"This ......," Old Yellow Pi seemed to hesitate a little and asked, "Will it be dangerous?" ”

"The fact that there are jailers outside means that these corpses are also part of the prisoners and should not be used for defense." Zhang Peng speculated.

"Hearing you say that, I remember a legend." Zhou Fuyuan said, "I used to read a book about Dongying, which mentioned the custom of tying living people to pillars and sacrificing. It is said that the dross of our ancient China has been regarded as a treasure by them and has been continued. This kind of thing is called a 'human pillar', and its specific role is not very clear. ”

"This kind of method that harms the heavens and harmony must be the work of the evil demons. There are no more than three kinds of functions. Old Huangpi stretched out three fingers and said, "First, control the corpse and hurt people, second, draw the spirit to seize power, and third, vent evil desires." He paused and said, "The first possibility is still there. ”

"Since you're here, can't you quit?" Zhou Fuyuan asked rhetorically.

"Success is taken in detail, wealth and danger are sought, if you want to make a fortune, you have to die." Huang Maowen said crepe, a rare performance.

"As the saying goes, prudence can catch thousands of cicadas, and be careful to sail a boat for ten thousand years." The old yellow skin shook his head, and said in a frustrated manner, "To make money, you have to have a life flower." ”

"Don't be verbose, let's go!" Zhang Peng waved his hand and urged. After planning for so long, you must not return empty-handed. Although he is usually a little cowardly, in his bones, he has inherited the gambling nature of their old Zhang family. As long as the temptation in front is big enough, dare to gamble your life.

It has been said that rest is to go further. put it here in Zhang Peng, that is, to eat a bigger cake. It's not worth losing your life for a trivial matter. But for the sake of a better future, it is okay to eat and drink spicy food and spicy food in the future.

"Which way?" Huang Mao looked left and right and asked.

Zhang Peng glanced around, and couldn't see the head on either side, so he used the oldest way, male left, female right, to decide the direction of exploration.

Huang Mao twisted his neck, took the flashlight, and walked to the left. Zhou Fuyuan, Zhang Peng, and Lao Huangpi followed in turn.

Walking past the edge of the stone pillar and looking at the distorted faces on it, Zhang Peng couldn't help but get goosebumps. The scene in front of him is like the legendary Senluo Hell, in which thousands of unjust souls struggle, both cruel and terrifying.

"Whoa...... Whoa...... Whoa......"

The constant sound of water resounding under your feet, echoing in the empty dome, makes your heart palpitate.

"Huh?" As he walked, Huang Mao suddenly stopped, and the flashlight shone in one place.

Looking down the beam, a skeleton was locked to the thick stone pillar. Some chains are very thin, which is about the thickness of ordinary bracelets. Under the strong light, there are dots of golden light.

There is no rust on it, it should be made of pure gold. But no one dared to come forward to check it out for two reasons. First, this skeleton is very special, the others are the same as the skeleton of ordinary people, but behind it, there is a skeleton of a pair of wings. Secondly, there are many gold chains, in addition to those that pass through the pipa bone, there are also those that pass through the ribs, spine, and pelvis. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of torture the owner of this skeleton endured back then.

The entire stone pillar was locked with only one skeleton, and the hands, feet, and neck were locked with iron chains with thick bowl mouths. Even after such a long period of time, the rust on the surface is very serious, and several layers have peeled off, but it is still such a thickness, which is really amazing.

After observing for a while, the four gradually approached. Zhou Fuyuan walked in the front, pulled out the dagger, and scraped it a few times on the bones. Under the light of the flashlight, the bones glowed with a silver glow.

"True Silver Bone, Seventh-level Forging Bone." Zhou Fuyuan turned around and said.

The fifth level of forging bones is the "iron bone", the hardness and toughness are comparable to steel bars, and the sword is difficult to break; The sixth level of forging bones is "half a silver bone", and it is difficult to be injured by bullets; Forging bones at the seventh level, for it is "real silver bones", and the hacksaw is difficult to break.

Generally speaking, cultivators who have trained bone forging and quenching to level 5 and training tendons not lower than level 3 are called "copper skin and iron bones", which is essentially different from ordinary people. Pistols cannot be fired, except with high-powered assault rifles or sniper rifles. And it's hard to kill in one hit, unless you hit the vital point.

A seventh-level cultivator has fallen into such a situation, how powerful should the master of this dungeon be?

To understand this question, we must first understand what kind of concept a seventh-level cultivator is.

Generally speaking, forging bones and quenching flesh, practicing tendons and gathering qi, any one of which has reached the seventh level, can be called a seventh-level cultivator. The Ruyi Golden Wheel Monk of the Lotus Temple, Tie Xin Cicada, is just a fifth-level cultivator. A seventh-level cultivator can attain the highest level of the Great Ri Rulai Golden Wheel Monk.

In other words, the owner of this dungeon can dispose of seventh-level cultivators at will.

"Whatever he does, just take the money." Between thoughts, Huang Mao said a word, and stepped forward to pull the gold chain on the skeleton.

"I've seen so much, at least half a pound." Huang Mao said as he cut it with a dagger.

"Giggles!"

The sparks are all out, but the gold chain still doesn't move. Zhou Fuyuan handed over a small pliers, and the yellow hair wasted a lot of strength, so he cut off one of them.

"This thing, don't look at the thin ones, it's hard and tough." Huang Mao said. In a few moments, he took off all the gold chains and put them in his backpack.

After this little episode, the crowd moved on. After about seven or eight minutes, they came to the end, which was a large stone wall. In order not to get lost, they walked inward along the stone wall.

After another seven or eight minutes of walking, a stone wall appeared again in front of me. It can be preliminarily determined that this underground space is an irregular cuboid.

"There's a painting on the wall!" Old Yellow Peel walked last, but he noticed something that no one else had noticed.

Several flashlights shone at the same time, and I saw a large mural carved on the stone wall. More than one meter tall and more than four meters wide, the lines are very simple.

There are many stone pillars on the painting, and as here, a large number of living people are locked. The difference is that there are several cauldrons on the side of the pillar, some jailers are digging out their hearts and lungs, some jailers are blowing fire, and the ground is full of intestines and internal organs, and the scene is extremely bloody.

In the middle of the picture, there is a huge stone seat. On the stone pedestal sat a slender man in a robe. Although there are only a few strokes, they reveal a ruthlessness and ferocity. Beside him knelt many maids dressed in tulle, holding jugs and glasses, as well as various fruits.

On the stone pillar in front of him, a man with wings on his back was locked, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. He was holding out his hand and pointing at the winged man, as if he was talking.

In the lower left corner of the picture, it reads: "The Joyful Venerable Cooking Immortal Picture." ”

The picture was indescribably bloody and weird, and the four of them watched blankly, but they didn't make a sound. After a while, Zhang Peng took out his mobile phone, took a few photos, and then waved his hand and continued to explore.

"Whoa...... Whoa...... Whoa......"

The sound of water was incessant, and the shadows on the wall shook in the afterglow of the flashlight, making the surrounding environment even more eerie.

"You don't find ......," Huang Mao suddenly stopped, pointed his flashlight at his feet, and said, "The water is getting deeper and deeper." ”

At this time, Zhang Peng and others discovered that the water, which was originally only a shallow layer, had overflowed the instep. In other words, the water level here is five or six centimeters higher than when it came in.

"It stands to reason that there should be less and less water." Old Huangpi said.

"That depends." Zhou Fuyuan waved his hand, "The altitude of the mustard seed space is interconnected with the outside world. As the saying goes, water flows low. If the height of the coffin is lower than the height of the mustard space, the inner water will flow out. And when the water level drops to a horizontal position, it stops. ”

"According to you, if you want to pour all the water out of it, you have to put the coffin at a low altitude, right?" Zhang Peng asked.

"Theoretically, but I only know a little bit about fur. Specifically, for example, how the mustard seed space forms the altitude, and what the rules are, I don't know anything. Zhou Fuyuan said.

"It seems that next time I will buy an electronic watch for exploration, which can measure altitude or something." Zhang Peng said.

"Hehe, I brought it." Huang Mao stretched out his hand, showed the multi-function electronic watch on his wrist, and said proudly.

Zhang Peng looked at it for a while, where is the expedition watch, it is clearly a copycat, the kind that costs 100 yuan and 3 yuan on the stall. At first glance, there are quite a lot of multi-function buttons, all varied, but all of them are furnishings. Press it, it is the function of the night light.

"Not bad...... not bad," Zhang Peng praised against his will. The yellow haired pretended to succeed, became more and more proud, and continued to walk forward humming a little song.

"Whoa...... Whoa...... Whoa......"

A few minutes later, a small door appeared on the wall on the side. From the location and looking upwards, this is on the opposite side of the entrance. But along the way, the shape of the walls is irregular. One moment bent, one moment oblique, although it is roughly rectangular, but no one can say what it is.

If you want to go back, you must return the same way you came, even if it will be much farther away. Walk straight through the middle, but I'm afraid I'll get lost.

"Do you want to go in?" Huang Mao turned around and asked.

"Yes." Zhang Peng replied without thinking.

The small gate is also an iron fence, and the flashlight shines into it, which is a long passage, but there are also passages on both sides, showing an inverted "T" shape. Huang Mao tried, and without much effort, he opened the rusty iron door.

Walking in, there are three passages of "left, right, and center", the middle passage is flanked by small doors, and the passage on the left and right sides has only one side of the door. Standing at the intersection, you can feel a cool breeze. The moisture is heavy, but it doesn't smell bad.

The four of them chose the middle passage and walked a few meters forward to see the first room.

Through the iron fence, you can see that there is a stone bed inside, and there are some iron rings on the walls, which seem to be used to hold iron chains. Other than that, nothing. Looking at the second room, it's pretty much the same. The four of them continued to walk forward, looking at seven or eight rooms, all of which were exactly the same.

Preliminary judgment, this is a solitary cell. In the eleventh room, they saw a corpse. I don't know what material the gray cloth clothes on its body are made of, but they are not rotten. I saw it lying face down on the ground. At first glance, the degree of decay is not very high, at least the exposed legs are intact. The skin was white, a little puffy, and the skin was crawling with blue blood vessels, which looked very uncomfortable.

Huang Mao stepped forward and kicked the corpse's calf, but there was no response. Although he was more courageous than the others, he did not dare to turn over the corpse rashly.

Upon closer inspection, the corpse was shackled to its ankles, and the other end of the chain was fastened to the wall. It seems that it was because it was locked that it was not washed outside by the flood.

"Let's go, nothing special." Zhang Peng beckoned and said.

"Wait......" The old yellow skin, who was standing by the door, suddenly raised his hand and made a silent gesture.

The crowd immediately fell silent, turned their ears to listen carefully to the movement outside.

"Whoa...... Whoa...... Whoa, whoa, whoa......"

Quietly, the faint sound of water came from a distance, as if someone was wading through the water, and there was more than one.

"Hit the wall, turn off the lights." Zhang Peng made a "hidden" gesture.

After a few soft sounds, the flashlight went out one after another, and the cell fell into darkness where you couldn't see your fingers.......

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