"No, it can't be, it's not a forbidden woman, but something else has become, or a mutated zombie, what could it be?"

He didn't think much about it, he kept more strength to walk, there was a black thing on the ground, it was a hat, a police officer's hat, relatively wide, it was covered with blood, he picked it up, turned it over and looked, there was a white cloth strip bound to the hat, and the name was written in it - Zhu Liang.

Anyway, he didn't know anything about Zhu Liang, so he dropped his hat on the ground and sat down, he didn't know that the fat policeman's name was Zhu Liang, but he was sure that someone must have been here, or something had come to this place.

He rested for a while and walked forward, he didn't know how far he had walked, how many turns he had turned, his body was very weak now, he didn't have the energy to think about those details, he just scolded the designer in his heart, "Fuck, fuck Nima with such a complicated design, and you are not going to be buried in the end?" ”

He walked and walked, there was no road in front of him, just a wall, and two stone lions were placed in front of the strong, the stone lion was two meters high, very domineering, and there was some color in the corners of his eyes.

"There's not even a lion here, why is there a stone lion, is it the same as just now, the mechanism has turned to a wall, and he will go to another passage later?"

The whirling tomb building and the rotating mechanism, even if someone who is proficient in this line of work comes in, he can't get out, let alone a rookie who doesn't know anything about Long Mo.

He longed to go back, and found that there was no road behind, what he wanted most now was to get out of here and sleep well, he leaned on the stone lion and waited for the next passage to appear, he fell asleep in a daze, forgetting all about the current situation, in his words, the wound did not hurt when he fell asleep (I still want to say that it is cleaner to die).

When he woke up, there was still no passage on either side of the wall, "Isn't it, isn't the trap stuck?" This kind of probability is really great.,I've caught up.,If you can go out, I'll buy lottery tickets.,Don't do tomb robbery anymore.。 ”

In fact, now it is not him who took the initiative to rob the tomb, but was led by the nose, and he didn't want to come to this place at all, in order to save people and find the truth.

But he thought about it, it shouldn't be so simple here, why are there no stone lions in other places, but there are stone lions in this place?

Thinking of the heavy mechanism here,"Will this be a mechanism?,Enter here to see which rotating channel rotates the cycle,And the speed of each rotating channel is different,The probability of entering here is much smaller than buying a lottery ticket." ”

He shone it with a flashlight, "I hope there is a mechanism here, and it is best to be able to go directly to the outside, and there is a big bed outside, and there are two big beauties to serve, ah, Mom, there are no regrets in this life!" ”

Thinking of this, he was full of energy, and finally the hard work paid off, he found the mechanism, he felt a click under his feet, a brick fell down five centimeters, he didn't dare to move, the mechanism he found was not under his feet, but a bell on the chest of the stone lion, the mechanism under his feet is likely to be a killing machine, as long as he stepped on it, he may let go of his feet and may instantly pierce the heart.

Of course, it doesn't have to be ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, but it may also send him to a more terrifying place, such as the corpse filling pit, and a corpse breeding ground.

But this is not the case, from the ground came the sound of the grinding plate, the two stone lions slowly moved away, a small door appeared behind the stone lion, the small door is only seventy or eighty centimeters high, fifty centimeters wide, can only enter with a cat's waist, he is more lucky, decided to go out and buy a lottery ticket.

If he hadn't been injured, the mechanism would have been able to press on him to pick a thing, and the mechanism on the ground would have been completely ignored, this is a trick that confuses people, it seems to be a door of life, but in fact it is the door of death, and the mechanism on the chest of the stone lion is only dead, and only under his feet can he step out of a way of life.

He slipped into the crowd smoothly, and the two stone lions automatically closed and blocked the door, which was five meters long, and he had a cat's lumbar muscle strain.

Passing through the door, the inside was even more gloomy and damp, only to hear his heartbeat fluttering, he just came in, he felt that there were countless eyes looking at him, he carefully observed the surroundings, this place looked like a tomb, but it was empty inside, only in the middle there was a big coffin, the platform was empty, nothing, just a lot of crockpots around the coffin, some of these crockpots were high, and some were only **ten centimeters high.

"I don't know what these crockpots are for, what will be in them?"

He walked over, and one of the jars shook, and from the jar stretched out a very white hand, much like the current pickled pepper phoenix claws (don't say my black pickled pepper phoenix feet), but the meat of the very white hand was sparse, like throwing it into boiling water to boil into meat soup, and gently picking it with chopsticks, the meat would fall off.

"It's not good, it's full of people, and these jars are jars for raising corpses." His scalp tingles when he thinks about it.

It is a very cruel thing to raise corpses with corpse jars, first of all, the hands and feet of the corpse keepers are broken, stuffed into the jar, soaked in potions, so that their grievances are even greater, and then ask the Maoshan Warlock to fix their souls, and over time, they will turn into powerful ghosts and make trouble in the world.

This is just folklore, and only evil people and vicious people do this, but there are so many corpse jars here, at least one hundred and eighty, and he has no interest in counting them one by one.

The jars shook one by one, and the hands sticking to the white liquid stretched out the corpse jars, and the wholesale heads came out of the jars and slowly crawled out of the jars.

Long Mo saw that most of these corpse jars were women, and a very few were children of seven or eight years old, he was looking for a way, these corpses were broken before the cans were filled, they could only crawl, but the crawling speed was still very fast.

Soon, more than a hundred corpses crawled all over the tomb, and the small passage he wanted to retreat to was even more inconvenient to move in, these corpses were crawling, and they were more advantageous in low places.

"Fuck, this is a good thing done by that immoral person, and it's not a good feng shui here, your uncle, you can't bear such a broken feng shui, and you still need to raise a corpse to absorb your grievances, you are so reincarnated, grass mud horse."

Long Mo scolded, at this time, anyone would scold, not only scolded the parties, but even the eighteenth generation of his ancestors were implicated, and the ancestral tomb was scolded by Long Mo.