The things that appear in front of us are like a ladder that continues to stretch downward, one after the other, luring us to the bottomless abyss. The "ghost signal" from the old tree at night, the wreckage of the U.S. Air Force C-type transport plane, and then the jade coffin under the plane, the corpse of the old man in the coffin, and the skinned python, the red flesh line born on its corpse grew to the bottom of the coffin, and the bottom of the coffin made of special paulownia wood is like a thick layer of soft gum, allowing the red flesh thread to pass through it, and it will not leak a drop of fluid in the jade coffin.

The big hole in the body of the old banyan tree was filled with the dried corpses of the human bodies of birds and beasts, and these dried corpses, without exception, were all entwined by the thin lines of red blood that grew out of the jade coffin, and these bloodlines were finally pierced into the seven orifices of animal and human corpses, as if their blood was sucked alive, and then transmitted to the jade coffin. Therefore, the fluid in the jade coffin is a kind of embalming liquid formed by the transformation of guò, which maintains the incorruptibility of the corpse in the coffin with fresh blood.

The bones at the top of the tree cave were a pilot in an air force jacket with a fur collar, although he had long since become a dry bone, he still maintained a momentary posture of death, and a hand poked out from under the jade coffin——— which was the same hand bone we saw holding the double-ended clamp earlier. He seemed to have been pulled into the hollow by the red flesh threads, and in the last moments of his life, he continued to struggle, one hand just grabbed the trunk of the tree under the jade coffin, but he could only stop there, and when he poked his hand out of the rotting trees, the blood-sucking red flesh threads had already burrowed into his mouth, nose, and ears......

This qiē is already obvious, this is the tomb of the king of Xian, where a high priest under the king is buried, and he used the art of scabies to skin a python and put it in a jade coffin with his own body. The two old trees themselves are a self-sufficient and relatively independent ecosystem, and many animals in the vicinity have become the "fertilizer" of this jade coffin.

Although the old tree of husband and wife under Shalong Mountain is not a feng shui acupuncture point, it can be inferred that it is a "rotten bone hole" on the body of the water dragon that buried the king. The so-called rotten bone acupoints mean that yin does not intersect with yang, yang is not as good as yin, the boundary is unclear, the shape is blurred, and the qi veins are scattered and not gathered. The breath that walks in the underground of the acupuncture points is yin, and the qi veins overflowing on the surface are yang, and the humidity and heat in the jungle are extremely hot, and the difference between the ground and the ground is not obvious, which is called "yin and yang are unknown". The breath of the leylines here is endless, and there is no water to intercept, buried here, it is difficult to bless future generations, and only the bones can be dissected, so it is called "rotten bone burial", or "rotting corpse burial".

However, this method of using trees as graves has changed the pattern here, and there are pythons in the coffin to plunder the blood marrow of the surrounding creatures, completely maintaining the corpse from decay or decay, which shows that this high priest was also a master of yin and yang before his death. This kind of weird and completely unconventional method is not something ordinary people can think of.

If it weren't for the U.S. Air Force's C-type transport plane that smashed the body of the tree and exposed this jade coffin, who would have thought that this tree body was a natural coffin, and there was a coffin inside, which could only be attributed to the number of days, and it should have been hit by us.

But in the end, there was only one thing left that was difficult to understand, if this jade coffin would kill nearby creatures, and how many souls had gathered in these two old banyan trees, then why we had not been attacked.

The fat man held a deerskin bag containing four or five sacrificial vessels, and was full of pride: "Old Hu, I see that you are frightened by the enemy, no matter what he does so much, if you follow me, burn this ghost tree with a fire, and come to a three-light policy——— burn it all, kill it, and rob it all." ”

Shirley Yang looked more carefully, trying to find some clues such as text and graphics in the jade coffin, and finally saw the inside of the lid of the jade coffin that was placed aside, there were also many sun, moon and stars, humans, beasts and animals and all kinds of strange marks, Shirley Yang only looked at it for a moment and immediately reacted, and asked us: "What is the lunar calendar today?" Whether this python is spiritualized or not, it is at least a latent fungus plant parasitic through buttercup wood and meat maggots, similar to man-eating grass, and is not active all the time, like most animals in the forest, sleeps at night, hunts during the day, and is the most active period around the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar every month......"

The fat man pinched his fingers and calculated: "The first year of junior high school...... Fifteen...... Fifteen...... Twenty, I can't remember if it's a dozen today...... But remember last night's moon was so big, round and red......"

At this time, the sky was thick with leaden clouds, but the thunder had stopped, and there was silence in the woods, as if only the breathing and heartbeat of the three of us remained, and as soon as the fat man's voice fell, we thought at the same time that the moon was bright and picturesque last night, and today is sixteen, if not fifteen on the lunar calendar.

Shirley Yang suddenly drew his paratrooper knife, pointed behind me and shouted, "Watch out behind you!" ”

Without waiting to turn around, I first slashed the pickaxe in my hand backwards, and suddenly three red threads that had reached my body were cut into the tree and broken into six, and black and red liquid immediately flowed from the broken place. The three short sections fell on the canopy, and then shrank and withered, and the other three sections that had come out of the hole in the tree healed and rolled up separately.

I took the opportunity to look around, and saw that there were countless red flesh threads on the whole tree, which were slowly moving, cutting off our retreat, like thin red water veins. Shirley Yang and the fat man were each using the instruments in their hands to cut through countless wriggling red threads of flesh.

However, no matter how you beat it, there seemed to be more and more earthworm-like flesh lines, and the ones that came out were much thicker than the previous ones, twisting and wriggling and tightening, so disgusting that people wanted to vomit.

The space on the canopy is limited, it is difficult to have room for maneuver, if you step on the air, although there is a safety rope do not have to worry about falling to death, but once it is suspended on the tree, it will immediately be taken advantage of by these red python meat lines, and drill into the seven orifices of the human body, the painful way to die is probably comparable to the taste of being alive to be a figurine.

Shirley Yang had been cornered at the end of a section of the treetops, which could break at any moment, and could only barely be supported by a paratrooper knife. I saw that she was lonely, and wanted to rush over to join her, but it was difficult to get out, and the fat man on the other side was also too busy to take care of himself, I was so anxious that I wanted to use a Chicago typewriter to strafe her to help her out, but I was afraid that I would break the branches and make her fall down, so I had no choice but to shout to the fat man and go to the rescue.

Shirley Young listened to us shouting on the other side, glanced at us in a hurry, and shouted, "I'll jump down and get the propane spray bottle and burn this tree." When I lit the fire, you two managed to climb down from the tree. ”

I was shocked, how could a twenty or thirty-meter-tall tree say that it would jump, and hurriedly said to Shirley Yang: "You are frightened and confused, isn't it looking for death if you jump so high?" Don't do stupid things, don't patronize the individual heroism of you Americans, collective strength is the greatest. You hold on, and we'll go over and pick you up. ”

The fat man fanned the flames and shouted at Shirley Yang: "Jump down, jump down and you will melt in the blue sky." ”

Shirley Yang didn't say anything more, cut the safety rope on his waist with a paratrooper knife, and jumped off the tree. My eyes straightened, and my heart seemed to fall from a height of twenty or thirty meters.

The fat man also opened his mouth wide: "Ah, how dare to jump, the Americans are really funny." I saw Shirley Yang in the air, and he had already held the golden steel umbrella in his hand, like a parachute, slowing down the speed of descent.

If it weren't for the sturdiness of the King Kong umbrella, it would have been rolled into a trumpet flower by the air flow from the bottom up at this moment, and I didn't expect Shirley Yang Bing to make a dangerous move and succeed.

However, we were a little too happy too soon, and suddenly a thick vine stretched out from the body of the old banyan tree, and directly enveloped Shirley Yang, wrapping her in the air. In the face of this sudden attack, Shirley Yang was also shocked and had no choice but to poke the rattan with the armor-piercing cone on the top of the Vajra umbrella.

I could see clearly at the top of the tree, there were several red threads of flesh attached to the rattan. The power of these red meat threads is that their vitality is as tenacious as a big earthworm, and they can continue to survive when cut into several pieces, and there is no place to start at all. I have been splashed with a lot of juice on my body, and it smells bitter and smelly, but it doesn't seem to be poisonous, otherwise I would have been poisoned and died.

What I smelled in my nose was full of bitter smell, and a thought flashed in my heart, those red flesh lines were like the blood vessels of a jade coffin, "Hit the snake and hit seven inches, capture the thief and capture the king first", why not try to break the jade coffin directly. It is not a way to continue to fight on the tree after all, otherwise after a long time, there will be a little slack in the hand, and if you are entangled, you will have to finish the game, and you will gamble your life today and fight again.

I asked the fat man to cover me for a while, and then raised the Thompson submachine gun in his hand and fired at the jade coffin in the tree. The powerful American submachine gun immediately turned the jade coffin into a sieve, and all the blood in the coffin leaked cleanly.

Until the last liquid in the jade coffin flowed cleanly, those wriggling python red threads also seemed to have been suddenly drained of their souls, and they fell one after another, becoming dry and shriveled in an instant.

Shirley Yang also fell from mid-air to the ground, and she grabbed the old vine, so she was not injured, but she was frightened, and her face was slightly pale. The fat man and I hurried down from the tree, and the three of us were stunned, and the encounter that had come about was only a few minutes, but it seemed fierce and long to us.

I was just about to speak to Shirley Yang and the fat man, when suddenly the ground shook violently. The two old banyan trees gradually couldn't support it, and the sound of the rhizomes breaking was endless, as if some huge animal under the tree was about to break through the soil and lift up the whole two-thousand-year-old tree, even the root tree. The thunder in the sky was even more violent, and wisps of black smoke came out of the cracks in the ground. Thunderstorms, black smoke, and ground cracks formed a whirlpool centered on old trees, surrounding us.