Chapter 780

"Fuck! What's going on?" This is Wu Yihao.

"Damn it, the door is closed. How did such a heavy stone door close with a bang? It's definitely not something humans can do." This is Liang Bing.

"Your focus is always so extraordinary." This is Cui Wenyan.

"It's just a trick, don't panic. I can open it." This is Luo Peng.

"There is a ghost here. There seems to be a ghost?" Bai Yue's soft voice sounded.

"We're here for an adventure, so it looks like an adventure. Go and light the torches on the wall." Tian Miao's lazy voice sounded.

Wu Yihao and Liang Bing took flashlights and volunteered to light the torches on the wall. Sure enough, the lighter ignited at one point. Obviously, this torch is often used and it is soaked in oil.

"Hey, look, there are really murals here." Wu Yihao called everyone to come and have a look.

There are indeed frescoes on the walls of a group of men, women and children kneeling in adoration to a floating man in a toga, with a baby in his left arm, blood dripping from his arm. However, this mural seems to have been painted later. Because, this painter is too bad.

"My nephews in kindergarten are all better at drawing than this one." Liang Bing complained, "Look at this arm, it's completely out of proportion. And look at this painting, it's not evenly painted."

"Is that a dressing table?" Wu Yihao asked looking at an old thing in the corner.

"It seems to be. Funeral objects? Is the owner of this tomb a woman?" Liang Bing guessed.

"Maybe." Cui Wenyan's eyes stopped on the wall in front of him, and there was a strange painting hanging on the wall. What is painted on the painting cannot be seen at all. However, the ghost gas test radar showed that behind this wall, there was a powerful ghost.

Cui Wenyan stepped forward and knocked on the wall.

"The back is actually empty." Wu Yihao walked up curiously, and also reached out to knock, making a burst of emptiness.

"Hammer drive in and take a look?" Liang Bing was eager to try.

Tian Miao didn't intend to intervene at all, but just quietly stood behind and waited for them to explore by themselves.

"The hammer can't be opened, I think there should be a mechanism, let's look for it?" Wu Yihao suggested.

"Look for it, look for it." Liang Bing nodded in agreement. He simply took off the torch and held it around for a while. Finally, his eyes stopped on the candlestick on the altar. "Look, everyone, there is blood on this candlestick!"

There are bloodstains under the old copper candlestick. It seems that time is not far away, and the bloodstains have not yet turned black.

"Could it be the one who was tricked into coming here last time and knocked unconscious to make a sacrifice?" Liang Bing said as he was about to reach for the candlestick.

"Stop, don't touch the things in this tomb lightly." Cui Wenyan reminded that the candlestick was not what it seemed at first glance, because the psychic eyes saw that it was not a candlestick at all, but a human forearm and hand bone. A candle is burning in the palm.

Everyone withdrew their hands that were about to reach out, and observed the room by the light of the fire.

Cui Wenyan used the electric stick brought by Liang Bing to stir up the tarpaulin covered on the altar table. At this moment, a rancid smell came. Liang Bing covered his nose and took a step back, waving the torch in front of him, " This, this, what is this??"

There was a mass of black stuff stuffed under the altar table. When the light of the torch came up, carefully observed, it turned out to be several girls' stumps gathered together, almost filling the entire space under the table. The blackened limbs had hands and feet. There were thighs, there were heads, but not a whole body. The wreckage gave off bursts of stench, shocking everyone's sense of smell.