I had tried not to look at the tortured clay puppets on either side of the road, until I was blocked by the group in front of me. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If torture is a kind of powerless suffering, then this series of terracotta figurines is simply a miserable phenomenon of hell, and the reason why it can stand in my way is also because the punishment that these terracotta figurines endure does not need to be fixed anywhere.

In other words, its execution ground is the whole ground.

Have you ever heard of boiled frogs* in warm water?

Have you ever steamed in a sauna?

Do you despair when you go through boiling frogs in warm water like a sauna?

When your legs and your feet can only keep one, what do you choose?

No.

You can't choose anything, not even ......

Death.

The group of terracotta figurines in front of me was like a dried corpse beyond recognition, they were not one by one, but a group of neat and neat ones. Sitting or standing or lying or nesting, the posture is different.

In fact, this 'torture room' is not gloomy and scary, it is not crowded, and there are even some stools, which seem very comfortable.

Just looking at the terracotta figurines inside, I couldn't help but turn around and retch.

I swear I never want to eat roast duck and chicken again, and roast suckling pig in my life. Thinking of their shiny color, I couldn't help but retch a few more times.

The terracotta figurines in front of them were all golden-skinned, and there was a small movable door beside them, barely large enough to hold a hand, and it could only be opened from the outside. There was a small jar of liquid at the door, and the liquid was honey, and the craftsman left a bee directly at the mouth of the jar in order to make it easier to recognize. The liquid floated with a few pieces of slag, I guess it was ice.

When you're in an extremely hot place with a jar of cold honey at hand to keep the heat at bay, what do you choose?

Drink it?

And then what?

Sticky honey does not quench thirst, and the burned area is burning and itchy...... It will be much more comfortable to put it on with ice cubes...... So this ice cube is like honey, what's the big deal?

Golden honey is used to smear wounds, while those outside the door are replenished with new honey from time to time......

Knowing that it is tantamount to drinking water to quench your thirst, but what can you do.

Slowly, the honey soaked the victim from the inside out, and the temperature in the torture chamber rose instead of dropping.

Whew.

Whew.

The scorching slate meets the tender meat dipped in honey......

Slowly, it's cooked.

What's the scariest part?

It's because you're powerlessly watching yourself being roasted, and the even honey on your body is still smeared on your own.

Hoisted by his own petard.

I cautiously walked around the semi-open chamber and re-onto the path.

What is the purpose of this large piece of exquisitely crafted tortured terracotta figurines?

Admire? Play?

Maybe...... Deter?

If you do something bad and go to this living hell, who can look like you are in danger as usual?

There were a huge number of terracotta figurines in human form, and I suppressed the discomfort in my heart and took out the pages of diary paper. I looked at it several times, and finally saw some eyebrows that I hadn't noticed before.

It turned out that when they entered this 'miserable' place, they did not 'walk' in, but came up from something else.

Although I had only a few words, I was keenly aware of the possible place where they might come up.

When I came up, I was surrounded by ...... Where the hell is this? The squad leader walked a few steps to the highest place and looked around, there was no road......

The highest place?

I stood on tiptoe and looked around.

I saw that the highest place was the center.

The center of the blue sea of fire.

In fact, the center is not high, it is only a slight bulge compared to the surroundings, but it is also a high place. I chose the fastest path and was going to check it out.

According to the diary, as if the place where they came up was not the highest place, but also around the highest place, I carefully bypassed the terracotta figurines and slowly approached.

At the center of the sea of blue fire was a platform with a staircase leading to the top, and the path was lined with giant lanterns with blue flames.

When I got to the top, sure enough, there was a downward dark hole in the center of the platform, and I took a picture with my phone, and there was a staircase leading to the bottom, and the hole was dark and quiet, and there was nothing.

I cautiously walked inside.