I've seen too many things like runes, but the kaleidoscope of this kind of text-like symbol still makes me sigh.

The runes on this woman's body are also written with something similar to cinnabar, the writing is neat, and the connection is also very ingenious, if you want to say it, I think this thing is more similar to the runes drawn by Jin Jiuye when he "washed my body", but if you look closely, it is not the same.

Taoist talismans, from when did they begin to appear, and what kind of deduction process has been experienced, this point, there is no unified statement in historiography, people generally believe that the spirit talisman we use, also called the talisman, specifically, can be divided into two parts to look at, the first part, called the symbol, is the kind of strange around the various symbols, and the second part, called the urn, is actually a kind of text, that is, we often say the secret text of the heavenly master.

Usually, the function of the talisman is determined by the latter, and the former can be regarded as a necessary decoration to make the talisman work.

The runes on this corpse are somewhat similar to the runes we usually come into contact with, because, on her chest and back, there are some things that are not graphics but like seal characters, which are exactly the same as those on the golden coffin, but the handwriting and seal carvings are somewhat outstanding.

"W-what is this?" Just thinking about it, the big flower face who pretended to be dead with me and was thrown into this small black cave with me also quietly got up, and after seeing the runes on the corpse of the bare ass, he grinned and made a very frightened expression.

"It should be a ritual to use the mana instilled in these secret texts to extract the remaining essence from the corpse for future use."

As I spoke, I carefully walked around the room full of corpses, and it was similar to what I imagined, the bodies of the corpses hanging on it all had similar runes, and I carefully compared the contents of the above, and there were basically no discrepancies, that is, the corpses that were hung here were actually like processed charcoal fires, and when the time was ripe, they would be put to use.

As for the others, most of them were spare, and some of them did not meet their requirements, so that I was thrown aside, and I went to look at the small stone caves that looked like rooms at the edge of the cave, and there were all kinds of corpses, placed separately, one by one, like pork on the board, some were soaked in a large vat filled with a brown-yellow liquid, some were tied to ropes and lined up in a row, and as for those who were still dressed and had not been processed, then, Mostly scattered around like we do.

Of course, the people who came here earlier were sprinkled with something white powdery like lime and a little like sea salt, and I really couldn't tell what it was.

All right.

When I saw this, I roughly understood where I was, we, accidentally caught, seemed to be thrown into a workshop that could be used to extract the essence of the corpse, in other words, in the near future, we may be under the stone platform in the water, with the residual essence in the body to bake the "charcoal fire" of that strange Danding.

As soon as I thought of this, I had goosebumps, and I motioned to the big flower face that was staring at a rather beautiful female corpse for a while, and then packed up my clothes and prepared to leave here quickly.

At this moment, there was a loud sound of iron locks stirring, followed by a figure leaning from the entrance of the stone cave, and when they saw this, both of them were startled, and hurriedly retreated and hid themselves behind a pile of corpses.

Looking through the cracks between the corpses, a bald man walked slowly carrying a wooden barrel filled with red liquid.

This person is indeed bald, and he is so bald that he is so bald that at a glance, except for the gray-white hair on the back of your head that hangs down like a lock of braids, all the hair has fallen out, and even the eyelashes are as if they have been shaved without any trace.

His age should not be small, the flesh on his cheeks hangs down, and there are various folds like knife carvings, if you speculate according to the aging process of us normal people, this person's age should be, over fifty years old, but in this nine-headed mountain, a graceful woman can be thousands of years old, and it is really difficult to determine how old such a person has lived.

Just thinking about it, the big flower face gestured in my direction, and then, pulled out the dagger on his waist, I know, he was asking me, do you want to kill this person immediately, I shook my head, made a silent gesture, because, although this big flower face has enough confidence in his own skills, but, I also clearly know, those people, how difficult to mess with.

Take a look first and see what he's going to do.

Thinking of this, I turned my head, and the man seemed unaware of our existence, humming something like a little tune in a language I didn't quite understand, and at the same time, he took off his clothes to reveal a bulging tendon meat.

He reached out and pulled a woman's thigh from the vat filled with brown-yellow liquid, and then, casually pulling her out of the tank as if she were carrying a white chicken, clicked, and slammed her onto the board.

Then he took out something like a rag and soaked it in the bucket beside him, and after stirring it a few times, he put the rag on the woman's smooth back and rubbed it violently, the posture and the technique were exactly the same as the master who rubbed the bath in the bathhouse, except that he came was much more violent than others.

When he had finished rubbing the main position, the man scooped up another scoop of cold water and poured it on the other man's body, and then, very neatly, tied a live buckle on the woman's ankle, took out an iron rod with a hook thick at the wrist, hung the figure upside down, and hung the woman on the buckle on the top of the cave, and so on, one by one, until there was no room for it, and then he wiped his hands with a long sigh of relief.

He carried the bucket full of vermilion liquid to his side, and pulled out a vermilion, mottled wooden box on the table

Quill?

When I saw the contents of the wooden box, I was stunned, but what made people speechless was still to come