The walls around me were quickly picking up under my eyes, and I didn't know how deep the hole was, so I jumped straight down, which was a bit too reckless.

Luckily, the passage didn't seem too deep, and in just two seconds, the soles of my feet suddenly went numb and fell to the ground.

Judging by this height, the height of our jump should be about 4 to 5 meters, which is not too high, but it is not low.

The miner's lamp pinned overhead, the moment we jumped down, immediately made the dim surroundings shine a little more.

These bright lights quickly diffused all around, and the situation was clearly illuminated.

It's very big, even bigger than before, and if the place where we used to be a big hall is now enough to be called a magnificent palace.

The style around it is almost the same as before, but there are many more stone pillars supporting the top of the main hall, and there are 64 systems.

In the middle, there is still a stone platform, but this stone platform is much larger than the one we were on before, and the style of the building is much more complete.

In front of the stone platform there is a complete set of sacrificial items, as well as some other bronze utensils.

And around this stone platform, there are piles of bones as high as a mountain.

The bones were at the bottom, and all that lay on them were severed heads.

Even if you can smell a foul smell of decay from a distance, because these bones are blocked, you can't see what is on the stone platform.

Although this hall does not have any splendid decorations, in terms of its scale, it is comparable to the imperial palace.

"Looks like there's something on that stone platform!" Suddenly, Crouching Tiger's gaze froze, and he pointed in the direction of the stone platform and roared.

To be precise, the direction that Crouching Tiger is pointing to is not the direction of the orthodox stone platform, but the location to the right of the stone platform, which is not far from the stone platform.

There, I vaguely saw a standing figure.

"Damn, it won't be a zongzi!"

Wang Scumbag swallowed his saliva, his face became solemn, stared in that direction, and scolded.

Crouching Tiger took out the talisman paper from his bag, and at the same time took out a small drum, staring closely in the direction where the figure was, I could see that Crouching Tiger's legs and stomach were slightly trembling.

I don't know who that figure is, and whether it has changed into a zongzi.

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath, if it was really a dumpling produced by a corpse, then it was quite sensitive to the breath of people.

Crouching Tiger has dealt with similar evil in this industry, but it has never been so vigilant as this time, and it can even be said that it is a little frightened.

I understand why, the corpse becomes a zongzi, and the danger of the zongzi is different, and the difference is even like the difference between heaven and earth, and this is the place where tens of thousands of slaves are beheaded, and there is a lot of yin and evil qi gathered here.

If the corpse is raised here, then the rice dumplings formed will be indescribably terrifying.

Opening mountains and cracking rocks, fast as lightning, invulnerability to knives and guns are the most basic, and what is even more terrifying is that there is a high probability that Crouching Tiger will not be able to suppress such an evil thing at all.

Crouching Tiger's ability is also limited, not all evil can be dealt with, some are too powerful, and even have to use the spirit runes of the master to suppress them.

With the level of his corpse suppression drum, the zongzi encountered in the tomb of King Yan Zhao had not been suppressed before.

Not to mention the rice dumplings produced by such a large area of burial here at this moment.

At this moment, all the people had a creepy feeling, if this was really a rice dumpling, it was estimated that a few minutes would be enough to turn us into a part of the corpse mountain.

I opened the package, took out the compound crossbow from the package, and took out an arrow from the side pocket on the other side, inserted the arrow into the jar of eight-treasure porridge, and rolled it slightly, so that all sides of the arrow were evenly covered with a highly corrosive white powder.

I carefully picked up my bow and arrow, placing it on the crossbow, trying not to touch the arrow.

The front end of the compound crossbow is also made of alloy, and if even the jar of eight-treasure porridge can withstand the corrosion of these white powders, then presumably the compound crossbow should not be affected in any way.

I half-squinted, aimed the compound crossbow in my hand at the place where the figure was, and immediately turned my head and asked Qian Lao on the side.

"Old Qian, what should we do?"

At this time, I didn't worry too much about this zongzi, although our odds of winning are not high, but it can't be said that there is no chance of winning at all.

After all, zongzi does not have the IQ of a living person, if you look at the right time and shoot this arrow on your body, presumably even if it is a fierce zongzi, it may not be better.

Qian Lao's eyes fell on the figure from a distance through the gap in the gauze, his eyes were narrowed, as if he wanted to see what this figure was, and he didn't answer immediately.

After staring quietly for about two minutes, Qian Lao slowly shook his head.

"The thing in front shouldn't be a zongzi, it should be a corpse, and we have to take a closer look."

I breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't a dumpling or something like that, that's fine.

Immediately afterwards, Qian Lao slowly walked in the direction where the figure was, and the four of us glanced at each other, and followed behind Qian Lao, slowly in that direction.

The closer you get to the place where the corpse mountain is located, the worse the smell becomes, this smell should be the smell of corpses, the smell of corpses piled up by such a large number of corpses, it is definitely not a good thing for people to smell it for a long time.

In this high concentration of corpse odor, if you stay for a long time, you may even be infected with zombie poison.

Therefore, during the march, we all used the oxygen cylinders we were wearing, and we tried not to breathe the air around us as much as possible.

The distance was very long, and the few of us walked very fast, but even so, it still took more than three minutes.

When I walked near the mountain of corpses, I almost threw up when I saw it.

The corpses were piled up as high as a mountain, and it was hard to see the end when they looked up, and the little rotting flesh hung on the blackened bones, and even if they held their breath, they felt a foul smell coming down their nostrils.

The corpses had arms and legs glued together, and many of the corpses could no longer distinguish who belonged to each other.