Chapter 25: Mezzanine

This is a situation that never occurred to everyone, and everyone was panicked.

Pan Zi flipped up the folding shovel around his waist with one hand, and jumped into the pit. He got up and chopped it, but the fat man's feet were swung around, but he didn't hit it. He suddenly hit the stone on one side, and sparks were splashing. When the fat man saw Pan Zi was using so much strength, he shouted: "Damn it, cut it right, don't cut my feet!"

Pan Zi also shouted: "Don't move, otherwise I will count on your thigh!" As he said that, he started to take another turn, but he didn't expect that he still didn't hit the mark.

The fat man shouted: "Switch people, change people, this kid doesn't like me, and he wants to take revenge on his own."

On the other hand, Ye Cheng and monk Hua jumped down to help, trying to hold the fat man's legs, but unexpectedly, Ye Cheng had not yet stood firm, and suddenly the person fell into a trap. Another piece of stone corridor below collapsed, and he shrank down.

This was a mess. Monk Hua hurriedly went up and grabbed him, but he didn't stand firm. He staggered and bumped into my hand holding the fat man. My angle was not easy to use, so he took off his hand as soon as he hit him. The fat man dragged it down.

The incident happened too quickly and the light was not good, so I was so panicked. A few people rolled into a ball, and the fat man fell into the bottom of the pit like a meat ball. Pan Zi and I were so heavy that we brought him to the slope of the brick pit. At that time, I felt something was wrong. Before I could stand up, I heard a series of "pulls" sounds coming from under the brick layer.

My face turned pale when I heard it. I was so familiar with this sound. This is the sound of frozen stone materials cracking on a large scale and longitudinal basis when we were doing architectural stress experiments.

Before I could figure it out, the surroundings suddenly shook, and the entire pit suddenly sank down, and the stone corridor below the pit collapsed. Everyone didn't react, and suddenly lost their balance. They all rolled down the slope like a slide, wrapped in bricks and fell into the sank of the wooden corridor.

Before I could get enough of my foresight, my butt became numb and I had fallen to a slope, and then the person slid straight down. Fortunately, there was a rope tied up. It was tightened and it didn't slide down. Then the surrounding tiles smashed the tiles on their heads.

My butt hurt so much that I covered my head and wanted to sit up, but the slope under my butt was too steep and my feet couldn't borrow any strength. I used my hand to block the bricks and asked others if there was anything. No one answered me, and only heard a series of curses and the collision of bricks.

It was finally difficult for the bricks to stop. I could only look up and look around. There were a lot of flashlights wrapped in the bricks. Some of them fell down the slope to the darkness below. Fortunately, these German goods used for climbing were solid and none of them broke. However, a little light came out from the gap between people and bricks, and it was still unclear. There was a big hole on my head, which was the broken stone corridor, and we slid down from it.

This should be the bottom of the Linggong Hall, in the empty space on the steep slope, we were falling on the steep slope. If there weren't a rope, we would have rolled down to the end.

Ye Cheng was hanging on my head and smashed it hard. I grabbed him and asked if there was anything. He replied that I had lunch and smashed it stupidly.

Monk Hua shouted in the dark: "Be careful that there may be a rice dumpling here. If you have a scout, you will take out your hooves! Fatty, where are you? Is there still something there to catch your feet?"

The fat man was the bottom, and we and the bricks all fell on him, which was really bad. He heard his moans coming from the pile of bricks: "I'm still holding them. I'm almost touching my thighs. I clamped him, and I'll pull me out soon. Otherwise, your fat man and my dick won't be able to save you!"

"That's my hand!" Pan Zi cursed on the side!

"Damn!" The fat man said angrily: "You can't even pick a fucking hooligan?"

There was no flashlight, and a few people who were not suppressed had to touch the bricks. They said that the bricks were pulled down the slope. Pan Zi dug them out for me first, but he clamped them with his hands and couldn't pull them out. We continued to dig them again. Soon the fat man also dug them out, feeling relieved, and gasped and said, "You guys are really willing to suppress me by being killed thousands of swords. Fortunately, I have brought the fat man with him, otherwise I will be in my position this time."

Pan Zi had no time to bicker with him and said, "Where is that thing on your feet?"

The fat man moved his feet in the dark, and seemed to feel it for a moment, saying, "It's gone! It's unlikely that he can still hold it if he falls like this. It may have hit us under the slope. How could there be rice dumplings in such a place?"

Monk Hua said: "It must be still nearby. Be careful, take the black donkey's hooves and find the flashlight first!"

I hurriedly touched the flashlight under the bricks, but I couldn't touch them. However, Ye Cheng touched them on one side and pulled out the pile of bricks. The surroundings suddenly became lit up. He picked them up and shone them down immediately.

I was under him, disgusted with blocking the flashlight. I was about to make him dim a little, but suddenly, when I saw Ye Cheng's face turned green in an instant.

When I saw his expression, I immediately started to sweat coldly, thinking to myself, was it next to me again? I quickly gritted my teeth and turned my head to look, and suddenly saw that on my shoulder, only one foot away from my nose, a purple and dry strange face suddenly poked out.

I was so scared that I said "Oh" and the person shrank back. He picked up a blue brick with his left hand and patted it. I didn't know if he had hit it, so he turned around and climbed up.

At this time, several other flashlights were dug out and they were lit up all at once. I climbed up a few steps because Ye Cheng was on it, so I couldn't let it go at all. I slid down again. When I looked to the side, I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

I saw that on the steep slope cliff underground in the Linggong Hall, layers of simple terraced protrusions were built. On these protrusions, these ancient corpses were almost neatly filled with frozen blue-purple corpses, layer by layer, looking like the Luohan Hall in the temple, huddled together, densely packed, with a hideous face. Judging from the body shape, they were obviously frozen to death, all of them meditated here like monks pinching. The black shadows could not see the heads of mistakes, and I don’t know how many of them were.

Ye Cheng was the least courageous here and said tremblingly: "Damn it, is this monk's corpse hiding pavilion with golden bodies?" As he said that, he was a little weak.

Chen Pi Asi held him down and waved his hand. He said to him, "Don't be afraid, it's just a corpse." As he said that, he pointed to my feet. I looked down and saw that there was a mummy in the tiles under our feet that had been stepped into powder.

"The dead people here are frozen like stones, and they can be broken as soon as they touch them." Chen Pia Si said, "These things are no longer able to transform, there should be no zongzi here."

"What was the one who grabbed my feet just now?" asked the fat man.

Chen Pi Ashi said, "Your feet may have hooked the corpse's hand just now. Otherwise, if it were the Zongzi, you thought you still have legs. If you don't believe it, look at your trouser legs."

The fat man looked down at the leg of his trouser that he had just grabbed the floor. Sure enough, there was a hole, a dry hand in a hook shape, right in the pile of bricks not far from his feet. I picked it up and saw it. It was extremely hard. It was impossible to stretch and grab someone's legs.

Suddenly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Pan Zi sighed exaggeratedly: "You are so brave, you will be wrong if you look at it."

The fat man was furious and wanted to refute but couldn't find a reason. He had to sulk somewhere and murmured: "The hand really grabbed my foot just now. I can't tell if I was hooked and caught? I don't believe it."

We shine the surroundings with a flashlight. This is the ground below the hall. The space is very large, because the corpses are densely packed and we can't see the end, but there are no other suspicious objects besides the corpses.

Pan Zi asked Monk Hua: "How come there are so many dead people here? I haven't even heard of it."

"It should be a partition for burial after dynasty. I can't understand this... I have no idea. The imperial tombs of any dynasty look like this... Who are these dead people?" Monk Hua said to himself.

I suppressed my fear and shone one of the dead with a flashlight. I found that the facial features of the corpse were well preserved, with eyes closed, wrinkles on my face, but I had no beard, and my whole body was covered with a layer of thin ice. What scares me is that the skin of these ancient corpses is blue-purple, with mouths wide open, and fangs growing inside.

"These may not be humans." The fat man looked at him and said, "Look at this tooth. A blow can bring someone's face."

"Not a human?" Ye Cheng's face turned pale again. "What is that? Monster?"

"It may be the legendary snowman. But these are hairless." The fat man started to talk nonsense.

"Fart," Mr. Hua shouted: "What monster snowman's? The teeth of these corpses were sharpened by themselves. This is a custom in the ancient shamanism. Later, because it was too troublesome, they replaced them with masks. These are definitely not the Jurchens of the Ming Dynasty. Look at the clothes of these corpses, they are very primitive, not the Jurchen or Mongolian style. Also, you see, some of the corpses are wrapped in linen, which is a mummy formed by ice burial."

I remembered the ice burial pit I saw on the night I camped in Xiaosheng Valley, and said, "Are these corpses the remains of the ancestors who dug out the ice burial site when Wang Zanghai was digging mountains and repairing the tomb?"

Monk Hua nodded: "It must be true. This fetal-shaped cave may have been a cemetery before. The ancient ancestors of the local area were ice-burying here, but the land of Wang Zanghai was planned as a fake burial tomb. These corpses must have been dug out when digging the cave."

The fat man asked: "If it's really like you said, why not burn it directly? What is the purpose of putting these corpses here?"

"Who knows, you see these mummies are so terrible. Shamanism has many primitive and weird witch-performing rituals and curses. It is said that they all need to be resided in corpses. The arrangement here may be related to shamanism. Maybe something strange will happen. Maybe we can't walk out no matter how hard we walk on it. It's because of these corpses, we have to be careful."

I remembered the corpse formation in the Qinling Mountains. It seemed that there were a large number of corpses. This kind of thing like ghosts hitting the wall would always happen. Is it really a traitor that was causing trouble?

Shamanism is not a complete religion. It is actually a primitive witchcraft, which means it has practical value and has a considerable connection with pharmacology and spiritual worship. My understanding of shamans is only trapped in the shamanist wizards dancing in Qing palace operas. However, it is said that shamanism is like the Chinese Qimen Dunjia, and has been lost in segments in history. Some good things were introduced into Tibetan Buddhism, and some evil things suddenly disappeared. From ancient books, we can see that many rituals of early shamanism in ancient times were extremely evil and perverse, with a large number of contents about curses and corpses, and witchcraft are closely related to witchcraft. The witchcraft is a belief in witchcraft. Do you have any common points between the two?

After hearing the Hua of Monk Hua, the fat man suddenly realized: "No wonder, when he entered this spiritual palace, he always felt burning under his feet and felt uncomfortable all over. It turned out that there were so many rice dumplings buried under him, and the conscience of Wannu's old man was really bad."

Monk Hua said, "I also speculate that the most important thing now is how to go out. Let's look for it separately. Is there any exit around?"

After saying that, Monk Hua said again: "But be careful. No matter how you say it looks a bit weird, there will always be hidden dangers of safety. The cliff here is too steep. Once something happens, you can't run away even if you want to."

Everyone agreed, the fat man could not wait long ago. Several people unbuttoned the carabiner, picked up the flashlight, and dispersed it, and began to carefully search on the steep gorge wall.

It is not a pleasant thing to move among so many corpses, but it is a bit strange that the more corpses you have, the more you feel less panicked. Maybe you are afraid that you will feel a reversal mood when you reach a certain level.

The corpses are extremely dense, and there is no space left for people to walk in the middle of each row. We almost squeeze through the gaps between the corpses and the corpses. The corpses are old and young, all of them are frozen like purple rocks. I saw that some people are carrying copper magic weapons, which are completely rusted and green. Almost all the lower bodies of the corpses are melted with the rocks below. You have to move them unless you break them down.

After searching for a long time, I didn’t get any gains in this direction. Seeing myself getting farther and farther away from others, I always felt uneasy. Just as I was about to pretend to find it and go back to the hole to ask others for the result, Pan Zi called out: “Fatty, what are you doing?”

We followed Pan Zi's voice and looked in the direction the fat man was looking for just now. We saw that the fat man stopped searching at some point. Instead, he squatted at us in the pile of corpses below, with his mouth open expressionlessly. At first glance, a blue-purple color appeared on his face, which was no different from the corpse beside him. I don't know what the hell was doing.
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