Volume 2: Snow Ridge Please Ling-Haidong Imperial Mausoleum Chapter 231: Thousand Years of Meat Mushroom

The roots of the trees are squeezed into the sarcophagus from all directions, like plants planted in flower pots, constantly feeding the absorbed flesh to the stone trough.

She turned the flashlight into the sarcophagus, and when she saw what was inside, the blood on her face faded in an instant, leaving only pale, and she turned around and pointed behind her.

Yue Guanchao noticed Song Siyuan's abnormality, and turned on the flashlight with Ge Da to look at the coffin.

Ooh!

In the sarcophagus, there are various colors of Ganoderma lucidum the size of a palm, as if the coffin wall is decorated with exotic flowers, and most of the space is stuffed.

On the huge Lingzhi in the coffin, there are two child corpses, a man and a woman, sitting opposite!

The two child corpses were not tall when they sat down, and they couldn't see the top of their heads from the outside, which showed that they were not very old when they died, and their bodies were only five or six years old.

Both men and women wear round robes with beaded ornaments, folded their hands cross-legged, and meditate with their eyes closed.

This kind of serene posture can easily be mistaken for Nirvana Ascension, and only the expression on their faces betrays them.

His brows were furrowed and his cheeks were clenched, which showed that he was in pain before he died, so that he still maintained an ugly face after death.

If you look closely, the skin of the boy and girl is not swollen, the whole body is crystal white, and the surface is covered with a layer of transparent oil, which looks like a white steamed bun soaked in lard, sticky and heavy.

A fist-sized gap was carved out of the top of the head, and countless tree roots burrowed into the body from the skull, filling every tendon with tiny roots.

Some of the shallow skin could even be seen as the roots fluttered, and even the eyes with the corpse began to flutter frequently......

For a moment, Yue Guanchao thought they were living people meditating cross-legged!

Thinking about it like this, it's no wonder that Song Siyuan wants to hide back, who knows whether these ancient boys and women are dead or alive.

Yue Guanchao picked up the withered rattan on the ground and poked the corpse a few times with the rattan, which was not as soft as expected, and there was a sense of astringency like poking the soft wax.

The Lingzhi under their seat is even more weird!

This Ganoderma lucidum as a whole looks like a giant mussel meat, the skin is black and the flesh is white, the juice secreted on the surface is sweet and sticky, it smells like blood being washed, and the layers of membranous tongues wrap around the back of the children's corpses, constantly sucking something from them, poked by the rattan, like an earthworm wriggling!

This shows that the Ganoderma lucidum inside is a living creature.

Underground caves, half-dead ancient trees, ancient child corpses, strange live fungi, strange sarcophagi, strange hot fog...... This underground cave is like a purgatory that is isolated from people, and they are so disgusted that the back of their heads is numb, and they feel sick to their stomachs.

"Be careful, don't fall down, look what's under the bridge!"

Yue Guanchao was sent to Song Siyuan to stop and look under the bridge, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw the horror under the bridge clearly, so he was afraid that he was leaning on the railing, in case the rattan fence was rotten, it would be unimaginable to fall!

Under the bridge was an underground spring, gurgling with warm water, which made the cold water flowing into the underground river mild and moist, and the fog was steaming, so that people could not see the surface of the water.

He took advantage of the fog to take a closer look, and there were dozens of huge black catfish lurking in the water, exactly like the ones he had seen in the Banzai Well.

It's just that the beast is not lively when it is on the verge of death, but the black catfish in the hot spring is alive and leisurely.

They swim lazily in the warm underground river, constantly preying on the shrimp, fish and crabs that are warmed in the river, and their bodies are fat and heavy, like fat pigs in the pen.

The blood-red eyes flashed with greedy thief light, constantly looking at the stone bridge they were standing on, and the giant tail continued to beat the bridge pier, like a black dragon doing evil in the rivers and lakes.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the carp jumps over the dragon gate, but any giant fish that grows more than a few meters is the son of the dragon in the eyes of the people.

Such a strange fish, how can it not be regarded as the river dragon king!

"If they just eat small fish and shrimp, how do they grow so big?"

Before Yue Guanchao's words fell, many bridge piers were slapped by fishtails and trembled left and right, and even the sarcophagus began to shake.

In the blink of an eye, the lingzhi in the sarcophagus was shaken and broken, and all fell into the underground river through the notch at the bottom of the sarcophagus.

Puff and flutter.

The underground river seems to be boiling water, and it is roaring by black catfish, which are constantly competing for all kinds of lingzhi, and they are inextricably fighting.

Although the mouth full of teeth is not sharp, it can still bite open the belly of his companion!

Some catfish, which lacked strength, were bitten open on the spot, and bloody visceral fat spurted out of the wound.

Brutes are brutes, once they smell the smell of flesh and blood, they immediately rush up like hyenas, tigers and wolves, and eat the fat catfish to the skeleton.

Rouzhi makes food for Lu and Ganoderma lucidum, and the same clan kills, Ge Da saw such ferocious fish, and he already knew in his heart that they were definitely not the incarnation of Jiaolong Ye.

"No wonder I can eat so fat, it turns out that in addition to eating Ganoderma lucidum, there is also the same kind of flesh and blood, and the eyes are so red, I'm afraid it is a manifestation of cannibalism."

Song Siyuan turned on the flashlight, looked at such a cruel scene, and couldn't help but praise.

"But, what kind of place is this, or is it near the Jiaolong Ye Temple."