Song Siyuan took advantage of this topic to continue to explain to everyone the origin of the Dancing Ghost Sacrifice:

"Nu dance, also known as ghost play, originated from nature worship, totem worship and witchcraft consciousness, is a kind of folk sacrifice to ghosts and gods, dispel disasters and avoid disasters, entertain gods and people a kind of prayer ritual, in the traditional Chinese civilization, "Wu" has a long history, activities are widely distributed, from the north to the Central Plains and then to the south, widely popular in various rural villages and towns, whether it is clothing or rituals, all have a very strong religious attributes. ”

"Judging from the Bingyi Mansion Jun Sacrifice Monument just now, the people of Wucoffin Town probably also respect the ancient way of memorial, this place is not a theater building, but a place where the ghosts are sacrificed!"

Yue Guanchao stepped forward and put his gun against these women's skirts: "Otherwise, let's get these guys out first, they definitely didn't put them on by themselves, maybe we can find some useful clues from them." ”

"That's right, we can't let go of the slightest suspicion!"

Lu Feng said in a concise manner.

In this kind of dirty errand, the two of them didn't let Ah Ying and Song Siyuan interfere, and the two of them wrapped white cloth on their hands and took the corpse out of the gorgeous sacrifice clothes.

"Poof! It seems that the old man who has been stuffy for a few years has stinky feet, what a fucking smell! ”

Yue Guanchao couldn't help but cover his nose and carefully observe these corpses, it is estimated that they have been dead for a long time, their skin and flesh have shrunk so much that they can't look like they're gone, their dark purple and smelly skins are tightly clinging to their bones, their eyes are wide with anger, and they are in the same state they were in before they died!

The men wore coarse undershirts, old cotton shoulders, linen trousers, sheepskin jackets, and bear fur boots under leggings......

Look at this dress, it is an old hunter in the forest farm.

Yue Guanchao picked up the long shotgun behind them and looked at it, and the corners of his mouth curved a little: "The brothers probably also secretly entered Witch Coffin Town, and they have been dead for several years, but they don't understand why they are not rotten like dried corpses." ”

"That's not right!"

After listening to his words, Lu Fengjian stared straight at these corpses, his gaze fixed on the cloth bag on the old hunter's body.

He hurriedly poured out the contents, and his eyes lit up: "You still remember the burlap map you got in the cabinet!" ”

"Look at it, isn't it this!"

Yue Guanchao took out the map from his backpack, and compared it with the sackcloth map found on the corpse, the material and texture were the same, but the new map was more detailed than the old map, and even the handwriting was almost the same!

Song Siyuan seemed to understand what he meant: "Feng Jian, do you want to say that these old hunters haven't been dead for too long, they have only died recently!" ”

Lu Fengjian nodded heavily: "Yes, but this is strange, why did the corpse that had just died shrank like this?" ”

This sentence made everyone's pupils tremble.

Yue Guanchao took out a dagger and cut open the skin of the corpse, leaving only a layer of dried meat wrapped in bones.

Originally... It's not that it's shrunk in years, but... Sucked dry!

Knowing the truth, he looked at everyone with a grim expression: "It's not good, the old hunters don't know what they have cleaned up, we have to leave quickly." ”

"Let's go."

Yue Guanchao was about to take them out, when there was a sudden fluttering noise outside the curtain wall.

They walked to the door to see that dozens of white-haired ravens flew out of the stage at some point, and fled towards the windows on the second floor.

It was not the first time Yue Guanchao had seen these white-haired ravens, and at this time, an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Look!"

"Those corpses, how did they disappear!"

A Hotaru's exclamation sounded in everyone's ears.

When they looked back, the corpses they had put down just now were gone, along with the priestly dresses!

This scene made everyone feel like falling into an ice cave.

The small room behind the curtain wall, there was only this one exit, they had been blocking the door just now, if something really came out of the door, they would definitely be aware of it.

But what happened in reality has been beyond their imagination.

These corpses actually disappeared without a trace in front of everyone's eyes.

Even, they could not make the slightest sound, if it weren't for Hotaru looking backwards, they might not even be able to find the body disappearing.

A strong sense of treachery enveloped everyone's heads, and everyone held their breath, exited the room and stood next to the stage!

Ding dong...... Bells.

The familiar bell rang suddenly, pouring into everyone's ears from far and near

They seemed to be drunk and dizzy, the scenery was constantly pulled and deformed, like a headlong into a colorful dye vat full of swirls, Yue Guanchao suddenly opened his eyes, vines and weeds grew like reverse order, and little by little withdrew from the Wu Dance Building!

Snort!

The lamps on the pillars suddenly lit up, and the raging firelight illuminated the building strangely, and the burned objects were brought back to life little by little, regaining their former glory.

Yue Guanchao rubbed his eyes, the stage that was empty just now was empty, but at this moment, five costumed maids were sitting in front of him.

On both sides of the stage, musicians picked up drums, bamboo flutes, chimes, copper chimes, long bells, ox horns, bamboo pipes, and gonghou...... All kinds of musical instruments play harmoniously with the drum beat of the subdued and frustrated drums, like the roar of a flood dragon, killing the majestic atmosphere, and spraying out in the musical instruments!