Holy Bone

Chapter 1659: The Origin of the Shock Wave

The multi-legged human-flesh tripod before us not only has its body twisted and deformed to imitate the appearance of a tripod, but even the tripod's relief patterns have been reproduced.

The muscles on the surface of the multi-legged human flesh tripod can be seen, highlighting each picture.

A portrait entirely outlined by muscle lines, with clear muscle textures between the lines. Staring at it for a long time can easily make people feel strange.

Without strong psychological qualities, let alone looking carefully for clues, it would be difficult to even look straight ahead calmly.

The portrait outlined by those muscle lines is a grand ceremony in which all the people are offering sacrifices and kneeling to pray for blessings. The picture is very grand, and there are auspicious signs from the sky accompanied by auspicious beasts, divine birds and cranes.

The auspicious image drawn through the dead body's muscle texture always gives people a creepy feeling. The longer you stare at it, the more weird it feels. It is really difficult to associate the dead body parts with the auspicious image.

Rui Zhao didn't notice it, but the weird and awkward feeling in his mind was gradually increasing.

The longer you stare at it, the more obvious the feeling becomes.

Even the graphic details of the tripod could be reproduced, which further confirmed his previous guess that the painful and twisted dead face was the source of the first cannibal's initial shock and must have seen the real Gewu Xianding.

Not only have I seen it before, but I have also seen it up close, otherwise how could I have replicated even the details of the pictures and texts?

Headless Jin'an followed the muscle texture image of Wanmin Qifu, his eyes moving continuously upwards, and finally stopped at the top of the multi-legged human flesh tripod.

  This is a square tripod with a hollow space in the middle for holding things. He was curious whether this human flesh tripod was solid or hollow. If it was hollow, what would be placed in the human flesh tripod?

The human flesh cauldron was as tall as a person. From his perspective, he could not see what was inside the cauldron. However, Headless Jin'an was indeed a man of great skill and courage. He simply stepped on the knee of one of the legs of the human flesh cauldron and stood on the cauldron to check closely whether there was anything inside the cauldron.

Just based on this courage, Headless Jin'an is strong enough inside and it is impossible for him to be affected by the human flesh cauldron and become psychologically distorted.

Under the illumination of the soul-guiding lamp, one could see a cauldron of human flesh filled with blood. The blood was as still as a mirror, reflecting the lantern candlelight.

No wonder the smell of blood was much stronger than outside as soon as we entered this storage room. It turned out that there was a pot of blood in here.

The blood is very dark in color, and I wonder if there is anything else in it... Headless Jinan thought to himself.

This is not a problem for him.

He has Erlang Zhenjun's water-controlling talisman with a Yin De level of 6.6 million on him. Erlang Zhenjun is the god of water, so controlling water is easy for him.

He was not a person who was indecisive. He acted as soon as he thought of it. He sacrificed the water talisman of Master Erlang on the spot. An invisible hand parted the blood and water, and he wanted to find out what was at the bottom of the human flesh cauldron.

As a result, just as he was about to use the yellow talisman to cast a spell and find out the truth, something strange happened in this small storage room.

  boom!

The storeroom door slammed shut, as if slammed by an enraged man, and the sound was so loud that it seemed as if the whole ship had been struck by a heavy artillery fire.

Even people's hearts were startled by the sudden loud noise.

Headless Jinan's attention was directly distracted, and his headless neck subconsciously turned to look towards the door.

It was just too dark here. Apart from darkness, there was nothing to see, not even the shadow of a door, let alone anything that had entered the storage room. The darkness was now dead silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Fortunately, Headless Jin'an's wind-borrowing technique kept him alert to the surrounding environment at all times. He never let his guard down and no movement could escape his perception.

With the help of the flow of wind, he could clearly sense that there was nothing unusual inside or outside the door. The door had just closed heavily because it was closed by itself. In the entire storage room, apart from him and the multi-legged human tripod under his feet, no third person had entered.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Headless Jin'an snorted in his heart, no longer paying attention to the direction of the door, and continued to search for the blood in the human flesh cauldron.

However, just as he turned his back to the door, the sound of wind suddenly came from the storage room which had returned to silence. The wind grew stronger and stronger, like the howling of a cold winter wind.

  Snow?

Snowing?

Headless Jin'an raised his hand and looked at the white snowflakes falling in his palm, and was stunned.

The pure white and flawless snowflakes form an extreme color contrast with the bloody world, bringing a strong visual impact and spiritual shock.

At this time, the sound of wind and snow in the storage room was still getting stronger. Bang, the wooden door that was closed heavily just now was slammed open by the wind and snow this time, and a huge noise was heard again. A large amount of wind and snow blew in from outside the door, as if being in a blizzard.

It was snowing and windy in the claustrophobic cabin, which was abnormal in itself. As they got closer to the truth, strange things started happening around them one after another.

Headless Jin'an threw away the snowflakes in his hand. He didn't want to pay attention to these external interferences and planned to explore the truth about the human flesh cauldron first. However, during this brief distraction, when he shifted his gaze from the snowflakes to the human flesh cauldron again, the scene in front of him changed, and he appeared in a log house with air leaks on all sides.

The door was blown open by the wind and snow, revealing a world of ice and snow covered with thick snow. Along with the howling of raging winds, a severe snowstorm was blowing outside the house.

  boom!

boom!

The wooden door that was blown open by the wind and snow was constantly opened and closed by the cold wind, making a banging sound.

The sound of the door banging against the wind and snow was the same as the one he heard in the storage room.

Headless Jinan looked around the very simple log house and found that there were no other objects in the house except some solid and durable but very simple log tables and beds.

The hut is not big, and everything is in sight. It is too shabby here, so shabby that it doesn’t look like anyone lives here. Instead, it looks more like an abandoned wooden house in a world of ice and snow…

Looking at the wooden door that was still opening and closing, the man came to the door and found something to jam the wooden door. This time his ears were quiet again. Next, he tried to walk out of the snowy wooden house.

The Taoist robe rustled in the snowstorm. Headless Jin'an walked around the wooden house in a circle, stepping on the snow that was deep and shallow. Here was an endless snow-capped mountain range. The snow-capped mountains stretched to the horizon, and there was only one house nearby that could shelter from the wind and snow.

In the frozen world, he looked at a frozen river. The river was as wide as a river, and was completely frozen by the wind and snow, reflecting light as brightly as a mirror.

The thin figure of Headless Jin'an stood in the vast snowy mountains. He was a martial arts immortal with a physique different from that of ordinary people, and he was not afraid of the windy and snowy weather here.

“Is this where the source begins?”

Headless Jin'an quietly observed the surroundings of the snow-capped mountain. As he was trapped, he was not in the least anxious to escape.