Jia Sidao said with no expression on his face, and with some faint surprise between his words, he continued: "This is not what surprised me the most. If you take a closer look at the houses and look at their interiors, it will remind you of What happened..."
After Jia Sidaoyi reminded me, I also saw some clues. I noticed that those houses without a roof shouldn’t be called houses. They should be called big ponds, because these houses are all oval. Shaped, or barrel-shaped, or bowl-shaped, or pupa-shaped, and also disk-shaped. Those barrels, pupas, plates, bowls, stacked one after another, make this very different architecture even more strange.
On the whole, it looks like a small bridge and flowing water, and it looks like a pothole terrain. Isn't this just a...
Before I could say it, my big eyes trembled and said, "It's a blood pond, a blood pond with a length of more than two hundred meters and a height of 20 stories high. Oh my gosh, this is crazy, it's utterly crazy. It's the devil's palace!"
The whole hollow three-dimensional castle is actually composed of hundreds of small blood pools into a huge super blood pool!
Jia Sidao took a few deep breaths, flattened his voice and said, "I dare not say whether it is the palace of the devil, but since stepping into the dark underground canyon, I know that what we are about to face is a weird one. The unknown world has been buried in the dust of history for thousands of years. Only genius knows its sudden disappearance, but I can be sure that it must be a catastrophe!"
Zhang Ling asked, "Shall we go down and have a look?"
The four people stepped onto the corridor that entered the blood pond, and my blood was boiling. Walking in this completely suspended corridor was like an altar leading to this mysterious religion, but I appeared as a sacrificed animal.
Condescendingly, only a piece of spark can be seen, and there are only a few laps up and down in these suspended rooms, which makes people completely lost.
Every time we enter a room, we are extremely shocked. Each room is like a small blood pool. We have never seen many of the settings inside. There is a chilly air-conditioning in the room. It stands to reason that such a closed space should not be windy. That's right, the only explanation is that those thousand-year-old souls are still imprisoned in these small rooms, and they will never change.
Their resentment turned into a violent wind, whistling and bringing blood to everyone who walked in here. The thick layer of blood scabs in the blood pools in those rooms clearly tells everyone who comes, how much blood they drink to accumulate To today's thickness.
The last openings of the blood in the blood pool are collected in a groove in the room. The grooves between the rooms are connected. That is to say, the last blood flowing out of each blood pool can flow from one room to the other. The other room, the sophisticated channels and the completely different blood pools in each room, let people connect with that kind of large chemical factory. Everything is mysterious.
Big eyes sucked the air-conditioning and said, "This kind of place makes people crazy. I don't know how many years have passed. I smell the air here is still so bloody. The wind here makes people tremble. This place should be left to hell. The devil here. What are the people in this religion doing? What do they build so many blood pools for? A huge 20-story high blood pool, how many people’s blood is needed to fill it up. The person who presided over the construction of this place Man must be a devil."
Jia Sidao turned his neck unnaturally, squatting on the edge of a blood pool, shaking his head and said, "This is not all blood pools. Take a closer look at these blood pools. Look at this place. Below this is a stove, which can be used to make fires. Yes, and here, do you know what this groove with a roller is used for? And these, these things like grinding discs, and many settings that we don't know, are they just as simple as a blood pool? Do you know what it feels like to see these grooves? They give me the feeling like a production line, each room is a small production workshop, all workshops can pass raw materials through the groove, like this kind of fire and roasting There are precision production lines with water washing and disc grinding, which are only needed for chemical production."
Jia Sidao stood up and said with deep taboo: "Yes, I think this is like a production line used by religious believers to produce chemical products in ancient times, and a production line using blood as the raw material!"
We were so shocked that we couldn't speak.
Jia Sidao fixed his gaze on a remnant statue beside the blood pond. This statue has only the upper body, three eyes and twelve arms. The skeleton is Yingluo, and the first two hands are crossed.
Hold the pestle; hold the pestle with both hands; hold the pestle with both hands and hold the cranium; hold the head with both hands at the time, hold the dharma instrument with the thin handle; hold the drum with both hands at the time, hold the pure cord; hold the skin with both hands at the time; hold the top of the head Make upright.
A skeleton hand bone was placed on the remnant statue. It looked as if the bones wanted to embrace the Buddha statue when they died. The white Sensen's jaw and mouthful of teeth seemed to be still smiling, a kind of contented smile.
Moving on, we came to the end. An empty field appeared in front of us, and a huge bronze gate was more than thirty meters high and ten meters wide.
On one side of the bronze gate, there is an iron chain as thick as an arm.
Big eyes asked: "What will be behind this door?"
Jia Sidao walked to the front of the door, looked in from the crack of the door, and said, "It's dark inside, and you can't see anything."
I asked: "How to open such a big door?"
Big Eye walked to the chain and pulled hard, but his body was suspended, and nothing happened. He raised his head and said, "Maybe you can follow this chain and have a look."
Looking up, the iron lock seemed to have sneaked into the top wall, and there was no place to climb and look out on it. I said, "It's useless to go up. I think this iron lock is a mechanism to open the door. Come, everyone. Try it hard."
The four people pulled together forcefully, and it was like pulling a light rope. The iron lock suddenly paused, and then let out a "crack", and immediately after that, the huge copper door opened.
But none of us thought that behind the huge door, there were mountains of bones.
The bones were completely filled with the door that was about 30 meters high. As soon as the door opened a gap, the dry bones swept over the sky like a tide.
The first ones to bear the brunt were me and Big Eye. We didn't expect that there were so many bones behind the door, suddenly shouting, and fleeing at the same time.
A huge number of dry bones rushed open the bronze gate, and then continued to pour down the slope formed by the dry bones like a mudslide, completely paving the open field in front of you, and rushed out a road paved by dry bones. Some dry bones were even washed into those small The workshop then slowly stopped.
Fortunately, we are all very quick to react, otherwise we will be caught in this torrent of dry bones and will definitely be buried underneath.
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