The name of these black moths is - Corpse Butterflies. Because they usually rely on the nutrients of the corpse to grow, the successive dynasties can also judge the time of death of the corpse according to the growth state of this moth.

Later, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the larvae of this moth began to be put into the body of the corpse. They use corpses to nourish these moths, creating highly poisonous murderous moths.

"It's not the way to go on like this, we're going to die here if we sit still like this." Qin Ruse hid under Gongsun Jin's clothes and said to him.

"I'll light my clothes in a moment and go in by the fire."

"Good!"

Gongsun Jin took off the clothes on his body, and the clothes stained with corpse oil ignited a raging fire in an instant. Qin Ruse lowered his body and fled with Gongsun Jin to the stone gate as fast as possible.

Behind the stone gate, there is a burial chamber with a door in the north and south. The coffin was placed on the west side of the burial chamber, and countless earthen pots were inlaid in an entire wall on the east side.

"Why aren't these moths flying in?"

Gongsun Jin squatted on the ground and looked at the dust on the side, rubbed a little with his sleeve, and sniffed on the tip of his nose.

"There was a thick layer of alkali powder in it, and the moment the stone door opened, the air flow outside touched the alkali powder. These moths must have flown outside to escape for their lives. ”

Qin Ruse immediately covered her mouth: "Then we didn't suck a lot when we came in just now?" ”

"Well, but we might die here for another reason." Gongsun Jin took out a thin piece of cotton wool from Qin Ruse's clothes and checked the direction of the air flow: "We have been outside for so long, and the fire snake has consumed a lot of air. Even if the burial chamber was opened, it would still be a confined space. If we can't find the exit as soon as possible, we will probably have to bury the owner of this tomb. ”

"Then hurry up and find it!" After listening to Gongsun Jin's explanation, Qin Ruse immediately began to look for a mechanism to open the door in the tomb in Hunan. She was not afraid to go over to the side that had approached, so she ran to the east side of the wall with many crockpots signed early in the morning and walked over.

This wall is no more than two zhang long and one zhang five wide, and there are more than 400 clay pots hidden in the soil. Each crockpot was open outward, and the red cloth had weathered, leaving only the mud lid attached to it.

"What is this?" Qin Ruse was curious, and subconsciously buckled off the lid of the crockpot.

The moment the lid was opened, only a terrible and piercing scream was heard, and then there was one more person in Gongsun Jin's arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Yes, there are ghosts."

Gongsun Jin turned around and saw that nothing more than a skull had fallen out of the open crockpot. He walked over with Qin Ruse, picked up the little skull on the ground, and said, "That's the ghost you are talking about?" ”

It took Qin Ruse for a long time to muster up the courage to glance at it, and after making sure that there was really no problem, Qin Ruse stood up straight.

"It's just an ancient method of burial. According to the size of this burial chamber, the number of burial goods around, and the specifications of the coffin, although the person buried here is not the owner of the tomb, it must be a woman who has a lot to do with the owner of the tomb. All the crockpots on this wall are supposed to be a child before the age of five. ”

(Don't be afraid, little fairies, I won't write terrible things to scare you, hehehehe!) ）