bullyxtreme Chapter 486 The weird middle hall, the lamp slave!
Chapter 486 The weird middle hall, the lamp slave!
After Lin Ran's reminder, they knew that all the people standing were dead.
Having seen countless corpses, they were not as scared as before.
But Liu Jingfeng still silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra.
So many people died here, and the bodies could not be buried, so the resentment must be very heavy.
Judging from their clothes, they must be Tibetan ministers.
There are several tombs outside, which should be the craftsmen and slaves who built the imperial tombs.
In order to keep the secret, all craftsmen will be sacrificed as sacrifices.
Even though it was a dead body, everyone still felt numb after seeing it!
Their bodies were relatively well preserved, but there were still signs of decay. After all, they were not frozen.
The reason why they can stand is because each of them is wearing clothes and fixed to the stone pillars.
The temperature inside is extremely low and they must wear thick clothing.
"How can there be such a cold place in the world?" Wang Jinpeng's teeth chattered as soon as he came in. He took out the clothes from his bag and put them on without caring about his image.
Others followed suit.
"It seems that this is Zamp's purpose." Lin Ran thought to himself that a natural icehouse is the best place to preserve corpses.
On the one hand, they rule the people with the religious idea that the soul and body are separated, but on the other hand, they do not want their bodies to be destroyed.
It can be known that they still have certain knowledge and know that ice can preserve corpses for a long time.
As for the black air just now, it should be caused by the ash that the corpse turned into when the air was not circulated for a long time.
Lin Ran took the lead and walked in front, as if he didn't see the dead bodies around him.
Even if they are wandering resentful souls, now that he is here to rescue them, he will naturally not be afraid.
When everyone saw Lin Ran walking forward, they also picked up flashlights and followed suit.
"Brother Lin, what do you think this place is?" Liu Jingfeng asked worriedly.
"A place similar to a morgue." Lin Ran replied, burying the body in the temple, apparently hoping to be among the immortals after death.
Xu Ning, who was walking in the middle of the team, was originally timid, and coupled with the large number of dead bodies here, he felt a strong sense of fear in his heart and his body was constantly shaking.
Lin Ran saw his appearance and said, "Just follow me, it will be fine."
Now they have formed a tacit understanding to obey Lin Ran's instructions.
Everyone nodded and formed a line spontaneously.
The interior of the temple was very wide. As they walked forward, except for the place illuminated by the flashlight, it was completely dark.
There was deathly silence in the hall, except for the sound of their slight footsteps.
Fortunately, the dead bodies around were gone, and there was only a group standing at the door.
There was a thumping sound from behind, and they were suddenly startled.
"Could it be a fake corpse?" Wang Jinpeng picked up the shovel and pointed it at the realm behind him.
"No." Lin Ran smiled, "When we open the door of the icehouse, the temperature difference between the inside and outside will gradually equalize, and the ice on their bodies will melt, and they will no longer be able to stand."
After hearing his explanation, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After walking a short distance forward, I saw a huge stone pillar.
It is made of red stone and has one every five meters.
In the middle of the pillars, there are some stone statues.
Most of them look like monks, with their hands clasped together in prayer, but they have a small basin on their heads.
But it's just an ordinary stone statue, not valuable.
In such a large mausoleum, there is not even a single burial object?
Lin Ran was also confused. Could it be fake?
The temperature inside was too low. As they walked forward, everyone kept rubbing their hands to keep them warm.
"Do you think that's the lamp slave?" Huang Hao suddenly pointed at the monk's stone statue and said.
The lamp slave refers to the statue used for lighting in the tomb.
They usually hold an ever-burning lamp, which contains fuel and will not be burned out in a short time.
"It's a bit like it." Liu Jingfeng has seen the lamp slaves and thinks it makes sense. Otherwise, why would they install one every five meters? It feels like a street lamp.
"How about we light up the lights and let the temperature rise a little." Huang Hao was really too cold and began to complain.
Moreover, the surrounding environment was very dark, and it was impossible to see clearly with just a flashlight.
When Wang Jinpeng heard Liu Jingfeng's order, he also took out his lighter, lit the fire, and prepared to light the lamp on the lamp slave.
But he was stopped by Lin Ran.
"Don't heat up rashly. Let's walk again. If it doesn't work, turn back."
"Why?" Wang Jinpeng was puzzled.
"We are now in the snowy mountains. If the temperature rises and the ice and snow melt, some fragile parts will collapse."
This is what Lin Ran is most worried about!
But his worries were justified. Liu Jingfeng nodded and said: "Brother Lin is right, we should just endure it."
"I don't care." Wang Jinpeng curled his lips, "It's just Master Zhenbao."
"You look down too much on me, an old man." Zhenbao said unconvinced.
"No, I'm saying that you are going strong and strong. When I go back this time, I will find ten or eight little girls for you." Wang Jinpeng said with a smile.
To lighten the atmosphere by joking, although Liu Jingfeng felt that it was disrespectful to the deceased, there seemed to be no better way now.
Lin Ran led the way alone, and Xu Ning followed closely. He felt that he was the only reliable person.
The others followed in silence, but the atmosphere was much better than before.
I kept walking for 10 minutes and still didn't reach the end.
"I feel chilly all over. Let's go back." Wang Jinpeng really couldn't stand the cold. The further inside he went, the lower the temperature became.
Liu Jingfeng from behind made a gesture that prohibited him from speaking: "Save your energy, the more you talk, the colder you get."
Huang Hao also took the opportunity to cover Wang Jinpeng's mouth: "You are the only one who talks too much."
Wang Jinpeng murmured in a low voice: "How about we run over?"
"No, there may be an agency here." Lin Ran flatly rejected his proposal.
"Is there any mechanism?" Hearing this, everyone became alert, fearing that they would be shot through by hidden arrows.
"Let me go ahead." Jumbo said, after all, he is an expert in handling traps.
Lin Ran said: "Actually, there is no need to be so nervous. It seems that I guessed wrong. This is not a temple where corpses are buried, but a place for sacrifice. The chance of burying a shooting mechanism is very low."
What he just said was just to dissuade Wang Jinpeng from his reckless behavior.
Then he stopped talking and continued walking forward.
The lamp slave has disappeared.
I didn't expect the interior of the temple to be so wide.
But at this moment, several huge bronze statues appeared where the flashlight could be seen!
They seemed to have arrived at the center of the hall.
Finally a slightly different scene!
Everyone was filled with joy, and their tired and cold bodies began to move.
Just looking at those statues from a distance, Lin Ran felt a little strange, unlike any Buddha statues he had ever seen.
On the contrary, it's like...
magic!