"Are these people like people with lamp oil in their mouths?" I asked Shirley Young.

"Yes, there's lamp oil, but not much. There were still traces of the wick in his mouth, but it looked like it was almost rotten. It seems that these nine people are humanoid lamps. Shirley Young said.

"It's really a lamp, not just a humanoid lamp, it's a human lamp." I said.

"Human Lights!" Hearing my words, both Shirley Young and the fat man looked back in surprise. "What does that mean?" The fat man asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, these lights are supposed to be made of real people." The fat man heard me vomit, and couldn't help but walk up to the lamp and take a closer look.

"These lamps are supposed to be some way to kill and dry people while they are alive, and then apply some antiseptic medicine to make dried corpses. He boiled the internal organs and other objects into corpse oil, poured them into the body of the human lamp, and then put the wick on them, and then they could be lit to make the lamp. Corpse oil can burn for a long time, although it is not like the oil of the deep sea shark that can not be extinguished for thousands of years, but at least there is no problem with ordering a few hundred or thousands of years. I said slowly.

"However, the monks pay attention to compassion and strictly abstain from killing, but this dust-washing temple uses living people as human lamps, which is too cruel and violates the teachings of Buddhism." Shirley Yang shook his head and sighed deeply after hearing my words.

The fat man gently cut the arm of a man with a paratrooper knife. Although this human lamp is made of flesh and blood, it can be coated with antiseptic potions, and may have been processed with a special process, and it is now as hard as stone. Even though the paratrooper knife was sharp, the fat man took a lot of effort to cut off a small piece of meat, pierced it with the tip of the paratrooper knife, and put it in front of his eyes to observe it carefully. Wei Yan came to a conclusion and said: "Lao Hu, you guessed right, this lamp is really made of people, although this meat is weathered, but the texture is still there." It's so disgusting! After speaking, he shook the meat into the mouth of the human lamp and slowly submerged it into the lamp oil.

In the center of this room stands a statue of a dog-headed man on horseback, surrounded by nine human lamps made of living people, and the orange firelight reflects a huge black shadow on the wall, this room exudes an indescribable weirdness and horror. The three of us leaned against each other unconsciously, cautiously surveying the room.

Shirlev Yang suddenly stabbed me and said, "Old Hu, look, is the waist of this statue moving?" ”

When I heard this, I looked at the waist of the statue, and the lower body of the statue and the horse were made of bronze, and there was no gap between the upper body and the dog's head, except for the waist between the upper and lower halves, as if the two parts were stacked together. When the fat man heard Shirley Young's words, he stepped forward and tried to turn the statue. I hurriedly stopped him and said, "Little fatty, when will you get rid of the bad habit of quick success?" We must not fight an unprepared war, and we must put an end to any opportunity for the enemy to strike at us. This room has a mysterious formation, maybe there is some mechanism, you must not act rashly. ”

The fat man said angrily: "According to you, when can we get out, it has been several hours since we entered the cave, and if I don't find a way to get out, I will starve to death here." I don't think so, let's go back and roast the jellyfish and eat it, I guess it tastes similar to grilled squid. "Shirley Yang and I were already hungry, so hungry that our chests were close to our backs, but we didn't know what the statue and the nine human lamps meant.

"Old Hu, it's unrealistic to go back the same way, just that man-eating ant array, we don't have the ability to break through again. I think the key to whether we can get out or not is in this room. Shirley Yang groaned, "I don't know why, I always think this house has something to do with the Chen family." ”

I sat on the floor against the wall, closed my eyes, and quickly thought about the temple documents I had read at noon, trying to remember if there were any records related to the Chen family.

Suddenly, the fat man said: "Old Hu, what's the name of that dog of Erlang God?" ”

I opened my eyes and said angrily: "Comrade Wang Kaixuan, feudal superstition is unacceptable, you should be a good young man under the teaching of materialism and righteousness, don't always think about these useless things." ”

"No," said the fat man, with a blushing face, "don't you always hurt me?" Seriously. When we were looking for the blank man-eating tree in the county library, I had nothing to do and looked through the legendary stories of Shanhaiguan and the like, as if I saw that it was written in the book that General Chen had a nickname, what kind of dog was called. I haven't eaten enough for the fucking past two days, my brain is not good, and I can't remember whether I am alive or dead. ”

"Howling Dogs?" Shirley Young said tentatively.