Chapter 419 Gunshots in the Dark

"Xiao Ma's words make sense." Wu Xiaoqian picked up a piece of pottery, looked at it and said, "These pottery statues are obviously burial objects that originally existed in the ancient tombs. The corpses sealed in the pottery statues, judging from the degree of dryness and weathering, From the looks of it, it’s a thousand years old, and it’s definitely not something Hong Debiao put in recently.”

"Ms. Wu, I have a question. Were the bones in these pottery statues stuffed in after death? Or were they forcibly smeared with clay while they were alive? They were sealed in airtight statues and suffocated to death inside. ?" Wang Daqing asked.

Wu Xiaoqian did not answer immediately. She squatted down to observe the remains of the corpse, picked up a relatively complete arm bone, and showed it to everyone.

"If you look carefully, you will see faint traces of tightness on the layer of dry skin attached to the arm bones. They should be the traces left by being vigorously tied up with ropes."

"There are also nails on the hand bones. Although most of them have peeled off, the remaining soil can still be seen. It can be seen that the deceased was struggling hard before death, scratching the inner wall of the pottery statue, trying to escape from the restraint, until he died of suffocation."

After listening to her analysis, the answer is self-evident.

"It's already cruel to bury a living person, but to seal the person alive in a pottery statue is simply insane!" Jiang Feng said through gritted teeth.

"In the eyes of the master, the slaves buried with him are not human beings at all, they are no different from cattle, sheep and livestock. The reason why he went to such trouble is probably similar to the ghost fetus in the jar we encountered before. It is related to some ancient shamanistic rituals and has special characteristics. Religious significance." Wu Xiaoqian explained in as calm a tone as possible.

"From this perspective, Hong Debiao's destruction of the pottery statues, although he destroyed a batch of cultural relics, also freed the buried victims sealed in the pottery statues, is not entirely a bad thing." Ma Tao said.

"Xiao Ma, don't be in a hurry to empathize with Madman Hong!" Wu Xiaoqian said with a cold face, "Look at these broken bones, don't you think it's abnormal?"

"That's right! Hong Debiao opened all the coffins in the ancient tomb and took away all the bones as if they were some kind of treasure. Why did he leave behind these five skeletons sealed in the pottery statues?"

Jiang Feng also discovered something suspicious.

Ma Tao scratched his head and said thoughtfully: "The five bound spirits we encountered before were probably transformed by Hong Debiao using the immortal souls of those who were buried for thousands of years."

"The so-called bound spirit, as the name suggests, refers to a resentful spirit bound to a certain place. If Hong Debiao takes away the bones of the bound spirit, the bound spirit will probably follow him, and of course it will not stay in this tomb to prevent us from pursuing it. Hong Debiao.”

"Brother Tao's analysis is well-founded and convincing." Gao Fei said with a smile, "I will add a few more words."

"Hey! Classmate Xiao Gao, you are so proficient in official accent! Could it be that you are high up in the student union?" Wu Xiaoqian squinted and smiled.

"No, no! How can I be a leader with my material!"

Gao Fei waved his hands repeatedly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Sister Wu! This is not called official talk, but a weird and yin-yang attitude!" Jiang Feng took the opportunity to add insult to injury, "Gao Fei is always like this. He doesn't say anything clearly and speaks a lot of yin and yang. At first glance, it sounds like he is praising you, but in fact he is secretly saying it. It’s bad to hurt you!”

Gao Fei smiled dryly and rubbed his cheeks, took out five large sealed bags from the astrolabe storage space, and put the bone fragments in the pottery statue into his pockets.

"Xiao Fei, do these bones have cultural relic value?" Wang Daqing asked.

"Whether it has cultural relic value, I dare not say, but this place is too dark. If the bones are left here, after a period of time, the bound spirits that we destroyed before may be resurrected based on the bones. "

Gao Fei stuffed the bag containing the corpse into the astrolabe and explained his intention to his companions.

"Only by removing these skeletons from the ancient tomb, burning them with fire, or finding a place where the negative energy concentration is not so high, can their souls rest in peace and completely get rid of the soul-calling curse imposed on them by Hong Debiao."

Wang Daqing nodded knowingly, and just as he was about to speak, a gunshot suddenly sounded outside the tomb!

Everyone looked at each other and turned to look outside the tomb door.

The crisp sound of gunfire echoed in the dark and closed tomb.

Gao Fei immediately opened the astrolabe to detect where the gunfire came from.

Unfortunately, the ancient tomb is located hundreds of feet underground. Coupled with the thick negative energy shielding, it seriously interferes with the detection function of the magic satellite. It cannot provide a clear imaging picture and can only detect two vague life signals.

"Two life signals..." Gao Fei murmured, "Besides us, the only living people in this ancient tomb are Mr. Hong Debiao and Mr. Wu Xianyun."

At this time, gunfire rang out again.

Jiang Feng, who had the sharpest hearing among the people, was the first to identify that the gunfire came from the south of the tomb and was not too far away, so he rushed out of the door.

Gao Fei, Ma Tao, Wang Daqing and Wu Xiaoqian quickly followed.

The tomb passage outside the door is about a hundred meters away to the south.

In a particularly spacious tomb, four coffins placed against the wall were opened.

Two tall and strong iron corpses were dragging the bones out of the coffins and dumping them in the center of the tomb.

There are no less than forty or fifty skeletons piled up here. They are all the remains of ancient people who opened the coffins and stole them along the way.

These skeletons were weathered and decayed over the years. They were already very fragile, and they were roughly discarded by the iron corpses. Most of them were broken and piled together, glowing with pale phosphorus fire.

Surrounding a large pile of bones, a complicated talisman formation is drawn with blood. It is extracting the death magic power from the ancient tomb and converging on the pile of bones, like a furnace making steel, which is promoting some extremely evil transformation.

On the other side of the pile of bones, near the door of the tomb, two figures were confronting each other.

A white-haired old man in a Tang suit sat on the ground, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He covered his shoulder with his left hand, and blood was dripping through his fingers.

Opposite the old man stood a slightly fat middle-aged man with a gloomy face. In his hand, he held a Mauser pistol that seemed to come from an anti-Japanese drama, and a wisp of green smoke was coming out of the muzzle.

The man's forehead was shaved shiny, and his medium-length braid hung behind his head, with a copper coin at the end.

Even more bizarre than his hairstyle was his outfit.

The yellow outer robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon looked like a cheap prop of a Qing Dynasty drama group, but the gold silk soft armor lining was an authentic Qing Dynasty cultural relic, and the rusty ancient sword carried diagonally behind him were all stolen goods from tomb robbers.

"Hong Debiao, you beast! Just shoot me to death!"

The white-haired old man cursed angrily, but did not anger Hong Debiao, but instead caused a sneer.

"Mr. Wu, I, Hong Debiao, have little education and respect people with knowledge like you, but I am not an idiot!"

"Do you think I can't see that you are deliberately dragging your feet to anger me and stimulate me to shoot, so as to attract the group of Tiangong special police behind?"

"I know very well what you are thinking, but I still shot. The bullet grazed your shoulder. I want you to taste a little pain. Guess why?"