Wang Xu saw that on both sides of the corridor in the middle of the hall, two long walls leading to the dark depths of the hall were made with hemp bags full of corpses. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

These two walls of corpses are three or four meters high, about four or five meters thick, as far as the eye can see, there are at least a thousand sacks containing corpses here, all of which are sealed with hemp rope, and some sacks have been eroded by time to create some holes, and you can see from the holes that the sacks are filled with purple dried corpses that have not rotted.

This kind of funeral method of carrying corpses in sacks and stacking the corpses together has been seen by Wang Xu a long time ago, and he has seen it in the ruins of the ancient city of Atagan, but last time, the sack he saw contained the corpses of ancient trolls, and this time, the sacks contained the corpses of ancient humans.

The same point is that this kind of sack-packed funeral method seems to be a unique technology for preserving corpses in ancient times, as long as the corpse is packed in a sack, it seems that it will not decompose, but will only dehydrate and become a dried corpse, this technology seems to be similar to the mummification technology of ancient Egypt on the earth.

After turning his head to look at Nilou and Zana, who had been with him in the ancient city of Atagan, Wang Xu and the two of them nodded tacitly, both feeling that there must be something strange here.

After whispering a warning to the six daughters of Nilou to be more careful, Wang Xu and the others continued to move towards the dark depths of the hall, walking and walking, Wang Xu smiled bitterly and shook his head, the reason why he felt very helpless was because he found that this hall was too deep, and he had walked into it for almost a hundred meters, and he had not yet reached the end.

I don't know if the architect who built this hall is a psychopath, how can anyone make such a deep hall, according to the scale of this hall, it can accommodate at least one or two thousand people, so many people stay in this building, if there is no advanced ventilation system, soon, the oxygen in the hall will be sucked up, and the people inside will be dizzy from lack of oxygen.

Finally, after walking more than two hundred meters along the aisle in the middle of the wall of dried corpse sacks, Wang Xu and the others came to the deepest part of the hall.

Twenty meters in front of them, under the curved wall with gold edges, a three-story pure gold altar had been built.

The curved edge of the altar is carved with mandala flower patterns, and on the altar, all of them are white marble angel statues that are more than 10 meters tall.

On the first floor of the altar, there are sixteen statues of Seraphim, including ten male angels and six female angels.

On the second floor of the altar, there are six statues of eight-winged archangels, four men and four women.

On the top floor of the altar was a burly, muscular statue of the Decaphim, and after staring at the face of the statue for a few seconds, Wang Xu instantly felt a sense of déjà vu, exactly the same as when he had just seen the sacks.

Five meters away from the altar, there is a bronze case two meters wide and ten meters long, on which is covered with a clean snow-white tablecloth, and its material looks like it is woven of silver wire, which is very precious.

Above the long table were countless clear crystal bottles of different sizes, filled with a dark yellow, urine-like liquid, and something disgusting in the liquid.

After a careful look, Wang Xu found that the bottles were soaked in human internal organs, including hearts, spleens, and even an appendix like a cow's horn.

There is no need to think about it, Wang Xu knows where these internal organs come from, and these internal organs must have been taken from the dried corpse in the sack behind him.

Wang Xu observed more carefully, and he found that the organs soaked in the bottle were almost dissolved into "urine", and I don't know how many years they had been soaked, let alone how disgusting.

On both sides of the long case, there are neatly arranged three-meter-long bronze benches, the number of which is definitely more than a hundred, and it is obvious that these benches were originally placed in the hall, but in order to make room for the sacks of the dried corpses, these benches were piled here.

On the ground between the altar and the long table, knelt six praying corpses, all dressed in snow-white nun robes, and if it weren't for the sight of their hands sticking out of their robes and clasping together on their chests like dead branches, Wang Xu would have thought they were statues too.

"Hmm......" Glancing at the one on the right of the six nuns' corpses, the necromancer Zana snorted coldly, "Don't pretend to be a ghost, get up, nun!"

"I'm already dead......" With a terrible trill, the hall drummed, "Click......" After a sound of bones writhing, the dead nun on the far right actually stood up slowly.

Glancing at the figure of the nun who stood up, Wang Xu sighed in his heart: Amazing, giant!

I saw that the dry corpse nun, who was not tall when she was kneeling, reached an astonishing height of more than three meters or four meters after standing up, and even Wang Xu felt that she was taller than her friend, the minotaur Sangudu, who was more than four meters tall.

"Ha, ha, ha......" After the corpse nun smiled sadly again, she slowly turned around, and under the light emitted by the glowing mahogany sword, the corpse nun leaked out her dry corpse face like a dehydrated sea cabbage, staring at Wang Xu and the others with her hollow eyes.

Feeling that among the six daughters of Nilou, except for Zana, who is still as stable as Mount Tai, the other five girls are all ready to make a move, Wang Xu hurriedly used the transmission note and instructed them in his consciousness: "Don't be in a hurry to do it first, wait first, this guy has been here for so long, he must know a lot of secrets, and when I finish her, it's not too late for us to do it!"

After listening to Wang Xu's instructions in his consciousness, the five militants who were already preparing to start the fight settled down and took back all the means they had prepared.

I don't know if the pair of empty eye sockets without eyeballs of the dry corpse nun can see things, anyway, she just stared at Wang Xu and the others, and after staring for more than ten seconds, she said in a sharp voice like metal friction: "Elf clan, ha, ha, how many years, I have seen you again, since you betrayed us and imprisoned us here, how much I look forward to your return, do you know?"

As she spoke, the mournful tone of the Dead Sister turned into a mad roar, the hysterical roar, the dust on the roof of the hall, pouring down, raising a thin layer of dust around it, and among the smoke and dust, wisps of spirits with painful expressions were ethereal.

Wang Xu, who could understand how painful the corpse nun was, didn't want to take her words and make her even more crazy, after all, Wang Xu's purpose was to communicate with her and take her words.

So, Wang Xu put on a silent expression, said his favorite question, and whispered to the dry corpse nun: "What do you call ......" (to be continued.) )