Erhei's face showed a palpitating fear, and he said to me, "The inferior products in that place are all like crazy. If a person like you goes in, let alone leave a whole corpse after death, he can't even leave a scum. ”

When he said this, my face suddenly turned pale. Seeing my expression, Erhei also knew that he had lost his words, so he hurriedly waved his hand and explained to me: "Don't listen to my nonsense, oops, in fact, maybe you still have a good chance of surviving like you......"

I listened to this not so much as a comforting thing but a heavier hammer, and I could only laugh at Erhei. It's just that although I heard him say this, I will still fulfill my promise and return Hu Hansan's body to his hometown. I know I'm not a hero, I don't have any hero complex, I do this partly because I'm a man who keeps my word, and partly because I want a man like Hu Hansan to get a better treatment, he could not have suffered this time, but I know that the reason why he did it was all for the sake of the knife.

Since he was able to make a promise to the entire Daomen with his life, what is this promise I made to him?

Erhei obviously had a lot to say to me, but I knew that the current time didn't allow us to gossip, so he said to him, "Next, let's continue when I bring Elder Feng back, I'm going to find her." Erhei nodded, and he leaned against the wall and said to me, "I'm waiting for you to come back safely." ”

I nodded, asked for Hu Hansan's body, and walked to the secret passage deep in the ear chamber.

I don't know what I'm going to encounter on the next road, but I know I have to be mental, because what I'm going to face next is a completely different battle than the previous petty fights, and it's no longer a battle like a trip to the mines, where I can rely on others, but this time, I'm going to fight alone.

Because I have experienced a lot of strange things in the underground space of Dazhai,

So this time, I have a lot of experience with this kind of passage similar to an ancient tomb. I know it's best to pay attention to the soles of your feet and stay out of the wall when walking. I held the knife in my hand and carefully observed the footprints on the ground, there were two footprints on the ground, one of which looked obviously a few sizes larger than the other, and this larger footprint seemed very calm, and the other footprint was relatively scattered, but despite this, their footprints were very evenly distributed in the path generated on the ground.

The passage didn't look like it was triggered, and I made sure there was no danger here, so I stepped on my feet.

I don't know, after walking for a long time, this twisting passage suddenly opened up, but when I saw the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but widen my eyes, I didn't expect that what appeared in front of me was actually a person who was lit with a sky lantern.

Yes, this is a man who was lit with a sky lantern.

I have heard many times in various film and television works that the way women curse is to say that the god is going to be lit sky lantern, out of curiosity I also went to check what kind of way to light the sky lantern, this is an extremely cruel torture, the process of execution is like this: first put the prisoner in oil and soak it, then scoop the prisoner out of the oil, and then put the oil-soaked sackcloth on the prisoner, wrap him, and then light the sackcloth, wait until the sackcloth is extinguished, pour oil again, and then burn it again. Under the incineration one after another, the prisoner endured this great pain and died slowly. Later, this torture was 'sublimated' again in the hands of the bandits, and this technique was escalated to dig a small hole in the human head, then pour oil into it, and then light it again, and the torture performed in this way will increase the suffering of the tortured person, and in any case, lighting the sky lantern is an extremely cruel torture.

The man in front of me was different from anything I had ever known about lighting a sky lantern before, but looking at his appearance, I knew for sure that this must be the legendary sky lantern.

This is a dried corpse, although it has been dried up, but the details of his facial features are still vivid, and although his body has been dried to the skin, but the complexion is not the black of ordinary dried corpses, but a flesh color, as if this person is just fainted by hunger, but I know that he is definitely not starving, but dead.

Because - his skull was torn open.

His skull, which had been lifted, was now in his own hands, and where he was supposed to be his brain, was now covered in a layer that looked like wax, and the air was filled with a smell that was not a foul smell, which was a little different from the usual smell of corpses, and I felt very uncomfortable with this smell, it felt like sticky wax, and I rubbed my nose and didn't want to smell it again. Although this smell is not a violent smell, it is more frightening than any corpse smell, but although the smell brought by this corpse is quite intimidating, it is far less than the impact it brings to people's vision.

The brain of the corpse is burning with a dark blue flame at the moment, this kind of flame I have seen a lot in the underground space of Dazhai, but in addition, this is the first time I have seen it again, since I came out of the space of Dazhai, I have checked the relevant information, originally I thought that the flame produced in the bottomless dragon pool is phosphorus fire, but then I knew that this matter is more impossible, first of all, it should be phosphorus fire, no fire spontaneous combustion, although this point has been achieved, but it also needs to burn the three elements. The three elements of combustion are combustibles, oxygen and ignition point, of which oxygen is very important, those corpses are at the bottom of the lake, there is simply not enough oxygen to support the combustion, all the air has been cut off by water, in this case, then why do they have such a violent explosion?

Thinking of this, I looked at the blue flame that was still beating on the corpse in front of me again, and I only felt that this flame was getting more and more weird, but I also knew in my heart that it was not this flame that should really make me feel weird, but the person who kept this flame burning. I don't know if the flame was created by the air that flowed into us, or if it had been burning in this quiet, claustrophobic little place.

If it's the former, it only means that the person who made it all is a ruthless craftsman, but if it's the latter, then the matter is far from being as simple as I thought.