Chapter 175: The Altar
The skeleton in front of me didn't even feel when it was hit, and there was no slight difference between it and usual.
This can be said to be very terrifying.
"Knock Knock Knock ......"
While I was thinking, a voice suddenly came directly in front of me and interrupted my thoughts.
When I looked closely, I saw a skull in front of me bouncing on the ground.
That's when I remembered that there was such a skull in front of us at this time.
As soon as I saw the skull, I felt a dull pain in my shoulder, and I involuntarily took two steps back.
"Old Qian, how should this thing be dealt with!"
"It seems that this thing can't be touched with your hands or through gloves, and if you do, you'll be disillusioned."
I felt a little chill on my body, stared at the skull vigilantly, and asked Qian Lao behind me without replying.
"Don't worry about this thing, although this is completely jumpable, but it obviously doesn't have the ability to move for long periods of time."
"We're going to the graveyard to find a passage, and we're not going to come back here, so this thing won't affect us anymore."
After Qian Lao heard my words, he muttered slightly for a moment, and then spoke.
Hearing Qian Lao's words, I immediately nodded slowly, the reason is that this truth is not wrong, with the speed of this thing's movement, I'm afraid it won't be able to catch up with us.
At that moment, we didn't pay any more attention to the thing in front of us, and turned around and walked in the direction of the tombway.
Quack Quack .....
The strange screams that came from behind us were still loud, full of creepy meaning, and as we were moving forward, unconsciously, the speed under our feet increased.
As we walked along the grave path we were on, the skeletal laughter behind me became smaller and smaller, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
But as if inside the hallucination, the tomb we were in was really much cooler than the outside tomb, which almost made me shiver unconsciously, and the further I went, the lower the temperature became.
"Old Qian, the temperature here seems to be a little wrong." I spoke slowly, but I couldn't tell why.
"It's normal, this tomb is built in the mountains, and the further you go into the interior of the mountain, the lower the temperature will naturally be."
"This shows that the path we have chosen is the right one."
Old man Qian didn't reply to me, which made me breathe a long sigh of relief, so it's okay, as long as the road is correct, even if there are many dangers along the way, but it's in the right direction.
The most bitter thing is that after going through a lot of hardships, in the end he went in the wrong direction, and that is the real wrong.
I walked quickly in this direction, and soon I saw the exit ahead.
I have to say that although the scale of this tomb is not small, it is far worse than the ancient tomb of King Yan Zhao.
The extent of the tomb is far less than the three tombs we have seen before, and the overall area of the tomb is probably not as large as the tomb we have laid down before.
I let out a long breath, and after less than half a minute or so, Qian Lao and I were already out of the tomb.
In this burial chamber, which seemed to be markedly different from all the tombs I had seen before, the burial chamber in front of me was not in a quadrangular shape, but a perfect regular hexagonal shape.
On the surface of this burial chamber, traces of reflection of a certain material can be clearly seen.
It appears that the material is also made of stone, but it seems that the surface of each layer has been carefully polished.
It is estimated that a burial chamber composed in this way will take a lot of time to deal with.
"It's breathtaking!"
"I've been to a lot of tombs, but I've never seen such a superb polishing technique, which can polish a whole stone wall as smooth as a mirror!"
Qian Lao looked around the tomb and exclaimed.
However, compared to the architectural structure and craftsmanship of the entire tomb, I pay more attention to the things in the tomb.
The burial chamber in front of me seems to be the end of the whole tomb, there is no passage on the walls around the tomb, and there is no coffin in the center of this stone chamber, but instead of the place where the coffin should be placed, there are more than ten jars.
These jars are yellowish all over, they should be pottery, more than half a person high, and the thickest part of the jar is estimated to require a person to hold it with his arms closed.
"Old Qian, don't pay attention to the problem of wall craftsmanship first, let's take a look at the central jar."
As I spoke, I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, as if there was a tickling sensation in the wound on my shoulder.
I subconsciously scratched the wound through the gauze, which was completely subconscious, I didn't think too much, and when I reacted, I had already secretly said bad in my heart.
Now my shoulder can be regarded as an open injury, definitely not a minor injury, just died in pain, such a grasp, wouldn't it be a repeat of the past?
When I touched the wound with my hand, I realized that the pain wasn't as painful as I thought, and it was a relief.
If I go through that inhuman pain again, I'm afraid I'll be tormented and won't even have the strength to continue visiting the grave.
didn't have time to think about the pain of the wound, Qian Lao had already drawn his eyes back to the jars in front of him.
Soon, Qian Lao's brows furrowed slightly.
"Compared to the craftsmanship on the wall, the craftsmanship of shaping these jars can be said to be extremely rough."
As he spoke, Mr. Qian shone the light on the flashlight on the body of the pottery jar, and immediately half-arched his body, carefully examining the pottery jar.
"Not only is the pottery jar untreated, but even the shaping technique is very rough, which is inversely proportional to the craftsmanship of the entire burial chamber."
"There are no coffins in such a burial chamber, but there are several jars like this, and it is clear that these altars should contain very important things."
"I didn't see any gold or silver treasures along the way, which means that the tomb owner didn't care about these things."
"There's a good chance that the jars contain something related to witchcraft."
At the moment when Qian Lao's words fell, I suddenly fought a spirit, and subconsciously took a few steps back in the opposite direction of these jars.
I have suffered the loss of witchcraft in this tomb, and now when I hear about witchcraft, I cannot help but feel a panic that is extremely frightened.
Witchcraft is really scary, it can easily take people's lives, and most importantly, it's really hard to guard against.