The old man was noncommittal, but Cong Shuya's eyes suddenly glared, "Could this be the legendary blood sacrifice, most of the ancient tribes have such traditions." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info even the three animals used in later tribute sacrifices, in fact, to put it bluntly, also come from such an ancient tradition. ”

"If you want to know, someone has to ask, are we just guessing here?" Brother Qiang has been impatient, but unfortunately this village has become a ghost village, and we haven't seen any living creatures except us.

I suddenly thought of another strange phenomenon: "There are far more strange things in this village, these villagers have courtyards, they have places, why have never seen anyone raise any poultry." Chickens and ducks are never seen. ”

The old man laughed twice, "How can these things appear here, chicken blood and duck blood are also things to ward off evil spirits, especially dog blood, which specializes in restraining some yin and heavy things." Legend has it that the Taoist priests of Maoshan liked to use the blood of these domestic animals to do things. ”

I think what the old man said is very reasonable, some rumors can't be completely made up, using dog blood to ward off evil spirits can be since ancient times, Diao Nan also once said that Maoshan Taoist priests use dog blood to do things.

I shone a flashlight on the wall of the well, but I didn't find any holes. Cong Shuya took my flashlight from the other side of the well and shone on the other side, "There is still a hole underneath, but it was later blocked. Looking up, we were given an inquiring look, "Shall we go down and see?"

I walked over and took a few looks, and there was indeed a place where something was wrong, and there was no trace of moss on it. It is very abrupt on the entire wall of the well, and the workmanship is also very rough, obviously sinking into it compared to the surrounding stones.

Brother Qiang was impatient to wait, and almost jumped into the well at once, using his hands and feet together, supporting the wall of the well and sliding down. When he got to the place where the cobblestones were blocked, he looked down at the corpse a few times, and stretched out his hand to the corpse regardless of the entrance to the cave.

I was afraid that this corpse would turn into a corpse, and suddenly the corpse would pull him into the water, or stick out another head to reveal a terrifying face. But it's too late to stop it, and you can only persuade yourself that you're scared, a corpse.

Brother Qiang groped around the corpse for a while, and threw something up with one hand in a bloody hand. Falling to the ground with a click, I saw a palm-sized piece of glass, stained with blood, but I could still make out that there were some patterns on the glass. I looked at it for a while, but I didn't understand the situation, and shouted at Brother Qiang, "Can't you just wash it with the water below before you throw it up?"

Brother Qiang laughed twice, and then there was a sound of water, and with a snap, another piece of glass was thrown up.

Brother Qiang still came up with four or five pieces of glass one after another, and Cong Shuya also took out water to rinse the bloodstained piece clean. The old man began to splice the broken glass. I asked curiously, "This person has been dead for a long time, how can there be such fresh blood? Shouldn't the blood coagulate when a person dies?"

Cong Shuya said, "If a dead person is left to dry in the air, the blood will coagulate, but there are many specific environments that may not coagulate. It is possible that these specific conditions have occurred in this well. ”

The sound of water began to come from the well, and Brother Qiang didn't plan to come up to see what was on the glass, he must be demolishing the stones on the wall of the well. I shouted at the mouth of the well, "Brother Qiang, where did you get these glasses, see if there are any more, or if there are anything else." Touching the corpse from head to toe is refreshing, such a good opportunity, and similar to your age, don't miss it. ”

Brother Qiang seems to be in a hurry, and the speed of dismantling the stones is very fast, and the plop must have splashed the boss's water. I don't think it's quite right, who is this strong brother competing with, although he usually rushes in front, he has never been so reckless, and it seems that he deliberately fell into the well at those times.

I grabbed a flashlight from the side and shone it into the well, "Are you going to die? Isn't it rolling the sheets with this old girl? But when I took a look, my heart suddenly cooled, and I shouted at the old man, "Quick, help, the corpse inside has become a dumpling." ”

Brother Qiang, who was holding the wall of the well with his feet, didn't know how to do it at this time, he was carrying the headless corpse on his back, reaching out to dismantle the stone at the entrance of the hole in the well wall, and smashed it behind him desperately. I secretly said that Brother Qiang is not the kind of person who doesn't know the warning and doesn't know how to ask for help, why didn't he say a word. But as soon as the flashlight shone on Brother Qiang's head, my scalp exploded. One of the corpse's withered hands was tightly covering Brother Qiang's mouth and nose.

The old man was startled, fell off the glass and rushed over. shouted at Brother Qiang, "Climb up, it's too small down there, we can't help." ”

As soon as Brother Qiang raised his head, my heart suddenly cooled again. The withered hand was covering his mouth, not only that, but two fingers were tightly inserted into Brother Qiang's nostrils, which was the rhythm of suffocating Brother Qiang to death.

Brother Qiang's neck and face are bulging, and he is already flushed, which is a manifestation of extreme hypoxia. Brother Qiang held back his strength, his eyes were about to bulge out, and he climbed up quickly.

The old man untied the rope beside me, and his hands turned over and knotted the rope fast. But Brother Qiang has no strength, he almost slipped down several times, his eyes are red, and his eyes are a little decisive when he looks at me.

I was so anxious that I quickly took off my backpack and was about to jump in to help. The old man pushed me aside and yelled at me, "Don't make trouble. He threw the rope into the well and shouted at us, "Come and help, or he won't be saved." ”

The rope fell down tightly, I saw that the old man was so bullish, and he could also tie Brother Qiang from top to bottom, and stretched out his hand to help, Cong Shuya was not idle, and dragged the rope behind me to drag it backwards.

Soon, I saw Brother Qiang's hair at the mouth of the well, and there was a pop in the well. I hurriedly ran over and grabbed Brother Qiang to lift up. When I looked over, the pop just now was the headless corpse falling into the water. But I suddenly became angry, grabbed Brother Qiang's hair and clothes and lifted them up, and scolded the old man in my mouth, "You lack virtue and go to grandma's house, can you hang his neck with a rope." This man lost half his life before he came up. ”

The rope was tightly wrapped around Brother Qiang's neck, and I tore the rope like crazy for a while before I untied it. But Brother Qiang's eyes rolled up at this time, he was already unconscious, his lips were a little purple, his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and his face was pale.

I untied the rope and touched his nose, and my heart was even colder, Brother Qiang was already out of breath and intake in less air. Cong Shuya saw that I was stunned there, pushed me aside, put her left hand on Brother Qiang's heart, and punched me a few times with the other hand. The old man was not ambiguous, rushed over and lay down, grabbed Brother Qiang's chin, and began to do artificial respiration.

Brother Qiang's foot suddenly kicked a little, and then he coughed loudly. I don't know if it's a mouthful of old phlegm spit in the mouth of the old man, and the old thing rolled to the side and spit out fiercely. I went to see Brother Qiang, his face was a little bloody, panting heavily, looking half-dead, but his mouth was not idle, and he scolded the old man, thinking that he was going to turn him into a hanged ghost by putting a rope.

The old man laughed twice, and said that if he didn't do that, Brother Qiang would become a water ghost to accompany the headless corpse.

Cong Shuya saw that Brother Qiang was fine, and his mouth could still be dirty, and glared at me, "Does the corpse have a head, do you think Brother Qiang can grab it if you throw off the rope and insist on dragging him outside? What will happen if you can't drag it up, you know all this?"

I used to have a temper with the old man, and this little girl is complaining. I took a look at the blue and purple strangulation marks on Brother Qiang's neck, and the face was scratched by the headless corpse, from my point of view, no matter how I look at it, I feel that Brother Qiang's nostrils are much thicker than before.

I also feel that I am not calm enough once there is an emergency, if it were not for the old man, Brother Qiang and I would still be struggling at this time, and if it is not good to say, we would have been floating in the water.

I got angry and took a flashlight and shone it into the well. The headless corpse was still floating there in its previous state, if it weren't for the scars on Brother Qiang's body and the messy water stains on the well wall, I would have thought I had a big spring and autumn dream.

Seeing that the corpse was so evil, it seemed that Brother Qiang couldn't leave the opening he had opened on the wall of the well, and who knew if there would be his neighbors stationed inside.

Brother Qiang has already sat up, his face has returned to normal, he is constantly rubbing his neck with his hands, twisting his head and trying it, there is no big problem, he stands up and is about to rush to the well.

I scolded him and told him not to be reckless, this time it can be regarded as picking up a life. If I hadn't noticed anything unusual, and looked behind me, I guess Brother Qiang would have slept with the headless corpse.

The old man said, "It's nothing, it's just an ordinary corpse, there was a lot of resentment before death, and after death, Yang Qi appeared next to him, so he started to fight back." Luckily, it's evening, and we wouldn't be able to save it in the middle of the night. ”

Cong Shuya took over the work of the old man and continued to splice those glass fragments, and when Cong Shuya spliced these glasses, she suddenly said, "Clever, look." How so. ”

Cong Shuya doesn't think it's a babbling character, there must be something amazing about this piece of glass.

We gathered around and watched with flashlights. The glass was shattered on the frame, and the imprint on it was a photograph. But the content of the photo made me gasp.

The above photo is in the dark, the demon concubine holds the Nine Souls high, and a group of zongzi and a guard beside her rush over with teeth and claws. Although it is vague, we have experienced the scene in the tomb of the demon concubine, and the scene in the photo is like being there.

"This was taken by these villagers when they were fighting, and this old woman was probably killed because of this photo. It's not a short time to look at this photo, maybe this headless corpse was the person who took this photo at the time. "It's not entirely unreasonable for me to infer this, no one would put such a picture in a frame, should they be placed in the market at home to look at? No matter how you think about it, it is strange to put it on the table to go on a diet and put it at the door to ward off evil spirits.

Brother Qiang twisted his neck with one hand, pointed at the guard inside with the other, and suddenly said, "Who do you think this monster looks like?"