I fell all the way down just now, and I was dizzy in my head, and I didn't pay attention to anything around me at all, but now as soon as the fire shines, such a thing suddenly appears in front of me an arm's length away, and I instantly feel a shock in my heart.

It turned out to be a statue, it should be a long time ago, and the paint on it had fallen off, and only some dark red remained. The costume of the statue is very strange, and it can be seen at a glance that this is by no means the costume of the Han people.

I looked closer, and saw that the statue was wearing a mask with one of those blue-eyed and fanged grimaces, and some symbols drawn on it that I couldn't read. There were a lot of long bone spurs around the mask, I touched it, and it felt like it was pricking my hand, it should be the feathers of an animal, the kind on the tail of a pheasant, which is now corrupted, and with a slight pinch, the bone spurs split into pieces.

I lit a new fire fold, the statue in front of me seemed a little strange, this should be a shamanic shaman, I have seen in some ancient books, shamanism will carry a kind of mask made of animal bones when performing sacrifices and divination, it is supposed to imitate the image of the gods, so as to get enlightenment.

I took a closer look at the place where the mask and the face touched, and found that there was a certain gap in the middle, and I knew that this must be the costume of the late shaman. In the beginning, this mask was worn on the face of wizards, and at that time the mask only covered the eyes and nose, and a strange powder would be applied to the inside of the mask, and the whole face would merge with the mask.

I heard that the process was very painful, like melting the skin on the face with strong alkali and then gluing the mask on, and at that time they would pull out their own teeth, leaving a few of the longest polished spikes.

By the time the Jurchen tribe began to become stronger, this ancient witchcraft had been lost a lot, and the wizards at that time would only carry out some simple sacrificial activities, so they began to give up their previous costumes, and finally chose to wear this kind of beast bone mask when they carried out activities.

Although the gods of shamanism are very individual, or a large part of them are evil gods, this statue makes me very uncomfortable to look at. What makes me uncomfortable is his posture.

I have seen this kind of shamanic statue in a dungeon in Beijing before, most of them are meditating or standing, but this statue is actually half-crouched on a stone pillar, one hand hooking the edge of the stone pillar like a claw, and the other hand on the chest, as if holding something.

I leaned over with the fire fold, and looked through his fingers, and saw that it was a lump of flesh that had become ossified, and there was some dried and solidified liquid on his fingers, which I rubbed with my fingers, and when I touched it, it became powder. I pinched it under my nose and smelled it, but I couldn't smell anything, but the color on my belly was dark red, which reminded me of the color on the cutting board in the slaughterhouse, and the things that flowed down should be the blood on that piece of meat.

I tried to take off the mask of the statue, the rope behind the mask broke into two as soon as I touched it, I pulled it down slightly, and found that the mask seemed to be connected to the face of the statue, if it was placed in the past, I would definitely think so, but after a few years of experience, I only need to touch it, I know that the body of the statue and the mask are two different materials, this mask must have been put on later.

I stuck the fire fold in the arm of the statue, grabbed both sides of the mask with both hands, and then turned it from side to side a few times, and heard a few slight snaps.... Syllable.... The place that must have been glued together broke, and as soon as I raised my hand, I took the entire mask off.

Behind the mask was a withered face, and I leaned in to take a look. Suddenly, I took a few steps backwards, Mom. It turned out to be a corpse. I thought it was carved out of wood, but I didn't expect it to be the corpse of a living person.

But this corpse can be said to be the most normal one of the dead people I have ever seen, I was just a little surprised when I saw it, and immediately calmed down, after all, I can't be afraid of corpses, maybe I also have this kind of numbness to corpses in my genes.

But it was always a very uncomfortable feeling to be stared at by a dead man, so I took the fire fold back, and walked to the left side of the statue, avoiding his face, and looked at the mask in my hand.

The front was no different from the mask I had played with when I was a child, and when I turned it over to look at the back, I saw a dense little bulge, and I touched it with my hand, as if it was a barb, and scratched a few marks on my fingers.

What are these barbs for, are they to hook the skin on the face and not fall off? I got goosebumps just thinking about it, this must be a fucking pervert who came up with it, and if it were me, I wouldn't be wearing it.

I looked at these barbs and felt uncomfortable, picked up the mask and threw it down the slope, I didn't expect the mask to be so brittle, it fell to the ground and broke into several pieces, I didn't bother to care, although this thing is also considered a local product, but I definitely won't touch it back, I don't think anyone who has no heart to buy this thing back.

I always thought it was carved out of wood, but I didn't expect it to be a corpse, and the dark red color on its body should be the kind of magic robes worn by shamans. I looked at it a few times and saw that the vestment was worn around the neck, and the body of the corpse could not be seen until the whole garment was torn apart.

Actually, I don't have any interest in the dead, but I think it's a little strange with the hand on the chest, and the position of the hand is right in front of the heart.

I put my hand on the neck of the corpse, where there was the neckline of the clothes, thinking that I should be able to tear a hole to see what was inside, but as soon as I exerted my strength, the whole clothes fell in half, and the whole body was exposed in an instant.

I couldn't react for a while, I felt that this time I was really in trouble, and if my second uncle knew that I was picking up a dead man's clothes here, he would have to whip me to death.

I hurried over to the corpse, bowed my head and said, "That.... Big brother, I didn't mean to be a hooligan, I didn't know that your clothes were so unsturdy, so I touched it, and he fell off himself, if you feel cold, I'll give you my clothes. ”

After saying that, I paused for a few seconds, and when I saw that there was nothing unusual, I looked up at the face of the corpse, and when I found that it was still the same as before, I breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the chest of the corpse.

I took one look at it, and instantly understood why this hand was in this position, in his hand, he was holding a heart, and it was his own.