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The fat man frowned fiercely, and shouted from between his teeth, "Fuck it, it's disgusting for the shit." ”

Indeed, the contents of the coffin were absolutely terrifying, and when we suddenly saw them, we only felt extremely disgusted.

The small coffin was full of corpse parts, and those corpse pieces were bloody, as if they had just been cut down and put in. It was not an ordinary severed limb remnant, but a state formed by cutting a person's body into the size of a palm with a sharp weapon. At the top was a head that had been cut into four or five pieces, and the brains and fluid were still slowly sliding down the skull, as if the man was not dead.

The severed hands and feet inside were definitely not left by one person, and just by looking at it like this, I could find some parts of the bodies of two people. And just when we looked at these things and were so frightened that we didn't know what to do, suddenly, the corpses in front of us shook violently.

The fat man brushed it out and was about to pull the trigger, but was stopped by Peanut with one hand.

"Wait."

After Peanut finished speaking, I saw a black thing emerge from the stones.

", what's that?" I whispered.

Then the thing opened the shredded corpse that had covered it and crawled up from underneath. Only then did we see that it was a black mouse, with only a flesh-colored tail and nose.

Even though it was just a mouse, I was really taken aback, this guy was almost half a meter long, and he didn't seem to be scared at all when he saw the three of us big living people. The big rat still had a finger in its mouth, and it was covered in blood. It turned to stare at us, its strangely large eyes that seemed to be full of resentment.

The fat man was about to catch it, but Peanut told him not to act rashly, so the three of them were in a stalemate with the big mouse. But it didn't take long for it to suddenly turn around and burrow into the gap between the coffin and the dark compartment. The place was very different from the size of the mouse, but the big rat just got into it so hard, and it didn't look difficult at all.

"Damn, I think the broken corpses in this box are still fresh, could it be" the fat man glanced at us, "Could it be the three people Professor Chen said?" ”

I frowned, and it seemed like something wasn't right.

If those three people had been hit by a trick here, I wouldn't have wondered how tragic they were. However, they were dismembered by someone, and they were put into a coffin under a stone couch weighing hundreds of pounds.

Looking at the scene in front of me carefully, I thought and felt that this was like killing people and hiding corpses, and those who would do this could only be people.

I couldn't help but shudder at the thought that if those three people were killed by someone else, then things would be complicated.

When I said what I thought, the fat man frowned.

"It's hard to say, maybe it's because these people have a disagreement on something, and these three unlucky guys insist on coming in, so they were killed, but it's also a lot of effort to make the corpse like this, and I always feel that it's too troublesome to say that this is hiding the corpse."

"It's not certain whether it's three people, don't jump to conclusions yet." Peanut said, "I don't think it's that simple. ”

The fat man sighed, "It's not difficult to figure it out, let's take out the corpse pieces and put them together, and see if there are three people who know the way, we can't tell who these people are, but maybe there are clothes from their archaeological team underneath." ”

I just thought it was a joke from the fat man. These corpses have been slaughtered to the size of a palm, and it is not easy to put them back, let alone more than one.

Besides, fiddling with other people's corpses in this gloomy ancient tomb, that scene is probably cautious enough. The people over there are going to come over suddenly, and they might be scared to death when they see the three of us crouching around a pile of broken corpses.

But I also think that these broken corpses are piled up there, who should have done it deliberately, so what is the purpose of his doing this?

Don't want people to find out? Have a penchant for storing broken corpses? Or is there a deep vendetta between the dead and the dismembered?

The three of them discussed there, and suddenly, the fat man and Peanut stopped talking.

I was startled by their expressions, but then the two of them looked at each other, and the fat man said, "There's something in the coffin." ”

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the pile of broken corpses in the coffin, "Something? In addition to the severed hands and feet, what else can be in it?"

At this point, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I immediately understood what fat man and peanuts meant.

As the fat man said, it is definitely quite a laborious task to dissect several people to such a point and throw them into a coffin. But since the man did this, there must have been a very important reason for him.

We had only noticed the body parts before, but we had neglected the coffin and its original purpose.

And the people who created these horrific scenes are probably trying to use these corpse pieces to cover up something underneath.

Thinking about it, a cold sweat began to break out on my back.

I estimate that the corpse parts in the coffin were put in a day or two ago at most, and within a radius of more than ten miles, there were only those archaeological team members during this time. Therefore, the only person who can do these things may be the people in the archaeological team.

Subconsciously, I just glanced back. The fat man knew what I was thinking, lowered his voice and said, "Don't panic, let's find out the situation in the coffin first, and then decide whether to continue with these people." ”

"The corpses are piled up like that, how can you find out? I couldn't do it," and I chuckled in my heart, "Damn, you don't think so."

The fat man smiled at me, "What is a corpse, it's a pile of meat when it's dead, and I can't care so much about the fat man." ”

"But," I thought about putting my hand into the slimy pile of corpses, and immediately I felt my whole body start to go numb and limp. "You're not fucking disgusting, Wan, what if you get some kind of corpse poison or germs?"

"Tsk." The fat man gave me a blank look, "I said that you can be a little more reliable, you can say anything like I fuck germs, I think you are more sour than those two stupid brothers." If you're afraid of these fart-like artifacts, you can go while you're cool. ”

After saying this, the fat man knelt beside the dark grid, he first estimated the height of the coffin, then pulled the short sleeves to his shoulders, and then reached inside.

"Don't worry." Peanut said suddenly.

"What? Little brother, even you feel stumped? The fat man was a little proud, as if he had finally found a place better than peanuts.

Peanut did not answer, but took out a small bottle from his backpack.

"There's nothing to be afraid of the corpses, but we don't know what is in the road yet, so we still have to guard against it." With that, Peanut unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and then poured the mouth of the bottle on the fat man's shoulder. Immediately, I saw a black liquid flowing down the fat man's arm.

"What's this?" I had just stepped forward when a foul stench rushed into my nostrils, so much so that I almost vomited. The smell was worse than the stench of a corpse in a coffin.

The fat man was slightly surprised, "Damn, lama oil." Little brother, where did you get such a good thing? ”

Peanut just smiled, then closed the cap and rubbed the black water evenly on the fat man's arm.

Later, I learned that the thing called lama oil by the fat man was recognized in the tomb robbery industry, and it was a holy object to ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts. To put it bluntly, this is actually a kind of corpse oil.

It is said that the corpse that can get this kind of corpse oil must be a monk or lama in the temple, and must live to be over 90 years old and die without illness.

In addition, an even harsher condition is that those monks or lamas must have never seen a woman in their lives. Most of the monks in the Central Plains have extensive contacts with the outside world, and if you let them see women, there are not a few women or something.

Of course, the lamas of the Western Regions are also on a par with the monks of the Central Plains in this regard. Therefore, most of the people who meet the conditions of lama oil are some ascetics, and there were many in ancient times, and it was still called "Bodhi blood" at that time. In recent years, it is rumored that only Tibet has taken this kind of thing, so the people in the industry have changed the Bodhi blood to lama oil.

Whether this lama oil is real or not, the key is the smell, the more smelly it is, the more real it is.