In the main hall, Hu Bayi and the other three were slowly moving forward.
According to their original plan, they were going to approach the wall on the right, but the dense terracotta warriors blocked their way.
The hanging terracotta warriors seemed to form a maze. They could only pass through the one-meter-long tunnel. Otherwise, they would have to push the terracotta warriors apart.
These human figurines were made from living humans and wrapped in cloth.
The surface of the cloth had a suspicious dark brown color, as if it had been soaked in blood.
Moreover, it was still wet and dripping with liquid.
No one was willing to touch such a human figurine. They would rather take a few more steps and pass through the spacious passageway.
Under such circumstances, they gradually changed their direction and unknowingly walked towards the center of the hall.
The surroundings were quiet, except for the footsteps of the four people and the occasional ticking sound.
It made people involuntarily want to say something.
Fatty Wang, who was walking at the back, asked,"Old Hu, tell us about this human figurine so that we can have a better idea.”
Hu Bayi walked in front and said without looking back,"
"Before I came, I specially investigated. King Xian's sorcery originated from the southern barbarians. It originated from the present-day Myanmar and is the oldest sorcery.”
"The Art of Bewitching, Gu Poison, and Tame Head are the three great evil arts of southern Yunnan. Now, the art of witchcraft had been lost for a long time. There were still people who could use it in the mountainous areas of Yunnan and Nanyang. However, it had long declined, and only some small methods remained.”
"The dead people in front of us who have been made into human figurines are very likely the slaves and craftsmen who built the royal tomb back then.
In order to protect the secret of King Xian's tomb, these people were bound tightly by King Xian's loyal subordinates after the construction was completed or after King Xian's corpse was collected. They were forced to swallow a kind of " Yin " and seal the seven orifices of the human body. Then, they were hung in the cave with large chains and suffocated to death.
This way, they could keep the secret of the king's tomb, and they could also use them to scare away outsiders who had entered by mistake.”
"What's a hook lure?" Someone asked from behind.
Hu Bayi replied,"
"The so-called Yin is actually a kind of pill that contains many eggs.
Once these eggs entered the human body, they would automatically reproduce. It only took about three to five days for the flesh and internal organs in the human body to become nutrients for the larvae and replace them.
Because it lost water quickly in a short period of time, human skin would quickly dry up and become as hard as tree bark.
After the larvae finished eating the flesh, they would go into a dormant state. In a cool environment, they could last for more than a thousand years.”
There were very few records of the Art of Spiritual Energy in all kinds of ancient books, including unofficial history, so Hu Bayi only found this information these days.
As for the purpose of treating living people as cocoons and the use of these insects, he had no idea.
"There are living bugs in the terracotta warriors?”
Hu Bayi couldn't help but laugh.
"It's been almost two thousand years since King Xian arrived. Even if there were bugs, they would've died of starvation. Fatty, you're too timid.”
Fatty was very unhappy when he heard that. He muttered,"Old Hu, who asked you to go? Why are you dragging me along?”
Fatty was stunned.
The two questions just now came from behind, and he was the one behind the four of them.
There shouldn't be anyone behind them!
He did not dare to turn around.
Her small eyes kept looking at the ground.
A long shadow swayed on the ground.
One, two, three, four.
Fortunately, there were only four shadows…
Fatty Wang's sweat suddenly dripped down.
No!
This wasn't right!
The four of them were holding flashlights, so they could only see the shadow of the person in front of them.
There should only be three shadows on the ground.
Who was the one who cast his shadow?
Fatty Wang did not dare to stop. He pretended as if nothing had happened and reached his hand into his pocket to grab the pistol on his belt.
Then, he turned around and pointed his gun behind him.
In front of him, there was no one other than the two rows of human figurines on the left and right.
Fatty Wang let out a long breath.
It seemed like he was really scaring himself.
Swoosh.
In the distance, at the entrance of the hall, a flare was fired.
Instantly, the entire hall was illuminated.
Fatty Wang smacked his lips, knowing that this was definitely the trick of the Xie Ling Bandits.
Those guys had a lot of people and good equipment. They were really extravagant.
He lowered his gaze and prepared to turn back.
He raised his head and stopped his half-turned body.
An indescribable bone-piercing feeling suddenly rushed up to his head!
Less than two meters away, there was a row of terracotta warriors and a dark figure standing upright.
The hood covered his face.
The light from the flare shot over his head, illuminating his chin. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing an evil smile.
That chin…had no flesh, only white bones.
The flare suddenly went out, and darkness returned to his sight.
Fatty hurriedly moved the flashlight and muzzle over.
However, the figure on the other side had already disappeared.
"Old Hu, Old Hu!"
Fatty's voice trembled.
He staggered backward and crashed into the human figurines behind him.
Gaggle.
The rusty chains above his head began to shake.
The terracotta warrior crashed into the terracotta warrior beside it, and the terracotta warrior beside it transmitted the impact.
Like a stone thrown into water, ripples began to spread out slowly.
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