The walls are all uneven stones, but the stones are not cold, with a faint sense of heat.

After groping in the lightless environment for a few minutes, his body hit an obstacle, and there was a cool feeling on his hand, which could be determined to be a square object similar to a sarcophagus, and he felt the corners and circled, and it was indeed a sarcophagus.

Soon, a sarcophagus of the same size was found not far away, which was the four coffins containing their corpses as told by the female corpse. The surface of the coffin is full of deep stone carvings, and the crooked lines are carved on the surface of the coffin, and there are runes carved on the surface of the coffin, as for what the content of the runes is, Zhu Beichen has no way of knowing.

Maybe it's some spell to suppress the coffin, Zhu Beichen thought about it and prepared to pick up the coffin, his hand reached the groove under the coffin surface, and lifted it upward, the coffin lid and the coffin body were extremely tight, so that he couldn't exert his strength, and the coffin didn't move at all.

The opening of the ancient coffin is nothing more than two kinds, one is to directly press the coffin lid on the coffin, and use its own weight to clip into the notch of the coffin to close the opening to the greatest extent.

Then there was another possibility, the coffin lid and the coffin body were closed by a horizontal sliding groove, he chose a direction and pushed it twice, the sound of rubbing between the stones sounded, and the coffin lid moved slowly.

Sure enough, it was such a design, and Zhu Beichen did not hesitate to increase his force to push it over. The lid of the coffin slid little by little, revealing the space inside the coffin, and it was dark and not in the middle of winter, and nothing could be seen.

He took off the flashlight pinned to his waist, first took a breath of cool air to stabilize his mood, and then tremblingly pressed the power switch and aimed the flashlight at the inside of the coffin. At first glance, the scalp was numb.

What caught my eye was a pair of white bones, and since it was illuminated from one end of the coffin, the first thing I saw was the leg of the entire skeleton, a small part of the leg bone.

Judging from the bones of the soles of the skeleton, the contours of the soles of the corpses in the coffin are petite, and it can be basically confirmed that it is a female deceased. And a glimmer of light is reflected on the soles of the feet, which is particularly dazzling under the light of the flashlight.

Zhu Beichen's eyes focused on the bright spot, and the light source reflected on the sole of his foot was a metal nail, the material judged to be silver, which was nailed to the center of the female corpse's sole impartially, and firmly fixed the female corpse's sole on the inner plate of the coffin.

"That's what she meant by soul nails." The silver nail that looks like it is nailed to the skeleton is actually used to seal the soul of the corpse after death.

Turning the direction of the flashlight, he continued to probe the upper body of the corpse, until the whole picture of the corpse was shown in front of Zhu Beichen, and his heart trembled over and over again as far as his eyes could see. The height of the female corpse is 1 according to the skeleton. Around 6, the age of bone development will not exceed twenty years old, and a full sixteen soul nails have been nailed to a petite skeleton.

They were all subjected to such inhuman treatment after death, and the pain would have been so intense if the silver nails had been driven into their bodies before they died.

At the moment when Zhu Beichen's surprised expression appeared, the soft female voice said in his ear: "You are right, they died like this back then, when they just turned sixteen years old, the wizard forcibly put them in the coffin and nailed them to death with sixteen silver nails. ”

Zhu Beichen shuddered suddenly, can she know what I think in my heart?

The female voice said, "Yes, I know. ”

Well, Zhu Beichen kept his mouth shut after hearing this, and tried to control himself not to think about anything in his heart, so as not to be spied on.

The female corpse who spoke had been hiding in the dark since then, falling into deep contemplation of the past, and the cave was quiet for a while, Zhu Beichen felt that she was still by her side, and the feeling that the other party brought to her was extremely strange.

In the cave, time is a vague concept for them, and they still don't know how many years they have been immersed here in a blur as the years have passed.

She won't forget the hatred that the wizard brought to them. As the people of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, their parents thought that it was the honor of the family for the sorcerer to choose them as "Gu seeds". Of course, this is something she has only learned since she became sensible.

The Gu insects and other things used by wizards to make Gu things and refine corpse spells were called "Gu seeds" during that period, and they were "honored" to be selected as Gu seeds. In fact, they had been specially nurtured as "Gu seeds" since the moment they were born, and their parents never saw them again.

When they were young, they had to soak in that inexplicable milky white liquid and grow up in ceramic petri dishes the size of their bodies, and they grew up in the petri dishes step by step. There was always a pungent and unbearable smell in the room where the wizard kept Gu, and the room was shrouded in darkness all year round. Gradually, all she could see was the faint gaze of her companions, and the years of soaking in the herbal formula had changed their skin texture, becoming fair, watery and moisturized, and also making their eyes cold and unforgiving.

They hate the parents who gave birth to them, and their only emotional sustenance is the companions around them who also live in the cultivation vessels. Accompanied by himself through the painful years of growth.

Every year, the old woman with old wrinkles, the guards of Gu Loulan called her a sorcerer, and it is said that she was not a native of Loulan, but a big man from the Han Dynasty, and every time she appeared, she was always accompanied by a brightly haired animal.

Every year the woman would come and change the jar of water for them, and as they grew older, the utensils used for cultivation increased, and the liquid in the vessels changed from year to year.

The pungent smell of the liquid was getting heavier and heavier, and strangely enough, their skin was getting longer and better.

The wizard was in the room for a very short time, and he remembered saying, "Pity these children, who should have belonged to their years." This kind of technique is too yin, and it has greatly damaged my yang life, and I am afraid that the day when the technique is completed will also be the time of my life. The wizard's voice was old, but very beautiful, and it was evident that she had once been a gentle woman. At this time, the good-looking animal that followed her would always sweep over one vessel after another with a look of pity, its eyes full of essence, its pointed mouth, and its facial expression as if smiling.

After more than ten years of quiet and boring seclusion, the only playmates were the girls who lived in the neighborhood, and gradually they developed a deep friendship, but when facing visitors outside the house, they always carried a sense of restraint and hatred.

They have understood their future fate, and the wizard will visit them when he is in a good mood, and he will also speak in an old voice about their future whereabouts. It is described as being under a tomb more than a thousand meters deep, in a strange and indescribable space, and they will become the masters of a space, tasked with slaughtering all outsiders who trespass into the passage.

Sixteen years later, the long wait finally came to this day.

The next day there was a grand ceremony, but the wizard never set foot in the room again, perhaps out of guilt or for some other reason.

Only the wizard's apprentice came here, and her eyes were full of loneliness and guilt: "I want to tell you good news, tomorrow is your death." She said only one word, and called it good news, and it was really good news for the girls in the vessel, who no longer had to endure the pain of the world.

The liberation of this world begins here, but the endless sinking of the other world has just begun.

That is, the world after death.

There were a lot of people watching the ceremony, and it was on a platform, and the audience was full of insensitive people. Among them, there is a high probability that there are parents and families of the girls.

There was no expression of pain and pity, and they regarded this ritual as a great honor, and even more merciless eyes came from the girls in the vessel.

Death is not terrible for them.

The nameless music is melodious, and the stroking of the qin is the sorcerer dressed in white and the sorcerer, her face is calm, her wrinkled arms are resting on the strings, and the sound of the piano is like a soulless repertoire, urging the living life in the vessel.

Four blood-red coffins have been pre-set on the altar, and the coffin lids are opened and placed on the edge of the coffin, waiting for the guests to enter the coffin and then close the coffin door.

The tedious ritual ended a few hours later, and the wizard staggered to the altar with the help of others.

The first girl to be sacrificed was called You, because her vessel was engraved with the word "酉", which became their name.

Until she was broken by the wizard's apprentices, her legs were numb and unable to move when she was picked up from it, and the years of restraint and restriction of movement completely made her lose the ability to walk on her own, her legs bent and drooping on the ground, and her stiff expression was the same as usual. The concept of death is vague, so they are not afraid.

She was dragged into the first coffin, her whole body as soft as a ball of cotton. The sorcerer's apprentices at first thought she would resist violently, holding her limbs hard so that her resistance would not disrupt the normal ritual. She was surprisingly calm, and lay down in the coffin with a chill in her dead eyes, not even knowing that it was a place where only dead people could lie inside.

Silver soul nails were lifted from the mercury-soaked vessels, emitting a cold aura in the air.

One by one, the soul nails pierced the girl's skin, and the curious audience poked their heads out from afar. For the girl did not cry out, nor was she afraid, nor struggled.

In fact, years of soaking in potions have destroyed the nerves throughout her body, and she has lost her sense of pain.

Seeing the silver soul nails smashing into the flesh and blood, her eyeballs followed the busy wizards, as if the flesh did not belong to her at all.