The burial room is very dim. The red felt that is unique to Tibet firmly covers the moonlight outside. Only the door hole where the roller shutter is raised by me, through my body, vents a faint cold light inward. With my movements, The whole tent house was flickering and dark, making it creepy.
With the looming blue light, I saw a bloated man kneeling cross-legged directly under the arc of the burial chamber, with his head deeply buried on the dark red carpet.
The awe-inspiring moonlight reflected on him, reflecting back the pale cold light. Needless to say, this person is a red-faced man in a diving suit.
Under the dome in front of him, there is a'bed' made of giant cypresses on the plateau. It is about three meters long and two meters wide, but it is very low.
The bed board is almost on the ground, and there is a thick Tibetan quilt on top. On the blue quilt that symbolizes solemnity and mystery, there is a'person' lying vaguely. It should be the old herder who died a few days ago in the mayor's mouth!
Because I was a voyeur lying at the door, and the angle was exactly the same as that of the red-faced guy. Therefore, it is impossible to see his positive movements and expressions at the moment, only to see him kneeling in front of the bed, motionless, as if dead.
However, the kind of high and low Tibetan murmurs that we heard outside the door just now seemed to freeze at this moment, and the murmurs were always whispering in my ears.
The cold hair on the back of my neck could not help but stand up!
Suruohan looked up and looked at Wenfang and the others: What the hell is going on? What the hell is that big red-faced guy doing? Why hasn't it happened for a long time
But where did that sound come from? Looking at his back, he felt like he was frozen. If he spoke, how could he tremble a little
When I thought of this, two words came out in my mind: There is a ghost!
At this moment, I only heard a grunt, and I hurriedly looked forward. The bright silver diving suit was still as before, kneeling on the ground slightly bloated. The sound just now seemed to be not made by the red-faced guy
In front of me, this strange situation made me feel even more inexplicable heart palpitations:
Damn, what kind of evil is behind the door? It's a man or a ghost, it's a demon or a demon, come out soon, damn it, pretending to be a ghost is scary!
At this moment, that kind of'gudong' sound rang again...
This time I heard it very real, not like the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground that we had judged before, but like the kind of eating sound made by something grunting and swallowing food!
Damn, there is something here!
It is estimated that some night cats, wild dogs, hamster room snakes, etc., the more spiritual beasts, smelled the corpse here, and ran here to eat the corpse
I was thinking about it. I gestured to Wenfang and the others about what I found. The two exchanged eye contact, and Wen Fang made a move towards me.
I swallowed my saliva and nodded. I carefully pulled out my saber and grabbed it in my hand. I crept into the burial chamber, hurriedly rolled sideways like a conditional launch, and stuck my body on the damp tarp.
At this moment, the roller shutter completely fell to the ground because it lost my support, and the entire burial chamber was instantly shrouded in an evil and unknown darkness.
In the chilling darkness, I quickly tapped the tarp twice with my hand to signal Wenfang and the others to come in quickly. At this moment, a clearer gurgling sound instantly attracted all my attention.
The moment Meng Gantang lifted the shutter, I quickly looked at the place where the sound rang.
Against the thin moonlight outside the door, I straightened up and took control of myself. Only then did I find that the body of the giant cypress ** old herders** was covered with blemishes all over the body. The body looked like a severely dehydrated corpse, everywhere underneath. Shockingly lonely.
The corpse lay flat in the middle of the giant cypress bed, surrounded by a layer of all kinds of dazzling jewels, but in these jewels, there is a thin and long tube, bending around and reaching under the bed. , Immersed in the mouth of the red-faced man.
This tube is full of bright red luster, just like the red agate that is a specialty of the plateau.
However, it is clearly a living creature, one end is connected to the cavity of the red-faced man, and the other end is vaguely gripped by the corpse's left hand, bulging and bulging, like some kind of insect's mouthparts, sucking greedily. The blood of the red-faced man.
Before, the sound of'gudong' that sounded one after another seemed to come from this thing!
I was leaning against the'wall', and a biting air from the soles of my feet went straight to the top of my head. What exactly is this'mouthpart' that connects the corpse and the red-faced man
The corpse in the town has become that kind of soulless corpse. Could it be that this thing is causing trouble
The red-faced man was motionless at the moment, no trace of anger was visible on his body, he should have died! But where does the murmur still lingering in our ears come from
In an instant, countless questions flashed through my mind!
But then I found out again that the red-faced guy seemed to be pretending to be dead!
Although his body remained motionless, at this moment there was a whispering whistling sound in the air. It was very faint. If it weren't for the scary silence of the burial chamber, it could even escape my ears.
I hurriedly made a gesture to tell Wenfang and the others not to rush in.
Immediately, his back clung to the damp canopy wall, followed the curved wall, and moved a few steps forward like walking on thin ice, to the place where the red-faced man's body and the giant cypress bed bordered.
At this moment, when I took a closer look, I was furious in an instant: Damn, this shit is really pretending to be dead!
The red-faced man, without knowing where he took the sheep, got two sole-sized schistomach fish from Lake Bangong, and fixed them to the mouth of the cavity with the hooks on the outside of the diving suit.
The weird straw that protruded from the corpse's hand did not really penetrate into his body, but into the bodies of the two Bangong Lake Schizomeros.
This fish is a specialty of the plateau, with thick fat. Probably in order to adapt to the harsh glacier environment, the fish bones and phosphora platans in the body have formed three layers of hard internal bone tissue!
The internal organs are protected by the bones, and the straw is only shallowly pierced into the fish skin and scared to the bones. It is difficult to draw grease from it between sucking, forming an indestructible protective layer on the chest of the red-faced man!
At this moment, the red-faced man's right hand, which was hanging down on the ground, twitched slightly from time to time. Holding Rapp’s speargun in his hand.
The muzzle of the speargun, without knowing what was done by this guy, spewed out seven or eight slender silver threads, which were immersed in the jewellery.
With the movement of his arm, at this moment, these silk threads are hooking pieces of necklaces, beads and other objects, moving inch by inch under the bed, making me angry, but I can't help but raise some respect for this person: I see a thief It's been a lot, but it's the first time for someone with this kind of ability, mind and courage!
However, with such thorough preparations, this person clearly knew that the weird straw would break into trouble
I was inexplicably urgent when I watched at the root of the wall. In this situation of taking chestnuts from the fire and dancing at the edge of the knife, the minds of bystanders are often involuntarily drawn into it.
There is a saying that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry, just in response to my state of mind at this time, holding my breath and holding my breath, making a sound of fear, disturbing him!
In this increasingly stalemate situation, something unexpected happened suddenly:
I saw, the eyes of the old herdsman suddenly opened. In the strong and weak light, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of translucent'gel', and his eyes were dark and dull. Moved, his right hand, which almost lost his skin, slowly sat up on the bed.
The muddy eyes looked around hollowly, and the feeling of chill on my back, like a sharp knife, swept away from me.
However, I can be sure that this thing did not see me!
Perhaps it was because I was in a backlit corner; or perhaps, his attention was attracted by the red-faced guy who was kneeling under the bed, and his muddy eyes looked down at him from top to bottom.
The red-faced man pressed his head tightly to the ground, and did not notice the movement of his sex.
The frequency of the shaking of his right wrist became greater and greater, in addition to the strange murmur in the air, he could obviously be heard panting with more excitement.
I watched my heart beating wildly, gritted my teeth and wanted to remind him!
After all, even if this person is wrong in a thousand ways, it is a life anyway! However, as soon as I made up my mind, a terrible scream suddenly broke out in the burial chamber... (End of this chapter)