The Most Thrilling Tomb Tour: Tomb Raider

Chapter 29 Prajna Sanskrit (1)
"I mean Zhijiang! What clan did you mention last time? Chiwu clan?" Old Zhongtou squatted there and asked.

"Yeah! This is just an inference. What's the matter, old Zhong?" I asked while busy with Fatty, and Xiang Ru also helped us.

"Come and take a look here." Old Zhong said, using his headlamp to illuminate the surroundings of the sarcophagus.

We squatted down and were only busy moving the coffin lid just now. We took a rough look at the bas-reliefs outside the sarcophagus, thinking that those were just ordinary decorative patterns, but we didn't find that there were some plots engraved on them.

After I walked around the coffin and watched the last relief story, I suddenly realized that the events carved on it seemed to bring us back to the mysterious and magnificent historical scene thousands of years ago.

The first picture shows a group of people worshiping around a plate inserted into the mountainside. Inside the plate sits a few things that look like bird heads and human bodies looking out in horror.

There is a picture carved with a towering mountain, and there is a huge hole in the mountain, in which a group of people with bird heads and human bodies are dancing around a bonfire.A very tall man was sitting in the middle of it. This guy looked like a chief, holding two children in his arms, and was chatting and laughing with a woman who looked like a lady next to him.

The picture in the middle is already a bit blurry, but intermittently, many trees on the mountain fell down, the river dried up, birds and animals either fell to the ground or fled to other places, and many people died suddenly.

Another picture shows two tall men with the heads of birds saying goodbye to their clansmen. One of the men marched arrogantly towards a city on the other side of the mountain with many brave warriors; Then he took a few followers to a place behind the mountain.

But the last picture was completely invisible. After reading it, everyone fell into meditation, but no one noticed. When we were leaning on the side of the coffin and thinking hard, the coffin moved slightly, and then the coffin moved from the top of the secret room. Hang something down and watch us from mid-air.

These relief stories involuntarily reminded me of the murals I saw in the Loulan Underground Dynasty. Some plots were strung together into a string of sparse beads in my mind by some clues. I thought I might know something.

"Master Zhong, I think this might be..." I raised my head and said to everyone, but before I finished speaking, I stared at the mid-air thing behind everyone and stood there in a daze.

"What is it? I said, Zhijiang, when did you learn how to play tricks..." Old Zhong and Fatty eagerly urged me to continue, but when I saw my eyes staring directly behind them, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. , everyone turned their heads and looked back.

"Damn it, hell!" cried the fat man, "what the hell is this?"

We looked up and saw twelve heads of lamas hanging in unison in the midair of the secret room!The twelve big iron hooks pierced upwards from the severed part of the neck, hooking the heads of twelve lamas wearing yellow hats in mid-air and constantly swinging.

The faces of these lamas were all livid, and there were blood scabs on their seven orifices.Some eyeballs are hanging outwards, and their blood-red tongues stick out long; Head shaking together.

"What's that sound?" I suddenly thought of an indescribable small humming sound in my ears. At first I thought I was too tired and my ears were ringing. I saw that Xiang Ru and the fat man were nodding to me. Only then did I know it wasn't my tinnitus.

The sound was very small at first, like a mosquito, but then it became louder and faster, like a person chanting sutras.But the voice was indistinct, and he couldn't tell what he was reading at all, it was just buzzing in his head.

Is it an illusion?No, as the sound got louder, it was as if a huge clock had been struck in my head, and a deafening feeling began to appear.I looked at Xiangru and the others, and they were all covering their ears and shaking their heads as hard as I was, but the more I covered my ears, the sound became louder and louder as if it was parasitic in my brain. Break it to pieces, dig out the brain, then tear open the chest cavity, and dig out the heart to be more comfortable.

"Look at that lama's mouth!" cried the fat man.

I tried my best to calm myself down and looked towards those lama heads.I saw that they all had their mouths open, and their lips were moving rapidly. Damn it!This is Prajna Sanskrit!

This story that my grandfather told me when I was a child flashed through my chaotic mind.It is said that some people who know sorcery use the head of a monk to make a "sound sac". Once the "sound sac" is ordered by the sorcerer, they will open their mouths to read scriptures, so that passers-by will be bewitched. They became so confused that they went crazy and committed suicide.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my neck from behind, and I was about to yell, but I couldn't make a sound.I think it's over now, the old rice dumpling must have crawled out of the coffin, and Fatty and the others think it's more or less ominous.

I tried desperately to break this hand, but its strength was surprisingly strong, no matter how I tried to break it, it just wouldn't let go.I already felt dizzy, and in the struggle, I saw the twelve lama heads in front of me seeming to be grinning at me.

I had no choice but to buckle its tiger's mouth backwards with both hands, pull it outward with all my strength, and when it was loose, I turned around suddenly and saw that it was Lao Zhongtou!
He was looking at me with his white eyes rolling, muttering words and foaming at the mouth.Seeing me turn around, he grabbed my throat with both hands, opened his mouth and bit my throat.

The fat man and Xiang Ru were still rolling over in pain covering their ears on the ground. At this moment, I didn't have any helpers, so I could only press his head tightly against it myself.I squatted down as much as I could, picked up the engineering shovel on the ground with my left hand, and was about to slap him on the head with the shovel, but on second thought, I still couldn't do it.

This shovel can be light or heavy, if the force is too light, it will at most slap him with a big bump on the head, and it will be useless at all.If he used too much force, his head would explode, and he really couldn't do this.

But my consciousness has begun to blur, I can only feel out of breath, and I can't see anything clearly, I must have rolled my eyes.

But I can still vaguely feel that Fatty and Xiangru climbed up and walked towards me, started to grope my neck, and then pinched it together with Old Zhongtou, and the engineer shovel was thrown out of my weak hand slide.

The most painful thing in the world is to die at the hands of friends. I haven't turned into a zombie yet. Who would have thought that they would actually become walking corpses?
At the moment when I felt like I was going to die, suddenly there was a white light in front of my eyes, and I heard a bang!Some weight was lifted from my neck, which made me gasp.

I used both hands to desperately break the hands of Fatty and Xiangru, and there were two bangs again, and Fatty and Xiangru fell down by themselves.

I squatted on the ground and took a deep breath. When I looked up, I saw Deji beside him. He held an engineering shovel in his hand and reached out to help me up.

"Break them into pieces! Quick!" Deji handed me the engineer shovel, then pulled out his shiny Tibetan knife and pointed at the heads of these lamas and yelled at me, rushing up while yelling.

I gathered myself together, picked up the engineering shovel and followed, and slapped and slashed at the twelve lamas who were still muttering.

Immediately, the whole secret room was splashed with flesh and bones, and Deji and I crazily beat the heads of these lamas to make them bloody and mutilated. There was no other sound in the secret room, only the two of us panting.

After we regained consciousness a little bit, Deji and I went to the fat man lying on the ground, and saw that all three of them were foaming at the mouth, but they were still snorting after trying.

I stretched out my hand to pinch Xiangru's "Renzhong", and after a while she took a deep breath and opened her eyes.Deji also followed my example and rescued Fatty and Lao Zhong. The three looked at us and at each other with blank expressions.

"What's wrong with me?" Xiang Ru asked.

"We all fell into the 'Prajna Sanskrit' that the lama chanted first. Fortunately, Deji knocked you out, otherwise we would have buried this old rice dumpling together." I said to them.But then I thought, no!Why didn't Deji hear the Prajna Sanskrit?
"Deji, why didn't you go crazy like us just now?" I asked.

"Here! As soon as I heard that the sound was wrong, I plugged this in!" Deji said, and flashed the two cotton balls in his hand to me. This guy really had a heart.

"Damn it! I said a long time ago that I would sweep away all ghosts and monsters and burn them!" The fat man jumped up and walked towards the sarcophagus angrily.

"Yes! Burn it! Use the corpse to make pearls!" Old Zhongtou also endured a lot of hardship this time, he took out a few bottles of the spirits he bought when he came here, and walked over with the fat man.

But just when the fat man finished pouring the spirits on the old rice dumpling, he saw this guy stand up abruptly, and suddenly grabbed the fat man with two huge blue-haired hands.

No, it's a scam!I complained secretly in my heart, it was really a wave of ups and downs, who would have thought that this old rice dumpling could cheat a corpse after a thousand years? !
I saw the fat man froze there for a moment, motionless, but Lao Zhong suddenly rushed up and threw the fat man to the side.

This giant blue corpse, more than ten feet tall, stood there, its head almost reaching the ceiling, the sparse hair on its huge head stood up, its indigo body was like a rusty copper bell, its long nails Like a steel fork, it grabbed the fat man and the old clock who were lying on the ground.

"Run!" I yelled at them, picked up an empty wine bottle and threw it at the giant corpse, hitting it on the head impartially, and the bottle was shattered.

When the blue giant was hit by me like this, it was suddenly a little annoyed, with a gurgling sound in its throat, it turned around and rushed towards me.I hurriedly pulled Xiangru to the side, and the giant blue corpse followed. Every time the huge body took a step, the ground seemed to tremble, and our hearts trembled with the ground.

Seeing that giant corpse was about to pounce in front of us, Xiangru and I were forced into a corner by its overwhelming momentum, unable to move. We could only feel that the string of white bone teeth hanging around his neck exudes a soul-stirring breath.

boom!There was a loud noise, and the old clock shot behind it, but this guy didn't respond at all, and kept pressing towards us step by step.bang bang!Two more shots, and when Lao Zhong pulled the trigger again, there were no bullets.

(End of this chapter)