Although I was not familiar with corpse Gu, as soon as I smelled this sour smell, I would unconsciously associate it with it, after all, the experience in the cellar left a deep impression on me. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With a flashlight, I scanned the room, which was empty, with useless strips of cloth scattered on the floor, and it was no exaggeration to say that the dust was at least a centimeter thick.

Strange, where does this smell come from? I turned to the other side of the room, where there was a shelf full of groceries, but it looked like it hadn't been used for a long time.

On the wall on the back side there are some Chinese texts, I can't read, in the leftmost corner, there is a coupon-shaped stone door, the style is very unique, the whole room looks very eye-catching.

I bent my waist and carefully got in, it was a relatively long corridor, and there was a stone door at the end of the corridor, and the stone door was wide open, so I walked over without hesitation. As soon as I came out of the stone door, I was dumbfounded for a moment, only to see a coffin inside, it was a coffin for ordinary people, the top of the coffin had been sealed with wooden pins, there should be people lying inside, there were piles of hay around the coffin, and the whole room was filled with a foul smell of rancid smell - this is a special burial chamber!

I was in a trance, it took so much effort to run inside, it was a tomb for a long time, and I used an earthen house to disguise it, which made people a little speechless. Why didn't they bury people in the earth, but put them in the house, and built a burial chamber for them? Is this man the owner of this house? I looked at the coffin and had no clue, and it always felt a little weird.

Not daring to linger too long in the chamber, I re-emerged and returned to the empty room. With trepidation, I looked at the room again.

It's bigger than the one opposite, but there's really nothing in it, and for some reason, there's always a feeling of oppression. I immediately realized that the ceiling in this room was low, and it was ridiculously short.

Could it be that there is a mystery hidden in it?

I looked all the way along the edge of the ceiling, and when I got to the innermost part of the room, I was surprised to see that there was a mezzanine above it, and there was a lot of space, and there was definitely something hidden in it!

I went back to the lobby and tried to find something to put my feet on, but there was nothing but the table, and the table was too heavy, and I would inevitably cause a lot of movement if I dragged it out. In desperation, I decided to go up to the second floor to have a look.

The staircase is steep, the lowest floors are filled with shoes and boots, and the walls on either side are dustpans and sieve baskets, all of which are broken.

Up to the second floor, there was a row of storage rooms, all piled high with moldy cotton, except for one room that still had a few things in it: a few benches, a few long poles, and a large broom for cleaning.

It seems that there is really no one in this room, and even if there is, it can only be on that mezzanine.

I carried two stools back to the room, stepped on the stools and looked up, and as soon as I stretched my head, I almost fainted with an extremely strong sour smell, and I was sure that no one would hide on it. When I got used to it, I took a closer look.

The partition was very thick, about four or five centimeters, and it was covered with a layer of black waxy substance, which was sticky to the touch, and on top of this waxy substance, it was densely covered with tiny filaments.

I stared at those things curiously, they were much thicker than normal hairs, and they were very short, and they were all strange colors, but most of them were brown and black, could it be that they gave off the sour smell?

I tentatively approached to take a look, but since the smell was really suffocating, I twisted some of it with my hand, spread it out in the palm of my hand, and at a glance, I was so frightened that I convulsed, and hurriedly threw the things in my hand to the ground, and those filaments were nothing else at all, but large and small insect legs!

Oh my God, there must be at least hundreds of millions of legs on this bug, and they were as dense as raindrops, covering the entire partition, and I felt sick when I looked at it, and I hurriedly jumped off my chair.

Now it's certain that the sour smell is from the legs of these bugs, what are they used for? Could it be that the original owner of this house loved to collect this? Or is it pickled and eaten? I didn't dare to use my imagination, it was just terrifying, and I couldn't help but sick to my stomach when I thought about the bugs I had encountered before.

So far, I haven't encountered anything particularly dangerous in the room, just a little weird, and I am not willing to leave like this, and I have the courage to stand up in my chair again.

The partition was still a slab, only this time, it opened near the door, which meant I had to crawl over the bugs' legs.

I started to hesitate, this is not a joke, if these weird insect feet are poisonous on them, I will die here, and this board does not look solid, what if it breaks?

I knew this was a rhetoric that I was running away from in my heart, but when I thought that there was no Lao Hai and Xiaolu around me, I couldn't help but become firm, and I felt that I should at least go up and have a look.

Thinking like this, I carefully climbed to the board, and as soon as I stretched out my hand, I saw that my palms were covered with those insect legs, and there were a lot of them hanging on my body.

I tried not to look at them, and slowly crawled towards the other end of the partition, a distance that was only a few meters, but I felt as if I had been climbing for a century, and fear had been tormenting me.

Finally at the end, because the partition was not very high, I could see it half-crouching, it was the same waxy substance, and unlike before, it was not bug legs, but some arthropod carcasses like centipedes, all sorts of things, strange shapes. I was too scared to move, what kind of fetish did this person have to put the dried corpses of these bugs?!

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, although these centipedes were all dead, but looking at these thousands of dead centipedes was also a kind of psychological torment, the terrifying form was full of eyes, and I couldn't hide from my eyes.

Looking in the light of the flashlight, there seems to be another layer on it, I won't say anything this time, even if there are tons of gold, I don't think about it, keep it for Lao Hai's greedy man!

I didn't even think about it and quickly crawled back, eighty percent of these bug legs are also centipedes, anyway, they are not ordinary bugs. My heart was pounding, and the feeling of suffocation was coming up little by little, and if I stayed for a second longer, I would have collapsed here.

Jumping on the chair, I hurriedly slapped off the insect feet on my body, and rushed out of the door as if flying, and the moment I opened the door, I was stunned, only to see that the scene outside had completely changed: the whole village was full of people, the houses were brightly lit, and the roads were crowded, and there was no dead silence at all.

What's going on here? Am I hallucinating?