"Holy Damn Me"

Luo Fatzi, who was caught off guard, sat on the ice and snow with his buttocks, and he didn't know whether it was cold or frightened, his whole body trembled, and the strong flashlight in his hand slammed forward.

I was shocked to find that this tower was not an ordinary white tower, but a white bone tower stacked with many skulls.

Luo Fatzi suddenly got up from the snow, put on his pants and ran towards the dung room.

"Oh, the fat man is fast enough, has his ass been frostbitten?"

Wu Ze saw that Luo Fatzi's body was a little shaking, and thought that it was cold or frozen.

"Bone Head, Tower"

"Say it slowly, don't worry" Wu Ze and Jiang Yan quickly realized that something was wrong.

When Luo Fatzi trembled and told what he saw, Wu Ze and Jiang Yan were shocked, and they suddenly used the paratrooper knife and sapper shovel in their hands.

Human head skull

It stands to reason that in Tibetan areas where celestial burial is admired, there can be no human head, and if a person dies and his whole head is still there, and he has not been eaten by those vultures called sacred birds, it is a very serious matter, which means that this person is unclean and cannot go to heaven, since he cannot go to heaven, then he can only go to hell

How can the heads of people who have gone to hell be offered on the edge of the temple?

What's more, this dilapidated small temple doesn't look like it has a large celestial burial platform, and in any way, it can't explain why a white bone tower with skulls suddenly appeared and knelt down to beg for a hundred du

"No, those old boys have a problem"

Click

There was a sudden sound outside, Wu Ze rushed towards the location of the wooden door, pulled the door, but there was no movement, and the outside was locked.

"Damn, it seems that we have been tricked, I can't figure it out just now, where does the broken temple in this no-man's land come from, to feed these five old guys, it seems that it is specially designed to kill past adventurers to live"

Wu Ze was a little annoyed, was he too big, he always felt that he was just a few disabled old lamas, and he couldn't be too much of a threat to himself, but he didn't expect to be locked up in this stone house now, which was far more reliable than the ordinary dung room.

Bang bang

Luo Fatzi slammed the wooden door with a sapper shovel, but there was no movement, and he couldn't open it at all, no matter how hard he tried, the thick wooden door didn't move.

Just as Luo Fatzi took out his pistol and wanted to shoot at the door, he was suddenly dragged by Wu Ze, the bullet has no effect on the thick wooden door at all, if he accidentally ricocheting, his three lives will soon be confessed here.

"Wu Ze, look at what is written on this"

In the corner of the dung heap in the stone house, there was a parchment scroll with a row of Tibetan written on it, and Jiang Yan didn't know Tibetan at all, so she shouted.

In the past six months since he came out of the underground cave in southern Xinjiang, Wu Ze was bored and because there were Tibetan signs on the dragon hunting map, so he took the time to make a fur of Tibetan literature and barely be able to understand some words.

"This seems to be a letter back and forth, but it was written on sheepskin, and I don't know how it was thrown into this stone house," Wu Ze looked at it and said.

"What the hell is written on it?"

Wu Ze asked Luo Fatzi to guard the door carefully in case the other party suddenly attacked, turned on the headlamp, looked at the parchment roll, and looked at it.

"These are addressed to a man named Gedan"

Gedan: Now it is necessary to carry out the worship of the goddess here, including four heads, ten human intestines, pure blood, dirty blood, ruins and soil, all kinds of flesh, all kinds of hearts, all kinds of blood, the water of the underworld, the whirlwind soil, and the thorns that grow northward. Dog feces, human feces, butcher's boots and other items must be sent to Cigakang on the 20th

"What the hell is this" Jiang Yan's face was full of horror, what kind of worship is it, it needs to use human heads, human intestines, and hearts to sacrifice

"What the hell, is it a sacrifice to a god or a sacrifice to a demon," she couldn't help but curse with a foul word.

However, Wu Ze understood that these letters were true, and that there were indeed human bones for sacrifice in Tibet, and it was not until after liberation that these things gradually disappeared.

"So what does the second parchment say?"

Wu Ze looked at it and said, "The owner of this letter is a guy named Boss Leng."

Leader: In order to sacrifice to the heavenly spirits, all the staff of the Lower Secret Academy need to recite the fifteenth wrath to eat and return to cover the method. In order to effectively complete this divine event, it is necessary to throw food on the same day, and urgently need a wet intestine, two heads, all kinds of blood, and a whole human skin, hoping to send it immediately

Wu Ze read, his face slowly turned blue, he knew that in the real historical records, there were also such parchment scrolls, those old guys in the broken temple, all of them were old people, could there be one of them called Gedan, or called the leader of Leng.

They locked the three of themselves in it, did they intend to take the heads, disembowel, and intestines for some kind of Tibetan sacrifice that has been banned?

Luo Fatzi was looking at the thick wooden door vigilantly, Jiang Yan was a little at a loss, he didn't expect that the teacher was unfavorable, he had just walked into no man's land, and Shambala's shadow had not yet been seen, and he had fallen into such a dangerous situation.

How can I escape?

Wu Ze was also thinking about what those weird old lamas would do with starving to death from a hole and killing them with hidden arrows from a hole by the three people locked in the house

Not at all, because in that kind of horrible sacrifice, the human head, or intestines, or blood clots to be used must be taken from the living person, and the dead have no value.

Before liberation, the source of these things was often serfs, slave girls, especially beautiful girls of fifteen or sixteen years old, who usually had their entire heads cut off as ritual weapons, and when they were alive.

Because the head of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is dense and has few cracks, and the human head with more than three head gaps cannot be used for ritual tools.

Living people

Wu Ze suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly asked Jiang Yan and Luo Fatzi to take out the gas masks, install the filter canister, and then extinguish the strong flashlight and headlamp.

Since returning from Southern Xinjiang, Wu Ze knew the role of gas masks in the expedition, so he specially asked Jiang Yan to prepare a few pairs, but he didn't expect them to come in handy so quickly.

The three of them quietly put on their backpacks, took paratrooper knives and pistols, stood in the stone hut, and deliberately shouted.

As Wu Ze thought, it didn't take long for there to be movement outside, and after a sound of feet stepping on the snow, the four corners of the stone house were emitted with thick smoke, which was probably **incense and the like, with psychedelic smoke.

"What are they going to do, what are they going to do, smoke me to death"

Wu Ze took Jiang Yan and Luo Fatzi, and gradually shouted quieter and quieter, pretending to be stunned, and fell to the ground with a poof, and then stood up cautiously, tiptoed behind the wooden door, and stood up resolutely. ~ Good search basket color, you can read the following chapters as soon as possible

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