pick up the pussy

Chapter 252
And as we got closer, I felt a sense of familiarity, as if I had been here before.

This feeling is really subtle, I always feel deja vu.

Far away, I found a huge bronze tripod in the center of the tomb.The giant tripod is covered with various patterns, but due to the age, the patterns on the top of the tripod have long been rusted and mottled, and it is very blurry. It is hard to see what the patterns represent...

Faintly, I heard something rustling inside the giant cauldron, as if there were a lot of sticky things squeezed together.

I leaned up and took a look, and finally knew where the sticky sound was coming from.

It turned out that the inside of this huge cauldron was filled with blood-red tongues, all of which were wriggling gently in the huge cauldron like fresh fish.That sticky sound was made by these tongues rubbing against each other.

"I'm stupid, I'm stupid..." Lao Cao squatted on the ground holding his forehead: "I can't come in, you fucking insist on letting me in, I...I can't take it anymore, vomit."

I was scared and patted Lao Cao on the back: "What's wrong?"

"When I see dense things, I get scared." Lao Cao said while vomiting.

After seeing these tongues, I basically figured it out.Needless to say, these tongues are most likely the tongues of those armored male corpses, and I am even more convinced that the tongue in my pocket is the tongue of the female ghost.

But, no matter what, I can't figure out why these soldiers and that female ghost had their tongues cut off during their lifetime?

I also heard some short stories from my grandma in this regard, saying that someone cut off his tongue in order to keep some secret.

Could it be that they also cut off their tongues collectively in order to keep some secret?

But what secrets are they keeping?Even if you know you are going to die, you have to cut off your tongue.

It is estimated that they were worried that after death, some capable people would pry their mouths open, so they cut off their tongues?

I really can't figure it out.

After Lao Cao finished vomiting, he stood up weakly and said, "Xiao Wu, I suddenly have an idea."

I looked at Lao Cao and said, "What do you think?"

"Why do I always feel that the tongue in your hand is actually a key, and the tongue in the giant cauldron is a kind of lock." Old Cao said seriously.

"You said it was a kind of lock?" I asked, "Then there must be something under the lock?"

Lao Cao nodded: "In theory, yes."

"In theory, I don't know if the opponent will play cards logically."

I took out my tongue, hesitated again and again, and finally threw it down.

Unexpectedly, the moment the tongue was thrown down, the movement range of the tongue in the entire bronze tripod suddenly increased, like a small lively fish, jumping out with a squeak, and the sound of falling down was loud. stop.

I was worried that these tongues would pose a threat to us, so I dragged Lao Cao back two or three steps.

After all these tongues fell down and stopped jumping around, I was shocked to find that there was a flame appearing in the giant cauldron!
Seeing the flames, I immediately felt a headache and ran up in a hurry.I thought to myself that since these things can be preserved to this day, there must be a big secret hidden in them. If they were burned, I would never have the chance to know what happened here.

But the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and it's not something we two mortals can put out.And I think this fire is fundamentally different from ordinary fires. The flames here are so powerful that the temperature is too high, so that I feel that the whole cave is starting to warm up.

As the fire gradually strengthened, the surrounding temperature also began to rise.

I am a little better, the body seems to have a self-regulating function.I don't feel too cold outside, and I don't feel too hot inside.

But Lao Cao is different from me. At this moment, he is squatting down, panting with his mouth wide open, and cursing while taking off his clothes: "His grandma's, I wonder if these tongues said something bad during his lifetime." , Offended Lord Yan, Lord Yan used earth fire to burn them... I guess only earth fire can have this temperature?"

Ground fire is the fire that comes out of the ground in nature, such as volcanoes and the like.

Indeed, I think the temperature of this fire can melt steel...

As soon as I had this thought, I saw the giant cauldron being swallowed by the flames in an instant, and then I seemed to vaguely see the giant cauldron being melted in the fire, and it didn't take long before it began to deform slowly.

The fire was so strong that it lit up the entire ancient tomb in an instant.I tried to find some information about the owner of the tomb from other places in the tomb.

But after looking around, they found nothing, not even a mural.

So now I seriously doubt whether this is an ancient tomb?Or just a burial pit.

The fire is burning more and more fiercely, and the surrounding temperature seems to be constant at a certain temperature value.I took a look at Lao Cao, and found that Lao Cao had only one big underpants left at the moment, he looked at me with embarrassment: "Hey, I'm sorry, I'm the most afraid of heat, if you don't like it, just close it." eye!"

The heavy snow outside is still rumbling down.

I went to the entrance to have a look, and found that the temperature at the entrance was better. After all, a lot of snow absorbed a lot of heat.

The rumbling, deafening sound was still ringing non-stop, and it could be seen that those 'dead people' were still pushing snow on the cliff.

It seems that they are not reconciled to suffocating us to death inside.

Lao Cao also came up with a look of rage: "His grandma, these grandsons are really shameless, aren't they just a bunch of dead people? A soak in boy's urine solved those grandchildren."

I asked, "Are you a child too?"

Lao Cao instantly looked embarrassed: "Well, I don't know, but I'm still half a child."

I asked why, Lao Cao raised his right hand: "My girlfriend is called Wuzhi girl."

I didn't understand what Lao Cao meant, but I didn't bother to ask him these things.

The sound of rumbling and falling snow outside gradually stopped. I just breathed a sigh of relief when I heard more than a dozen relatively short thumping sounds.

I judged it at once, and nine out of ten it was the gang of 'dead people' who came.

I'll go to your uncle!
I cursed, and then said to Lao Cao: "Old Cao, help me, plug this hole with something."

Lao Cao said, "What's the matter?"

I said: "The gang of dead people want to get in, we can't let them find this place."

Lao Cao immediately agreed, and then he and I searched for something to block up the cave.

The snow water fell into the ground, and the soil on the ground became wet. We used the soil to paste the few stones that we had lifted just now, so that people outside could not find us, right?

But then, we realized something was wrong.

After we dug out a layer of soil on the ground, something underneath was gently pushing the soil, as if it was about to drill out from below.

"His uncle's, there is something on the top, why is there something on the bottom?" I stared at my feet inexplicably, without blinking my eyes, for fear that if I blink, the things below will suddenly appear.

Finally, the layer of soil below was still arched open, and a black thing came out from below. After a closer look, I realized that it was a dead turtle.

not good!

The moment I saw the corpse turtle, my heart immediately hung up. This means that the corpse turtles outside were all drilled out of this ancient tomb, and the corpse turtle is a social insect. There must be more than a dozen corpse turtles here So simple.

Snapped!
Lao Cao trampled a dead turtle to death with his shoe, and cursed: "A group of turtle grandchildren also want to trap Lao Tzu? They are beyond their limits."

Just as the dead turtle was slapped to death, the soil underneath became loose again, as if something was about to come out.I thought something bad, it seems that there are quite a lot of dead turtles down there.

As soon as I thought of this, the old Cao behind me raised the upper of his shoe, slapped another dead turtle to death, and said cursingly: "You bastard, do you really think I'm easy to bully? Bite me. Hehe, another one."

Clap clap clap!

Lao Cao seems to be addicted to filming, and the sound of filming dead turtles can be heard endlessly.And as more and more corpse turtles were shot to death, a strange smell began to permeate.

This cave was originally closed, but after the smell spread like this, the whole cave began to smell bad.

"Not good!" Lao Cao's face drooped immediately: "I suddenly remembered something."

I hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)