Holy Bone

Chapter 1169 See also the Clay Jar with the Head of an Ancient Warlock

In the darkness, Jin An squinted his eyes and remained still, concentrating on looking at the world behind the darkness.

As the pupils focused, Jin An gradually saw some outlines.

There seems to be a large space outside the eight trigrams stone plate, and there seems to be something vaguely lying on the ground.

Those shadowy things were just like him, standing still, and there were not a few of them.

The dark world at this time is terribly quiet, so quiet that a needle can be heard.

If Jin An possessed a living person and could hear his own heartbeat in the dark, of course, Liu Guang would have died a long time ago, and his body was already cold.

After waiting quietly for a while, seeing that there was no danger around him for the time being, Jin An walked out of the gossip stone plate according to his blurred vision, and groped on a cliff. Soon his eyes lit up and he touched something.

Sure enough, the thing I vaguely saw just now was the torch.

Liu Guang had a fire pocket on his body. Jin An took out the fire pocket and lit the torch. The faint fire emitted a faint yellow light, barely illuminating an area of ​​his body.

He also finally saw clearly what those prostrate objects were, they were dead people tightly wrapped in sacks, their body outlines were clearly visible, their hands bound behind their backs, their legs bent together, their upper body resting on the ground, making a face-facing posture. The strange posture of prostrate worship on the eight trigrams stone plate.

Perhaps it was because of the rotting corpse and the water overflowing from the corpse. The burlap bag was soaked and turned black, and it was clearly visible that there was a layer of black and oily luster, which had long lost the original color of the sackcloth.

Moreover, the heads of these dead people are all missing, with neat fractures, and they died of beheading and offering sacrifices.

Holding a torch in his hand, Jin An roughly counted these headless dead men in strange postures. There were probably hundreds of them, prostrate in the direction of the eight trigrams stone plate in a half-fan shape to worship.

Behind the gossip stone plate is a stone wall.

Logically speaking, these people were sacrificed and beheaded here, and their heads would not be too far away. Jin An searched around for a while, and he really found something.

In the corner, he found a hidden pit. There was a lot of rancid black mud deposited in the pit, and he could also see a lot of bones, including cattle and sheep. Besides, there were many clay pots and jars.

Looking at the rotten black mud, Jin An had a bad feeling, but he still chose to jump into the pit, put the torch in his hand into the black mud, and dug out one of the clay pots from the black mud.

The black mud was very smelly. Fortunately, Liu Guang, who was possessed by Jin An, was dead and could hold his breath, so it had little effect on him.

The clay jar was sealed tightly. Jin An picked up the clay jar and shook it. There was a dull sound inside, like liquid shaking?
"Could it be wine?"

"Before the Warring States period, the food production was low. I have indeed heard of people using wine syrup as funeral or sacrificial offerings. It is not uncommon to find wine jars that have been sealed for thousands of years from ancient tombs."

He took out a sharp dagger from the leggings, pried along the edge of the seal, and found that the clay pot was quite tightly sealed, which made Jin An even more interested.

The ancients had limited sealing conditions. The only adhesives made from glutinous rice and egg whites that could keep the seals intact for thousands of years. The sound of liquid shaking should be the unique wine of that era.

It took some effort to finally pry it open, and Jin An stared at the mouth of the bottle, just in line with the two straight dead eyes.

There is no good wine in the clay pot, it is clearly a dead head soaked in a special black liquid, which miraculously survives for thousands of years, with black hair, white pupils, nose and facial features all intact.

It's just a little swollen after soaking for a long time.

It was also thanks to meeting Jin An, he was used to seeing dead people, he was bold and didn't shy away from such things, although he was a little surprised at first, he didn't throw the clay pot out in surprise.

Well, he is now possessed by a dead person, so when a dead person sees a dead person, it's like seeing a fellow countryman, and the eyes are moved when they meet each other.

The mouth of the clay pot is so small that a human head can't be inserted into it at all. Ordinary people may not be able to understand how this complete head is put in, but Jin'an has seen the way at a glance, because he has seen such a thing in the cave of an ancient magician in the underworld. clay pot with human head.

Although slavery was abolished very early in this land, some small countries still retained slavery during the Warring States Period, and it was not until the Qin and Han Dynasties that unified the world that slavery was completely eradicated. This clay pot with human heads was a special product that was popular in that special era.

The offspring of slaves are also slaves. Generally, when the slaves are very young, they put their heads in clay pots and raise them. This slave does not need to work, but only needs to eat, drink, sleep or take panacea every day. Fat, implying a person whose soul and body are pure. When he grows up to adulthood, he cuts off his head with a knife and seals it in a clay jar, so that a pure soul and body can be completely preserved. It is considered the best living sacrifice or It is the introduction of the elixir.

The first reaction of normal people is that this way of raising slaves is so cruel, but the biggest irony is that this kind of slaves have the longest life expectancy and do not require high-intensity labor. They only need to eat, drink and sleep every day. Even if you break your head, you have to fight for it.

It can be said that they are ignorant, they are numb, they can be said to be like ostriches, but they are undeniably a way of survival in that era.

This is the tomb of the great general of the Warring States Period. Jin'an was not surprised to find a clay pot with a human head here. This kind of brutal sacrifice method was only popular in the Warring States Period for a while.

"Could it be that the tomb of the great general in the Warring States Period is a fake, and the place where the ancient warlocks retreated to make alchemy is real? The tomb of the great general is just a way to hide people's eyes and ears?" This conjecture is what surprised Jin'an.

"Hiding in the cemetery to make alchemy? Could it be an evil magician who can't see the light?"

Jin An pondered for a moment, and then he dug out more than a dozen clay jars, and used a dagger to pry them open one by one, and found that not all clay jars were filled with human heads, but also bronze vessels, rotten seeds, bronze knives and coins, etc. clay pots, but mainly clay pots with human heads.

"There are so many sacrificial objects. Could it be that my preconceived guess is wrong? These clay pots with human heads are not medicine primers for alchemy, but are they funeral sacrifices arranged by the owner of the tomb?"

Jin An always felt that he could not satisfy his curiosity unless he opened all these clay pots, so he spent a little more time digging out all the clay pots in the pit by stepping on the rotten black mud, and found a total of one One hundred and eight clay pots with human heads are all soaked in the mysterious black liquid, with their eyes open and uncorrupted for thousands of years.

(End of this chapter)