Chen Yun whispered, "You say, could Uncle Liu have fallen into the hands of these people on purpose?" "I said that it is very likely, the people from the RAND Corporation must have come here for the first time, but Uncle Liu is very familiar with the environment around here, you look at his appearance, as if he is looking for something, it is estimated that this place, he has been here a long time ago.

Under my gaze, Uncle Liu had already gotten up, carefully searching for something around the platform, and after less than ten seconds, he suddenly stopped at a certain position, leaned down slightly, pried the ground a few times with a dagger, found a small black hole, and then half-knelt on the ground and knocked it.

Whoa!

After a while, I felt the rock layer beneath my feet begin to tremble slightly, and I fell into an earthquake trembling again, while the rock layer on the platform partially collapsed, revealing several large, ditch-like stone troughs.

The canals were originally dry, but with the sound of running water, out of nowhere, streams of blood like fountains flowed out of nowhere, extending along the canals, filling all the canals.

This place is deep into the earth's surface, at least a hundred meters away, but as the canal is filled with blood, there is a very faint light above our heads, and then there is a whistling wind, like an ice shuttle, poured into our bodies.

The yin wind echoed in the spacious main tomb, wandering back and forth, and there was a faint ghost cry, as if there were thousands of ghosts crying at the same time, and that kind of cold and faint voice made goosebumps fall to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the blood in the canal began to boil again, and the sound of "hulala" never stopped, it was like a fountain, and mercury continued to splash out from the surface, forming a column of water several meters high, almost filling the entire tomb.

There was more than one place where the mercury was splashed, the silver-white liquid reflected a faint light, and countless water jets the size of bowls gushed out from the canal, splashing mercury all over the ground, but what was even more strange was that after the mercury fell to the ground, it did not splash everywhere, but seeped back into the ground, in those sinks.

I noticed that the stone platform on which they were standing was still shaking slightly, and several foreigners were almost unsteady on their feet, and as this tremor continued, there were countless dense black holes under the platform, like the eyes of honeycomb coal, covering the entire lava mouth, and most of the mercury flowed down these pits, and there was a "gurgling" sound of running water.

The surface of the earth trembled more and more, as if the lava here was about to erupt, but strangely, the magma cavern showed no signs of collapse except for the cracked part of the earth.

I narrowed my eyes, and a shock struck me. The splashing mercury pillars, coupled with the underground water channels that meander nine times, are densely intertwined, and the steaming heat rolled out of the magma cracks, light and shadow are intertwined, covering the entire magma fire vent with a layer of blurry color.

The trembling of the ground did not stop, but had a tendency to intensify, in the high-frequency trembling, I vaguely heard a trace of unusual movement, on the platform under my feet, the rolling high temperature transpiration, emitting a scorching air current, faintly, as if there was a "bang" sound of dragging a large iron chain.

Bang!

Suddenly, in a pit of mercury, a large withered hand stretched out, and the skin of the hand was crumpled and dry like old bark, clinging to the bones, and it looked like chicken feet.

After the dry and blackened hand stretched out, it moved its wrist and made a "click" bone knuckle turning sound, and then lay on the ground, supported its body, and slowly got up.

Before I could react, I saw more and more arms sticking out of the holes in the ground. As far as the eye could see, the ground was full of swarthy and withered hands.

These palms have no flesh and blood at all, only a layer of black skin stuck to the bones, and the elbows are still tied with large iron chains that are almost rotten.

Countless corpse heads emerged from the ground and slowly crawled out of the mercury pit, like marionettes, slowly moving their stiff bodies.

I broke out in a cold sweat, why are there so many zongzi here?

The strange thing is that the rotting corpse did not attack Liu Bo and the others, but dragged the big iron chain and staggered towards the magma crack.

The bodies of these carrion corpses are also stained with countless mercury, and they should have been buried on this ground from the moment this tomb was built, their bodies were filled with mercury, resulting in severe dehydration, and they were buried so deep underground, baked by the breath of magma for thousands of years, and the mercury in their bodies was evaporated again, so they became this kind of body like a reed stick.

Thin arms and legs, like African refugees who starved to death, make people panic at a glance.

Uncle Liu's actions just now must have triggered some kind of arrangement of the magma mouth, and all the martyrs were released.

It's just that what is the meaning of the existence of these slaves, and why don't they pay attention to Liu Bo's gang of intruders?

I was stunned, my eyes fixed on those strange rotting corpses, and my back felt cold.

At this time, the boiling magma that exuded high temperature fell into a violent boiling again, and then the magma fell down little by little, revealing more than a dozen iron chains that were red from the high temperature, traversing the north and south, and the two ends were deeply embedded in the hard mountain rock crevices.

Looking along the chain, I saw a huge bronze coffin suspended in the air in the middle of the lava mouth.

The coffin was affected by the magma, exuding a violent heat, as if it had just been pulled out of the furnace, and the dark red color emitted light.

The rotting corpses slowly began to move, stretching out their dry black claws, embedded in the rock wall, and used this as a fulcrum to slowly crawl towards the huge black coffin hanging in mid-air.

"Are they planning to borrow these carrion corpses to carry the coffin up?" I heard Chen Yun beside me whispering.

It seems that this is how it should be.

I continued to observe, the hordes of rotting corpses were like marionettes, without fear, with only numbness on their faces, slowly climbing along the magma stone wall, although it was slow, but the trend was obvious, and they had gradually touched the large iron chains that were red by the magma.

The metal has good thermal conductivity, and it has been soaked in magma for I don't know how many years, not to mention the high temperature of thousands of degrees, and the claws of the rotting corpse come into contact with the dark red iron chain, and immediately "sizzle" into a piece, like barbecue, and there are many white smokes.

But the rotting corpses didn't feel pain, they were just a puppet with no mental consciousness and had already set up their actions, and when they climbed onto the big iron chain, although they were burned and smoking, their bodies strengthened by mercury were enough to resist such high temperatures, and they all climbed along the big iron chain to the black coffin hanging in the air.