Buddhism and Bon, when you see those murals at first glance, you must be ashamed and red-faced. Because a large number of murals depict Buddhist scenes of both men and women, this scene, which is often considered to be dirty, is not pure Tibetan Buddhism, but a similar but completely different kind of Bon.

The meaning is naturally not a simple picture impact as seen by the eyes, and it is difficult to refute this, but those double cultivation gimmicks propagated by the evil sects that are based on demagoguery and brainwashing and wealth are completely just for lust and flesh, and they are by no means truly simple.

I glanced at Lou Gushan, he did not waver, I secretly calculated in my heart, the scene in the tank can be described as weird, it seems not accurate to make absolute speculation, but it can be seen that if you really want to do something unscrupulous, I am afraid that the people in the world will not be too simple. So I'm still a little biased towards the unrealistic speculation that I thought of, and the scene of this sinking tank seems to be some kind of double cultivation demon technique of Qing Baiyuan.