In the ancient tombs that have fallen into disrepair, the lights are flickering on and off.

In the passage, in addition to the smell of blood and mold, there is also a chill that is very different from the June day.

Long before he came, Su Heng talked to people on the phone.

It is known that a team of archaeologists, seven men and one woman, were killed in a strange way.

As the leader of the scheming team, he has seen many seemingly unsolvable supernatural cases, but as he peels back the cocoon, he will eventually discover the truth hidden behind it.

At this moment, the only thing that makes him feel strange is that, according to the introduction of the previous case handlers, all the unearthed cultural relics are not missing, that is to say, the murderer is likely not for these precious cultural relics, so what is his motive? What is the purpose?

There was nothing to gain in the passage, and when he stepped into the tall tomb, even if he had been mentally prepared, Su Heng still gasped, and his scalp was faintly numb.

The performance of the rest of the people was not much better, several big men held weapons one after another, and the only female member, Sun Jia, grabbed the corner of Su Heng's clothes.

In the dim light overhead, everyone saw an extremely shocking picture.

I saw that around the huge sarcophagus, there were eight headless corpses kneeling, their hands were raised, each holding a part of their body, and the stone slab they were kneeling on was stained red with blood over and over again.

Why is the corpse that has been dead for a long time still kneeling upright? How do they keep their hands flat? And where did their heads go?

These unreasonable questions continue to impact everyone's hearts.

"Captain, do you think they look like they're atoning for their sins?"

Tang Qixiao was the first to break the silence, but even he didn't notice that his voice was a little trembling.

"Sort of, but it's also possible that it's some kind of evil ritual." Su Heng observed very seriously, but the more this was the case, the more inexplicable he felt, faintly hairy, and always felt as if he was being targeted by something.

"I think I've seen this kind of death in an old book." Sun Jia whispered at this time.

"How?" Su Heng immediately asked.

"It's a kind of burial, where their souls are imprisoned in their vanished heads, and holding up a part of their body with their hands is sacrificing their loyalty." Sun Jia explained.

"What a strange and cruel burial."

Everyone showed a look of unbearability.

"If I'm not mistaken, their heads are in the sarcophagus right now." Sun Jia pointed directly at the huge sarcophagus in the center.

"Open the sarcophagus." Su Heng said directly.

At the moment, the most important thing is to find the heads of the eight people, verify Sun Jia's guess, and then look for clues from these corpses.

Although the sarcophagus was soaked with blood, after hearing Su Heng's order, everyone immediately stepped forward and pushed the heavy coffin lid away with concerted efforts.

But that's when the accident happened.

The moment the sarcophagus was pushed open, a figure sat up suddenly.

"Be careful."

Wang Cheng, the oldest and most experienced, pushed Tang Qixiao away from him as soon as possible, and the rest of the people also dodged one after another, and Ye Feng, who had the best skills, had already taken out his gun.

At the same time, everyone also saw clearly that the figure sitting up was the owner of the sarcophagus, a dried corpse that had been dead for an unknown number of years, but had not completely decomposed.

Could it really be as Tang Qi said with a smile, the owner of the tomb has been resurrected?

Everyone looked at the dried corpse, and they all lost their voices for a while.

"Tick, tick."

In the dead silence of the tomb, the sound of water droplets suddenly sounded.

Su Heng followed the sound and saw that a corner of the sarcophagus was dripping blood, falling to a pothole in the ground, and constantly splashing.

"Poof!"

At this time, a corpse beside Su Heng had no warning, and suddenly fell to the ground, startling him again.

Then, as if a chain reaction had been triggered, the remaining seven bodies fell to the ground one after another.

All of this seems to have been caused by the fact that they opened the sarcophagus.

There was a faint solidification in the atmosphere of the tomb, and there was a bit of ominous smell.

"Xiao Jia, autopsy."

Su Heng took a deep breath and said to Sun Jia, who was pale next to him.

As a forensic doctor, Sun Jia is not afraid of corpses, what really makes her feel furious is this unexplained weirdness.

If all this is artificial, how did the other party accurately calculate all this?

Despite this, Sun Jia squatted down and began to examine the body, and soon came to a preliminary conclusion.

"The time of death of the corpses cannot be confirmed, and it seems that there is something in their bodies that is preventing the corpses from decomposing, and further tests are needed."

"No steel needles or anything else were found in the body, especially in the arms, but the muscles were noticeably stiff, perhaps related to the substance that prevented the corpse from decomposing."

"There are no unnecessary injuries on the surface of the body, the neck incision is neat, the murder weapon is extremely sharp, and the murderer has a lot of strength."

"Wait, it seems to have a very special smell."

Sun Jia's eyes widened suddenly, as if she had made an unusual discovery.

While Sun Jia was inspecting the body, the rest of the people were not idle, and Wang Cheng cautiously approached the sarcophagus, probably to see if there was a deceased's head inside.

Tang Qixiao squatted and looked at the sarcophagus seriously, as if there were any traces on it.

Ye Feng, on the other hand, was on full alert, his hands holding the gun hanging slightly.

Only Su Heng stood in place.

It's just that no one noticed that his body was trembling slightly at this moment, and at this time, he only felt an unspeakable fear surrounding him, his breathing became obviously difficult, and his heart was almost jumping out of his chest.

From a very young age, Su Heng had a special ability, he could sense the arrival of danger in advance.

Once he was sleeping at home, he was awakened by this fear, and when he ran to the yard, there was a loud noise behind him, and he saw that his house had collapsed directly, and if he hadn't woken up, he would have been stoned to death.

Even half a month ago, when he was driving and waiting for the traffic light, he was surrounded by this feeling, he immediately ran out of the car, and a few seconds later, a runaway muck truck came from the opposite side and directly hit his car.

Now, fear is back in the air, even more intense than ever.

"Danger, run, get out of ......."

Su Heng almost tried his best, but he was obviously a little silent.

At this moment, the dry corpse that sat up suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Wang Cheng.

When the dry corpse pointed at Wang Cheng with his finger, Su Heng's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle's eye.

Ye Feng also discovered this scene, and his hands holding the gun were raised instinctively.

And Wang Cheng was stunned at this time, and there was no movement, as if he had been immobilized by that finger.

In the next second, his head flew out of thin air, blood gushing out.