Shirley Yang and I watched the ritual scenes recorded around us while watching the "human-shaped execution pit". The more we looked, the more shocking it became. Although the composition of those ancient carvings was simple, the psychological impact they brought to people was no less than seeing with our own eyes. There were living people who were peeling their skins in front of us, and every stroke in the mural seemed to be covered in blood.

But the cruel and ruthless murals of murder rituals are the reality we must face. The iron rule has no room for flexibility. If you want to hold a ghost cave ritual, you need at least one person as the victim. There is no soul of the victim, just like there is no air and the candle cannot burn.

The simple and simple human figures in the mural can clearly distinguish "sacrificial" and "sacrificial". The entire process of sacrificing "snake bones" was completed by two priests. They were dressed in strange clothes and face masks. They first fixed a slave to the wall, and used sharp tools to peel off the slave's skin from the top of their heads. When the slave was not completely dead, they placed him in the stone trough that was executed on the ground to kill him. Then a "sacrifice" carried the dead sacrifice and entered the place where there were two pools of the altar, which was the main place for sacrificing snake bones. No matter what kind of ritual was to be performed, the dead and the "phoenix gall" must be sunk into the corresponding two pools at the same time. This seemed to be to maintain the balance of some kind of power.

The scene of the murder ceremony was too cruel. After watching it twice, I felt uncomfortable all over. It seemed that I could smell a heavy bloody stench in my nose, and felt disgusting and terrifying. I asked Shirley Yang, is there no other way? If the accomplices kill each other in order to survive, whether morally or from a conscience, it is unacceptable. To put it bluntly, the brothers and partners who eat together all serve rice in the same pot. Who can do the trick to whom? Point the gun at his comrades, even if he survives by chance, he will definitely fall into a state of doom. He can get rid of the curse of the ghost cave, but he will never be able to get rid of the curse of his conscience.

Shirley Yang obviously also had a very heavy psychological burden. I comforted her and said, "It's not a dead end yet. Let's think of other ways, and there will definitely be a solution." Although I said that, I was completely unsure of it. I just didn't want to face this cruel problem for the time being. It would be good to delay for a moment.

The stone troughs and walls that held the skinning and murder ceremony were unbearable to watch. We returned to the hall with two pools. Ah Xiang was sobbing gently beside Uncle Ming, holding his broken hand. Uncle Ming's eyes were dull, and he sat down with his head down on the wall. The fat man squatted on the ground, watching a strange crystal bowl. When he saw Shirley Yang and I come back, he called us over and see together.

I had already seen this transparent crystal bowl when I came in, but it did not attract my attention. At this moment, I saw something strange. When I came to the front, I said strangely: "This is a bit like a timekeeping object."

The body of the crystal bowl is like a small water tank, connected to the mountain of Yushan, but it is integrated, and there is no way to see where the interface is. I don’t know when, a thin dark green crystal sand leaked from above, and the bottom of the bowl has accumulated a layer. I looked in the direction of the ground flowing out of the "crystal sand". At the interface with the mountain, there was a black evil ghost mural, with a blurry and unrecognizable face, but I felt that it was the "Big Black Sky Hit Mountain" in the tunnel. Is this crystal bowl that is constantly injecting quicksand an ancient timer? What is the function of it placing here inexplicably? I had a bad idea in my mind, but it was as blurred and hazy as the black shadow. Although my mind was very confused, I still felt that this thing that calculates time was not a good thing.

The fat man said to us: "As soon as I came in, I found that this thing began to flow into crystal sand. Judging from my appreciation of antiques and aesthetic tastes, this thing has some tricks and tricks. It is better to let us... move it back as a souvenir to collect it."

I was puzzled in my heart, so I shook my head to the fat man, nodded again, and said without comment. Shirley Yang suddenly said, "Maybe after we entered the altar, we accidentally touched some mechanism, and the crystal bowl began to count down. If we had not completed the ceremony before the flowing sand was filled, then..." As he said that, he turned his eyes to the evil ghost mural like a black shadow.

I suddenly realized that yes, this underground altar is the core of the holy land of the evil Luohai people, and it cannot be entered or exited casually. If the ceremony is not held for a certain time, the "Big Black Sky Hit Mountain" in the tunnel will be placed into the altar from the white tunnel. We don't know what the black shadow-like thing is. It seems to be some kind of evil substance existing in the crystal stone and the "monitor" of the altar. So how much time is left?

Judging by the speed of flowing sand injection and the size of the crystal bowl, we have no more than two and a half hours to three hours. We must complete the cruel skinning "killing ceremony" within this time.

Faced with this endless countdown on death, our heartbeat began to accelerate. It seemed that what flowed out was not "crystal sand", but the soul was constantly gushing out of our body. Shirley Yang said that time was still rich, but staying in the altar in Yushan and staring at the flowing sand could only suddenly increase the pressure in our hearts. Let's retreat to the stone stem sky beam outside and discuss how to deal with this matter.

Fatty and I had this intention, so we took A Xiang and Uncle Ming and left the evil altar cave temporarily, sat under the stone statue near Tianliang, thinking about our own thoughts, and fell into a long silence.

Finally, I spoke first, and continued to come into contact with various religious legends about "ghost cave", "snake bone", "image space" and never heard of it, which gradually made me have a rough idea of ​​"bottomless ghost cave". I told Shirley Yang about my concept.

The wise ghost cave tribe is called "ghost cave", and the "Evil Luohai People" does not have this name. They directly call it "snake bones". They are some corpses from imaginary spaces and should never exist in our present world. The abyss-like cave is the memory in the corpse's mind. The "Evil Luohai People" believe that the world is a cycle of reincarnation of life and death. After this world is destroyed, another world will be born, and the cycle is continuous. All worlds are one, and the "snake bones" will also be resurrected in that world. They worship it by constantly sacrificing their lives, hoping that the Evil Luohai People can also survive in another world.

If you understand the legend of the ghost cave from another perspective, you will find that these legends have surprising similarities with the ancient Chinese Feng Shui secret techniques. Feng Shui is not the "dragon sand cave water direction". In the final analysis, it is the pursuit of "harmony between man and nature". What is "harmony between man and nature"? "Heaven" means heaven and earth, world, and "man" means humans, including various creatures and lives. In the concept of "harmony between man and nature", they do not exist independently, but are one, and are a whole. According to Shirley Yang's words, it is like the "hologram theory of the universe" in later generations.

In the theory of "harmony between man and nature", the two qi of yin and yang are proposed. Although they are divided into two poles, since they are one, there is also a point of fusion. This area is the "Dragon Pill" of the Ancestral Dragon Earth Vein. The "Dragon Pill" buried deep in the Kunlun Mountains is the place where vitality is gathered. When you look up, you can see the crystal veins above your head. Some of them have turned black, and some are shining brightly. The lifespan of one dragon vein has reached, and another new dragon vein begins to appear again. This is the so-called life-and-death exchange. In the whole world, I am afraid that only this clock is rare under the dragon head in Karamir. This is the place where the fusion and mixing of "yin" and "yang", so the evil Luohai people will cultivate the altar at a critical position where the arc of Xuan crosses. Although the ancients were primitive and ignorant, perhaps their understanding of all things in nature is far deeper than that of modern people.

The curse of the ghost cave, whether it is a virus infected through the eyes or a resentment from the evil god, is to eliminate it the most direct and effective way to eliminate it is to put a cursed sacrificial corpse in the opposite position from the "Phoenix Gallbladder" into two pools in the dragon pill, and cut off the connection. The murals in the altar record that this passage has been closed in one time and the passage has been closed. Although the ghost cave and shadow evil Luohai City, including the marks on our bodies, they have become things in reality and there is no harm. Until a new sacrificial ceremony is held, the altar cannot be destroyed, otherwise it will have a great impact on the pattern of mountains and rivers. What will it cause be difficult to estimate.

I looked at the time and unknowingly, I had discussed with Shirley Yang for an hour and thought of many possibilities, but the final result was still the same as the previous conclusion. No victim, all of them had to die in the altar.

The fat man listened for a long time but couldn't get into the mouth. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he at least understood a little and said, "Isn't the victim simple? Isn't this ready-made? A small amount is not a gentleman, but a non-toxic husband..." As he said that, he looked at Uncle Ming. The meaning was already very obvious. I can understand the potential lines: no one is more suitable than an old Hong Kong farmer. Anyway, he asked himself. He said it 860 times and did not let him follow us, and he insisted on following us. Now his head is stupid. In addition, he is much older than us. Whoever is older in the ghost cave is the curse of the ghost cave dies first. So he is not much different from the dead now. We don't need to carry forward the spirit of revolutionary humanitarianism. According to Lao Hu's words, it is called sacrificing himself to hell to save the world, and it is a good result. It is gratifying.

When Ah Xiang heard this, her face turned pale. She couldn't even cry. She hugged Shirley and begged: "Sister Yang, please don't kill my godfather. Only my godfather cares about me in this world, and I have no other relatives."

Shirley Yang advised her not to worry, and then said to me: "This thing cannot be done. You know I am religious. I would rather die by myself than do things that violate humanity. Although Uncle Ming may not live tomorrow at this time, if we kill him, how can we face our conscience? The Lord teaches us..."

I said to Shirley Yang: "Your master said something nonsense that is not painful and itchy. I don't want to listen to him, but you are right. We have done something morally unreasonable under life. Not to mention anything else, just the rules of the lieutenant's lieutenant, you count, we have all committed all the things that can be violated. It can be said that the moral window paper has been pierced, but it is still different from the fact that one finger is penetrated through the window. I still can't do such a ruthless thing and can't do it."

Shirley Yang felt relieved when he saw me saying this, and said, "If only one person must die, I..."

I knew that Shirley Yang always felt that many people had been implicated in the incident of going to the desert ghost cave, and felt guilty. She was a very willful person. At this time, she was afraid that she was planning to die in the altar so that we could survive. So before she could finish her words, she quickly interrupted her. Everyone looked at me and thought I had come up with something. I was confused. Looking at Uncle Ming’s unswerving expression, a trace of murderous intent appeared in his heart, but his rational side was also

When I forcibly restrained my own thoughts, all kinds of contradictory thoughts were entangled in complexity, my mind was full of pain, and I felt like my headache was about to crack. I looked at my watch again. The death timeline of death was constantly shortening. Seeing that the fat man was throwing the "phoenix gall" into his hands and playing, I snatched it: "Be careful to fall to the bottom of the Tianliang, the water below. If this bead is gone, no one will survive. Is this a toy?"

The fat man said dissatisfiedly: "Why did you suddenly become soft-hearted today? Actually, I saw that Uncle Ming was suffering from living now, and he was stupid and depressed. I felt so worried. Let's take this opportunity today and send him quickly. It would be a good result. Sister Axiang, don't be reluctant to let your godfather die. If you don't let him die, it's a drag on your godfather's back and delay him. If you pass this village, there is no store. If you die tomorrow, it's not considered dying to save the world, then it will be a good result. Maybe you will have something to give up in your next life. And... and there is the most important reason. Don't forget that Uncle Ming is already in a concussion and is stupid. He doesn't know anything. Instead of..."

A Xiang was speechless by the fat man's theory. She was about to continue crying, but suddenly she heard Uncle Ming, who had not sat there and did not respond, moaned softly: "Oh... it hurts so much. Is my old life still alive?"

Seeing that Uncle Ming's consciousness had recovered, he was surprised. Uncle Ming seemed very weak and his eyes were scattered. He said that he had just fallen from the crystal stone at the bottom of the clouds and hung up his helmet. He hit something hard, and then he didn't know anything. He asked where this was?

As Xiang told him what happened just now, Uncle Ming stroked A Xiang's head and sighed: "Oh, where is Brother Hu, this miserable child? I... I have something to say to him."

I saw Uncle Ming's angry look and knew that his life was only in a short while. Was he asking me to explain something? So I squatted in front of Uncle Ming and said to him: "If you have anything, just say it."

Uncle Ming asked Shirley Yang and the fat man to avoid it first. They knew that Uncle Ming was about to talk about A Xiang's marriage, so they had to take a few steps back. Uncle Ming said to me in tears: "Actually, since I learned the name of this Thunder Mountain, I have been prepared. This time I seemed to have injured my internal organs. This is God's will. Everything is God's will. Since no one dies, no one can leave alive... Then I will accept my fate... But A Xiang, I can't worry, you must agree to me and take good care of her in the future." As he said that, he grabbed A Xiang's hand with difficulty, trying to hold her hand for me.

I saw that Uncle Ming was about to die, and his words were good, and his bird was about to die, and his singing was sad. I suddenly felt a sense of sorrow in my heart, so I held Axiang's hand and agreed in my mouth: "Don't worry about these things. Although I may not marry her, I will always take care of her like my dear sister. I will never give her any drinks if I eat dry food."

Uncle Ming's eyes showed a look of relief. He wanted to hold my other hand. When I was separated for life and death, I was also quite moved. I was about to stretch out my other hand to hold it with him. In a daze, I saw a strange light in Uncle Ming's eyes that was not easy to detect. I suddenly thought that I was holding the "phoenix gall" in my other hand, and there was a flash of lightning in my mind: "Mom, this play is really done, but I almost got angry if I think of Mr. Hu!"

But after all, my reaction was a little slower. In less than a second, Uncle Ming snatched the "Phoenix Gallbladder" and rolled away from the ground. I still had a hand holding A Xiang. I quickly shook off her hand and wanted to pounce on Uncle Ming's legs to pull him. But here is not far from the edge of the Tianliang. Below is a crystal stone like a mirror maze, and there is water in some places. The "Phoenix Gallbladder" that concerns the life and death of all people is likely to fall down in the fight. I was afraid of the mouse and did not dare to exert force, so I didn't even snatch him.
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