"Fuck! What's going on?" This is Wu Yihao.
"Fuck, the door is closed, how can such a heavy stone door slam shut? It's definitely not something that humans can do." This was Liang Bing.
"Your focus is always so extraordinary." This is Cui Wenyan.
"Just a little trick, don't panic. I can open it." This is Luo Peng.
"There is a ghost here. It seems that there is a ghost?" Bai Yue's soft voice sounded.
"We're here to explore, and it looks like an adventure. Go and light the torches on the wall." Tian Miao's lazy voice sounded.
Wu Yihao and Liang Bing took flashlights and volunteered to light the torches on the wall. Sure enough, the lighter ignited at one point. Obviously, this torch is often used, and there is a lot of oil on it.
"Hey, you can see that there are really murals here." Wu Yihao greeted everyone to come and see.
There is indeed a mural on the wall, a group of men, women and children kneeling on the ground to worship a man in a toga floating in the air, holding a baby in his left arm, blood dripping from his arm. However, this mural seems to have been painted later. Because this painter is too bad.
"My little nephew in kindergarten is better at painting than this." Liang Bing complained, "Look at this arm, it's completely out of proportion. Look at this coloring, it is not evenly painted."
"Is that a dressing table?" Wu Yihao asked, looking at an old object in the corner.
"It seems so. Funeral objects? Is the owner of this tomb a woman?" Liang Bing guessed.
"Maybe." Cui Wenyan's eyes stopped on the wall in front of him, and there was a strange painting on the wall. What is painted on the painting is completely unknown. However, the ghost test radar showed that behind the wall, there is a powerful ghost.
Cui Wenyan stepped forward and knocked on the wall.
"It's actually empty at the back." Wu Yihao came up curiously, and reached out his hand to knock, sending out a burst of empty pay.
"Have a hammer in and see?" Liang Bing was eager to try.
Tian Miao didn't mean to intervene at all, just stood quietly behind and waited for them to explore on their own.
"The hammer can't be opened, I think there should be a mechanism, let's look for it?" Wu Yihao suggested.
"Look, look." Liang Bing nodded in agreement. He simply took off the torch and took it for a spin. Finally, his eyes stopped on the candlestick on the offering table. "Look, there is blood on this candlestick!"
There are bloodstains that have solidified under the old copper candlesticks. It seems that the time is not far away, and the bloodstains have not turned black.
"Could it be that the last person was tricked into this place and stunned to sacrifice?" Liang Bing said and was about to reach for the candlestick.
"Stop, don't touch the contents of this tomb easily." Cui Wenyan reminded aloud that the candlestick was not what it looked like at first glance, because the psychic eye saw that it was not a candlestick at all, but a human forearm bone. Candles burn in palms.
The hands that everyone was about to stretch out just retracted, and they observed the room by the firelight.
Cui Wenyan used the electric rod brought by Liang Bing to pick up the oilcloth covering the table. At this moment, a rancid smell came. Liang Bing covered his nose and took a step back, and waved his torch in front of him, " This, this, what is this?"
The head of the offering table was stuffed with black stuff, and the light of the torch went up. After careful observation, it was actually the stumps of several girls, which almost filled the entire space under the table. The black limbs had hands and feet. There are thighs, there are heads, but not a complete corpse. The wreckage gave off bursts of stench, impacting everyone's sense of smell.
(End of this chapter)