Chapter 3: Strange Face

Uncle San was confused at that time, his mind buzzed, and the pores on his scalp became hard. He shouted and let go. The secret door he lifted fell down again. He heard a bang, and it was hitting the strange face door.

Uncle San didn't care about how he smashed it, and immediately took a few steps back with conditioned reflexes, away from the sarcophagus, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He thought to himself what it was! Is there a zongzi in this ancient tomb that had already leaked its yin energy? It's impossible. The zongzi are all dead objects. As soon as the tomb chamber is opened, the tomb energy inside is leaking, and the air outside flows together. No matter how powerful the zombie is, it will inevitably fall into the zombie and start to rot again. There is no reason why the zombie can be transformed for decades.

And the strange face I saw just now is too difficult to describe. Uncle San had never seen such a terrifying face. It must be an ordinary Zongzi.

Could this be the legendary blood zongzi? Uncle San suddenly thought.

But he thought about it for a while and felt really unsure.

There are the most legends about blood corpses in Changsha, generally referring to ancient tombs dug out in red mud. No matter what the situation in the tomb is, they are called blood corpses tombs.

The red mud land is also called the blood land. If you shovel it, you can't explain how this kind of land was formed. However, in all Feng Shui schools, the statement about burying corpses in the blood land is surprisingly consistent, that is, it is suitable for deep burial. If burial is extremely strong, the descendants will definitely be extremely noble, but if relatives die, they may be the emperor, but all the family members will be killed.

Even though there is such a legend, many wealthy families still look for this strange land image in order to make their descendants stand out.

In order to escape evil spirits, they would find a poor family with the same surname before they were buried and adopt their children.

Then take it to your own home.

However, the world is as big as the treasure cave, as the sword cave. The blood land is rare in the world, and it is even more difficult to find than ordinary dragon veins. Later, a large number of Feng Shui masters saw that as long as it was a red mud land, even if it was a blood land, there must be an ancient tomb under the red mud land, and the ancient tomb must be a wealthy family. The burials are rich, so there is a legend like "blood corpse protecting treasures".

In modern Chinese history, there was an extremely important figure. His main grave was the Blood Land. At that time, a master set up a Feng Shui bureau to enter the grave at that time. According to legend, the grandfather of that figure might not even die normally.

This character later had a great position and power, but as the Feng Shui Count said. The evil spirit was too strong, and his immediate family members were basically dead. It was not until his ancestral tomb was destroyed that the situation began to improve. However, his earthly power was also declining.

Because the blood land is both true and false, and most of them are fake, my grandfather took the risk of getting down the shovel at that time, and he was lucky. Unexpectedly, a real guy was dug out of this shovel.

The real blood corpse tomb is extremely dangerous, which can be seen from the fact that there is no Wen Yu or verbally recording blood corpse in the world. Almost no one who has seen blood corpse escaped without saying anything. Grandpa is already a special example, and grandpa’s notes are not clear. He himself does not know what the blood corpse is like, and he doesn’t know how to restrain it. If the thing below is really a blood corpse, let alone ignore why it is still here, how to escape is a big problem.

The old man and his team must have brought black donkey hooves last time. At that time, each of them had 24 ground box cannons. No one left such equipment, which shows how dangerous the situation was. This time he was even worse.

Only a machete on your waist. Using a machete to chop the browns is equivalent to sharpening the knife. It is the stupidest behavior and has no use at all.

In the second time Uncle San retreated, his mind was like flying, but he had no idea about the blood corpse and had no idea of ​​a solution.

Just as he was shocked and didn't know what to do, suddenly a series of stones rubbed from the coffin. When he pressed it, he saw that the stone slab covering the dark room was actually pushing something up.

Uncle San saw that it was not good, so he actually wanted to come out!

He was also a little confused at that time, and he didn't know if he was thinking about something. When his mind was hot, he became murderous. He made up his mind and shouted loudly, and jumped into the coffin. He stomped his feet hard and stepped on the raised stone slab.

When I looked down, I saw a shriveled man's hand stretched out from under the stone slab. His nails were twice as long as his fingers. His whole hand was like a rusty bronze ware, covered with green flowers. Now I pressed him down.

It was caught in the gap.

When Uncle San saw the hand, he felt goose bumps on his back. He tried to pinch it off as soon as he stepped on it hard, but his hand was as hard as steel. After stomping on it a few times, he didn't react at all.

Then a force was lifted up under the stone slab. Uncle San was unable to stand firmly and almost fell down. He quickly lowered his body, stabilized his body, and held both sides of the coffin with both hands.

This is a battle between life and death. As long as the things below come out of the coffin, in this environment, Uncle San knew that he would die without a chance.

But human strength is limited. Uncle San pushed his arms a few times, and his arms were immediately reached their limit, and he could not use any more strength. The stone slab below was still pushed up little by little. Then, the strange face squeezed out from under the stone slab and looked at Uncle San expressionlessly.

The coffin was pitch black and not very visible. The faint ghostly face was also blurred. In the quiet voice, it could not be heard in the secret room. This situation was simply strange and inexplicable.

Uncle San's scalp suddenly became numb, and his pores almost contracted into his flesh. He thought he was going to be unlucky, what should he do? He lowered his head and looked at his waist, trying to find explosives on his body, but he already had the idea of ​​dying together.

After searching for a long time, the explosives were not found, but Uncle San saw the bottle of wine that he was locked in his waist. The Master Tu was always with wine for three meals, always carrying strong wine with him, which can protect the cold and also can enhance courage.

When Uncle San saw the wine bottle, his mind flashed and he thought of an idea.

All things in the world are born from water and destroyed by fire. He heard a Taoist priest say that the most direct way to deal with rice dumplings is thousands of kinds, such as black donkey hooves, which are tricks that are only used when they are absolutely impossible. Generally, when opening a coffin, when you find that the zongzi is transformed, you will pour white wine on it first, then carry the corpse with two pieces, throw the corpse out of the coffin and light it up, and no evil can be achieved.

Thinking of this, he immediately pressed his center of gravity, took out a bottle of wine from his waist with his left hand, and smashed it on the door of the strange face. The bottle shattered and the wine spilled the monster's face. Then, he took out a fire note and wiped it on the side. Then he reached towards the strange face. He thought to himself, I'm sorry, brother, it's not that I want to burn you, but we are really different from humans and ghosts, so you can feel at ease as a candle.

Huo Zhezi approached the strange face, and under the fire, the strange face became clear.

At this time, Uncle San suddenly stopped and found that something seemed wrong with this face.

The noise I heard when I opened the secret door just now, I met this thing for about half a second. With that scare, it was impossible to take a closer look at the appearance of the thing, and there was only a rough impression in my mind. But now, in the stalemate, the strange face was clearly imprinted in front of Uncle San's eyes.

At first glance, Uncle San felt that it was intimidating. He had never seen any zongzi before. It was wet and dry, and had two heads without heads, and was peaceful and ferocious. He was born with a big nerve. He had never been afraid of these things after he was 15 years old, but this face was so fucking evil.

The monster's face was bronze, with flesh contracted, and the skin cracked into scales. It was peeled up on one side, and both eyes had no pupils. Just you thought he was looking at you.

Uncle San thought that this didn’t look like a zongzi. No matter how ugly the zongzi looked, it had to look like a person. Why did this thing look like a snake? Isn’t this a monster?

And what made Uncle San wonder the most was that the more he looked at this face, he felt a sense of familiarity in his heart. He seemed to have seen it somewhere, but this was absolutely impossible, and his neck was filled with white sweat.

After a moment of stiffness, he didn't get the hand, and his own hand became less and less powerful. The monster squeezed out a little expressionlessly. Uncle San knew that he could not think about it anymore, so he threw the fire into his face and the fire suddenly started to coax it.

The wine that Uncle San likes is a green "burning knife". Shanghai people seem to be called mung bean roast. Uncle San drinks the wine brewed by the country people themselves. It is all base wine, and the degree is extremely high, so it can be cooked at a glance. He still likes to drink this wine, but for his grades, this wine is like a chronic poison.

The strange face suddenly drowned in the flames. I could no longer see clearly. The things on all sides began to sizzle white smoke, and the flesh began to melt, and an extremely unpleasant smell came to my nose.

Most of the burial objects in the coffin were covered with wet rotten silk, and now they were creaking.

Uncle San tried to hold his breath. After about six or seven minutes of fire, the alcohol was burned out. Uncle San found that this move had worked, and the power of the pushing upward slowly disappeared. As the fire became smaller and smaller, his face corroded, revealing the burned charred skeleton inside.

After burning for about ten minutes, all the flames were extinguished. Uncle San relaxed his feet and found that the power below had disappeared.

He was afraid that there would be a change in his defense, but he still didn't relax, and he still supported himself with one hand. He pulled out the machete at his waist with the other hand and fiddled with the skeleton.

After fiddling for a few times, he found that there was no reaction. Uncle San chopped his neck twice and cut off his neck bone. He then breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that this thing was really dead.

As soon as he relaxed, his whole body was exhausted, and the strength of his hands quickly disappeared. He sat in the coffin and gasped in a big breath. He thought that this time he was really fortune telling. He was also very clever, so some bragging when he went back.

But what exactly is this? Is such a terrible corpse really a blood corpse? He originally thought that the blood corpse must be full of blood, but it doesn't look like it.

Thinking of this, he picked up the flashlight on one side, bit it in his mouth, and once again pulled up the stone slab of the sarcophagus that was lowered.

The headless blood dumpling lying flat under the stone slab. It was a burly male mummy. The clothes had already rotted, and only a lot of strips of cloth were left to stick to their bodies, and the whole body was covered with bronze rust. The most terrifying thing was that it was covered with many skin folds similar to eyes.

Uncle San pressed its chest and felt as hard as iron. Fortunately, if he couldn't bear to bear it, he would not have to let him come out. The gun might not necessarily solve it. It would definitely be a life-threatening death.

He jumped into the coffin. He stepped on both sides, trying to pull the blood corpse out and take a closer look. At this time, Uncle San was suddenly stunned. An extreme chill rushed to his forehead from the soles of his feet.

He suddenly discovered that the bloody rice dumpling, which was huddled under the stone, was left with only a piece of his right arm! The part below his elbow had disappeared.
Chapter completed!