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Chapter 424 Strange Tower
The child's face was lifeless, obviously a corpse, but his cheeks seemed to be shaking.

The iron donkey was still moving his fists. He hit so hard just now that his fists hurt a little.I specifically pointed to the child's cheeks, which attracted the attention of the iron donkey.

He stared at it for a while, and cursed, "Damn it!"

Iron Donkey was about to take out the dagger, and seemed to want to open the child's cheeks to see what was going on.

I stopped the iron donkey, which means let me come.Afterwards, I deliberately used a dagger to draw a cross on the child's cheek, and after opening it again, the organizational structure here was exposed in front of us at a glance.

The two of us could see clearly that there were many white worms distributed in the child's cheeks, which were exactly the same as the worms exuded by the female monk.

Of course I don't think that the child was played with by the nuns, it is very likely that the worms were planted in another way.

In order to get more information, I dissected the child's thoracic and abdominal cavity again, using a straight line. After opening the incision, I felt a little sick.

His internal organs were covered with bugs.His fingers and toes were still slightly responsive, shaking.

In this way, I really don't know if he is alive or not.

Iron Donkey stood up without saying a word, and looked at the secret door of the bookcase to make sure that there were no other "corpses" of children inside.

He walked up to the child again and tried to pick him up.I misunderstood Tie Lu and said to him, "We can't take the child away today, can we?"

In addition, if you think about it carefully, we are no longer in the special case team, and we don't have the advanced equipment to study the child's corpse.

Iron Donkey replied that he was not interested in the child's corpse at all, and stuffed the corpse into the secret door of the bookcase.

With the secret door closed, the child continued to be immersed in darkness.

I discussed with Iron Donkey, what should I do next?Iron Donkey thought for a while, then turned his pocket again, and took out the jelly he had just collected.

He spread it out and showed it to me, then asked, "This thing has a spicy and pungent smell, will it scare the bugs?"

I sniffed it deliberately, and nodded affirmatively. I even suspected that it was a concentrated insecticide.

Iron Donkey analyzed that the reason why this thing is spread in the corridor must be to prevent the strange corpses in each room from escaping, because there are parasites on the strange corpses, and the parasites are afraid of these jelly.

I think what Iron Donkey said makes sense.The iron donkey pointed upward again and said that there are three floors here. Since the glue can seal the doors of each house, it doesn't hurt for us to go around and have a look.

I said yes, we both abandoned this place and ran to the second floor.

Of course, when the two of us went up the stairs, we had a hard time, and we saw a big footprint on one of the stairs.

I was terrified by this footprint. For comparison, it was half the size of my foot. I thought to myself, isn't this a giant?
But we came to the second floor vigilantly, and did not see the giant appearing.The second floor is similar to the first floor, and they are all closed small rooms.

Iron donkey means that there is nothing to see on the second floor for the time being.Go to the third floor.

I actually wanted to open a room to have a look, but the iron donkey didn't wait for me, and he got stubborn and walked up, so I could only let him go.

When we got to the third floor, we found that it was different here.There is no small room on the third floor, but only a hall.

Think about it, more than a dozen rooms are used to make a hall. How spacious is this hall?And as soon as we came up, a hazy light appeared in this hall.

I searched for a long time, but I didn't know where the light came from, and the brightness of the light was the same everywhere I looked.Besides, the layout here is very uncomfortable.

There is a strange tower in the middle of this place, with three floors in total, the bottom floor has seven sides, the second floor has six sides, and the third floor is actually cylindrical, with a platform as big as two square meters on the top.

And around the pagoda, there are six shining golden Buddha statues. These Buddhas are different from the ones I have seen before, doing weird postures and gestures.

Iron donkey said that these are all Huanxi Buddha, and the six Buddha statues are all facing the strange tower. It is very likely that there is something tricky about this strange tower.

I nodded in approval, and at the same time rubbed my arms unaccustomed, because the third floor was very cold, which made people feel gloomy.

The iron donkey saw my actions, and he patted my shoulder, meaning don't rub it, let's go around the tower.

After getting closer like this, I squatted down and looked at the bottom floor of the tower. Each of the seven faces was engraved with a human face with vivid expressions.

I savored them carefully, they were joy, anger, worry, fear, love, hate, and lust. I don't understand cultures like Buddhism and Confucianism, but I guessed in my heart that this might represent the seven emotions.

In order to verify, I asked the iron donkey, he focused on the second floor, what's weird.

Iron Donkey didn't understand as well as I thought at this moment, he read while looking, "This is the nose, this is the ear, this is the mouth..."

In the end, he concluded a rule, saying that the second layer depicts human facial features, but soon he refuted himself, saying that the last two paintings, why are there two people?
I didn't wait for him to guess slowly, and stood up and looked around. I guess what these two people are telling us is life and death.

I can come to a conclusion, saying that the painting of this pagoda fully expresses the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

Iron Donkey wasn't very interested in what I said, and he waved his hand, meaning why bother so much, then he pointed to the platform on the top of the tower and said, "Apprentice, have you thought about sky burial?"

Sky burial is a special feature of Tibet. I generally know that the dead are placed on a platform, the body is smashed, and then the vultures are attracted to come down to eat.

But I asked Tie Lu, this building is sealed, if this tower is really used for sky burials, would vultures dare to fly in?Not to be caught by funeral attendants, plucked and roasted?

The iron donkey didn't reply, and blamed us for our ignorance of Tibetan culture, and the iron donkey touched the picture on the second floor of the pagoda with his hands.

He was so strong that he even felt something strange, and even knocked on me and asked me, "What did you hear?"

I can feel that the sound of knocking is empty, which shows that the tower wall is very thin, and the inside is not dead.We both looked at each other, and raised our feet together in tacit understanding.

The platform shoes we both wore were like a hammer. When the iron donkey stepped down, there was a bang, and when I went down, there was a bang.

The reason why the sound of our kicks is different is that my kick is more powerful, and it is all thanks to Tibetan Gu that has stimulated my potential.

Iron Donkey looked at me with incredible eyes. Although he had known for a long time that I had hidden Gu on my chin, he never thought that I would transform into such a powerful person.

After we kicked for a while, the iron donkey sighed and said, "Call me master from now on, I am better than him."

I didn't want to refute him, but I said in my heart that the standard for judging masters and apprentices is not whoever is more capable should be the master.

And we kicked it like this, and it quickly had an effect. A crack appeared on one side of the tower, and a large piece collapsed into it.

The iron donkey told me to stop, and he took out the flashlight again, leaning over and looking into the crack.

But before he saw anything, suddenly, a withered hand stretched out from inside, and pressed on the crack.

Looking at this withered hand, I suddenly felt a little chilly, and the iron donkey also snorted and took a step back.I thought to myself that this hand is so wrinkled, how old is the person inside?
We're not sure who the trapped person is, or if it's even a monster, but we can't do nothing.

The two of us conservatively kicked a few more times against the face of the tower, turning the crack into a big hole, and we stopped.

The person inside didn't mean to be eager to come out, at least a minute later, he slowly leaned out the upper half of his body.

I looked at him, I didn't know what to say at this moment, and I felt sick and wanted to vomit.

This is a monk, he is wearing tattered lama clothes, but judging from the style, it should be of a high level, because the lama clothes are inlaid with shiny gold threads.

This more or less reminds me of Tang Seng's brocade cassock.And the whole body of such an old monk seemed to be covered with paste, especially after he appeared, there was still a strong smell wafting from him.

The iron donkey and I took a step back together, pinching our noses one after another.

Iron Donkey asked, "Man, who are you?"

The old monk didn't answer, but instead opened his eyes that could hardly be opened, looked around and asked us, "Where... what year is it?"

I thought I was confused or what?I wanted to answer casually, but the old monk continued, "Uh, uh, what year did I come to retreat? The third year of the Republic of China?"

I was completely stunned, thinking that the three years of the Republic of China?Isn't that 1914?Co-authored this old monk to retreat for 100 years?
I had an absurd idea, if he had been sealed in the tower without eating or drinking, how did he get here for 100 years?Is he a monster?

(End of this chapter)