Holy Bone

Chapter 1666 Burial Pit, Burial Ground

After a day's journey, everyone was exhausted. The bearded man and his companions quickly ate some hot food and went to bed early.

A bonfire on the ground was crackling, dispelling the darkness of the snowy mountain and warming people's cold hands and feet.

These woods for burning were all dug out from the smashed and destroyed ruins of the shrine of Tubo the Great. The shrine is full of well-carved wooden platforms, wooden bases, and wooden frames... From this, we can see that the scale of the construction of Tubo the Great was very large.

Seeing these people skillfully digging out wood from the ruins to use as firewood further confirmed Wutou Jin'an's guess that the murderers who destroyed the temple of Emperor Tubo, even if they were not the few people in front of him, were also in the same group.

Therefore, it is understandable that Tubo Emperor, who is in charge of the underworld, did not protect many people in the snow mountains.

After all, you have torn down the statue. It is very generous of the gods not to vent their anger on you, a blasphemer.

Moreover, if even the statue of the deity is gone, it will be impossible for the saint to manifest his Dharma body in the human world, and naturally it will be impossible for him to observe the sufferings of the world and drive out evil and punish harm.

This is all a cycle of cause and effect.

You reap what you sow, and this is true for all things.

Headless Jin'an ignored the others' rest. He walked back to the dark cave entrance and stood still, staring at the entrance, as if he was seeing through the deep darkness, trying to find clues about the Gewu Immortal Cauldron from the bottom of the cave.

When he saw the demolished ruins of the Tubo Emperor's shrine and then looked at the cave in front of him, Headless Jin'an had another guess in his mind.

Logically speaking, this cave is buried deep under the foundation of the divine temple, and it is impossible for anyone to discover the secret passage. The Gewu Immortal Cauldron will be permanently sealed in a dark and closed underground in a foreign country, and no one will ever care about it again. This is a perfect plan to seal the demon.

However, our predecessors underestimated one thing: this was a foreign country, and no one from Kangding Kingdom could find it. But the people of this land also lacked knowledge of Emperor Tubo.

When religious fanatics see that other gods are enshrined here, they will vent their anger by destroying things to show their devout belief in their local gods.

The Demon-Sealing Cave, which had never seen the light of day, was accidentally discovered due to vandalism, which led to a series of subsequent events.

There is nothing perfect in this world.

After figuring this out, Headless Jin'an jumped into the dark cave. This jump was like stepping over the gates of hell. The temperature in the cave dropped sharply.

The chilly wind chilled me to the bone.

The cold wind on the snowy mountains is dry and cold, while the chill in the caves is damp and cold. No matter how many layers of clothes you wear, it still can’t stop the chill in your bones or the loss of body temperature.

But in this kind of gloom, there was an additional unique smell, like a lot of accumulated turbid corpse qi.

The bottom of the cave was not deep, only about two zhang deep. Because he had no head and no eyes, the eyes did not have to adapt to the darkness. Under the illumination of the green candlelight of the soul-guiding lamp in his hand, he could see the environment in the cave clearly at a glance.

Corpse!

Many corpses were piled up under the cave!

The corpses were piled one on top of the other, so densely packed that their number was too great to count.

It is estimated that there are at least five hundred bodies.

So many corpses were piled up under the foundation of the shrine of Emperor Tubo, under the control of Emperor Tubo.

The snowy mountains are not conducive to the decomposition of corpses, so these corpses have become wind-dried mummies with a layer of frost on the surface.

The confined environment did not affect Headless Jinan's spiritual observation at all. He quickly noticed that these mummies had two common characteristics.

First, they were all soldiers wearing light armor of the Kangding Navy. Second, they all had bloating, and they had all become mummies, but their stomachs did not collapse or shrink, but remained bloated.

This result surprised Wutou Jinan.

I didn't expect that this was the burial place of the Shenzhou fleet, and the Gewu Immortal Cauldron was not found here.

No wonder a shrine to the Great Emperor Tubo was set up here, which was specially used to suppress corpses and ward off evil spirits.

When he first saw those big-bellied corpses, he had already guessed the cause of death of these people. They were all possessed by evil spirits and suffered from cannibalism.

With such a large-scale burial pit and so many bodies of those possessed by evil spirits, it seems that a large-scale civil strife has broken out in the Shenzhou fleet.

Of the huge fleet consisting of dozens of ships, only one Shenzhou returned in the end. It is not difficult to guess that even if this civil strife was successfully quelled, it would be a tragic victory at a great cost.

Headless Jinan noticed that there were some corpses lying on the ground in a mess, and these corpses showed obvious signs of having been stripped and searched.

It seems that someone wants to make money from the dead.

Headless Jinan raised his neck slightly and glanced at the bearded men above the cave.

No wonder these people dare to spend the night here. It turns out that they have stolen corpses and searched the dead here, and they know that the dead here will not come back to life and cause trouble.

"The bodies in this burial pit are so densely packed that it seems to be completely filled. According to normal logic, there must be more than one burial pit and Tubo Emperor's shrine on this icy land."

If the fleet really suffered heavy casualties, it would be impossible for one burial pit to bury so many people.

Just as he was taking a closer look at the layout of the burial pit, there was a creaking sound.

The air was chilly and eerie, and from the burial pit filled with white frozen corpses, a faint sound could be heard. The sound was very light, and at first it sounded like the grinding of mice secretly gnawing on wooden beams in the dead of night. Then when I listened again, I realized that the sound came from beside my feet. Upon careful listening, it was clearly the sound of mice gnawing on the frozen corpses. Something was stealing the corpses here!

Headless Jin'an landed on the ground and walked silently to the source of the sound. The gnawing sound came from the bottom of a pile of corpses. He did not alert the enemy, but drew the long knife from his waist and quietly dug up the frozen soil under his feet.

The permafrost layers were as hard as steel and could not be cut through by swords or axes. However, the knife in his hand was not an ordinary steel knife. His magical weapon could cut through iron like mud and he could dig through the permafrost layers with ease.

As the hole he dug in the frozen soil grew larger, the noise of gnawing on corpses became clearer. Finally, he found a crack in the ground under the pile of corpses. In the crack, there was a human face hiding under the pile of corpses, greedily biting and chewing.

The human face did not notice that someone was holding a green candle lantern and watching him. He was still gnawing on the corpses. The corpses were frozen hard in the cold weather, and his teeth made sharp grinding sounds. Every time he bit off a piece of dead flesh, he would bite off several layers of ice chips, and he was chewing the dead flesh and ice chips in his mouth.

The dead bodies here were piled up densely. Someone was stealing corpses from the bottom, breaking the balance of the pile. The pile of corpses in the burial pit collapsed, and the frozen corpses flowed down like a white mudslide.

If it weren't for Headless Jin'an's constant alertness, he would have avoided the fate of being buried alive in the pile of corpses.

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The low sound of gnawing on the corpse was still there, but it couldn't stop him from continuing to gnaw greedily. It was like the sound of a mouse gnawing on a beam in the middle of the night, and someone would pat the wall, and after a moment of silence, it would go back to grinding its teeth.

But it’s better this way, so he doesn’t have to look for it again.

Just when he was about to dig out the face again, the bearded man and his companions, who heard the noise, threw down a torch to check the situation.