Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

"Didn't you say to give him a chance?" Song Er Lengzi's stunned energy came up again. Suddenly, there was no sound around, everyone (except the white-haired man) looked at Song Er Lengzi with helpless eyes, especially Lao Wang. Seeing his posture, they wanted to sew a needle on his mouth, look at the occasion, and talk. Will it die?

The white-haired man did not have an attack, but looked at Song Chunlei coldly. Er Lengzi was still not convinced, but still talking, was stopped by the old Wang, "Song Chunlei, shut your mouth! Who are you talking for? Is that monster your relative?" After speaking, he said to the white-haired man, "Don't be surprised. This child is taking too much cold medicine. Don’t be familiar with him.” When he said that, Lao Wang paused and looked at the white-haired man’s hair and hesitated for a moment to think about what to call him. Know what to call you."

The white-haired man hangs him aside as if he hadn't heard Old Wang's words. Walking to the front of the head tower, after a round, the white-haired man suddenly reached out and piled the head tower down. This action without warning shocked me and thought that something was attached to his body in the head tower.

Hundreds of air-dried heads rolled around on the ground, and even the cold-hearted Song Er Lengzi was shocked by the scene. He took a few steps back, jumping left and right, avoiding the head that was rolling to his feet.

There is something in the head tower! The white-haired man pulled out a golden skull from the collapsed tower. I can see clearly that there is a series of symbols painted with red paint on the top of the skull, but I don't recognize what is painted.

The white-haired man's expression was very solemn. He did not shy away from the few of us. He knelt on the ground with one leg in front of us, bit his index finger and drew a pattern on the ground with his own blood. They don't recognize Lao Wang, but I don't see it strangely. He is drawing a symbol! The old bald man who taught me to wash my hair with black dog blood used to draw this kind of charm on yellow paper. Although the symbols they drew were not quite similar, they were roughly the same.

After finishing the last stroke, the white-haired man placed the golden skull in the middle of the spell. Then he dripped a few drops of blood from his fingertips on the skull, muttering words. Although he didn't understand what he was talking about, he knew that it was no small matter by looking at him solemnly.

After reading the last syllable, the white-haired man had a dagger in his hand and pointed it straight at the center of the skull. I thought there would be no suspense, it must be the dagger piercing the skull. Unexpectedly, with the sound of "dang", the short sword was bounced off, and the white-haired man's arm was bounced up to Lao Gao. The short sword in his hand was so hung up and let go.

The expression on the face of the white-haired man became miserable when he missed a hit. He gritted his teeth and smeared blood from his index finger on the blade, then bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed blood on the skull. He shouted: "Open!" Hold the dagger with both hands and put it straight on top of the skull.

There was no sound this time, the short sword thrust straight into the end, and the skull was torn apart. Before I could understand, a stern cry suddenly sounded in the hall, which seemed to be cried out by thousands of people, miserable and tragic.

I was so frightened that Lao Wang and the others looked at the white-haired man just like all people. Only the fat man's face was horrified, and the fat in the corner of his eyes trembled from time to time, watching everyone trembled and said, "Did you not hear?"

Lao Wang looked away from the white-haired man and asked, "What did you hear? Is there anything wrong?"

The fat man became mad and said, "There are thousands of that thing in the funeral! Can't you hear?"

Lao Wang and Liu Jingsheng listened carefully for a while and said, "No, it's your illusion, right?"

"It's not his illusion." I finally couldn't help it. "I heard it too. It was crying. Many people were crying."

"Impossible, Lazi, why can't I hear anything?" Lao Wang pricked his ears, still nothing.

The white-haired man moved his eyes away from the fragments of the golden skull, glanced at me and the fat man, and said coldly: "You two have tinnitus. Take a breath and hold back for a minute."

real or fake? The fat man and I looked at each other, and thousands of cries were heard. Will such a big scene be tinnitus? Let the dead horse be a living horse doctor, we both took a deep breath at the same time, holding back for a minute.

Just one minute after the pointer on the watch, the fat man spit out, opening his mouth desperately back and forth into his mouth. His chubby face was already purple, "I'm suffocating to death! This breath almost didn't come up, how are you? It's okay." The fat man said to me.

"Don't compare our People's Liberation Army with you, it's just one minute, it's a trivial thing. It's okay to hold back three, five or seven minutes." Although my physical performance in the team is the end of the crane, but compared with the fat man, my lung capacity exceeds his. It's not a star. Suddenly, there was a vague sense of accomplishment in my heart.

"You just blow it." The fat man curled his mouth and suddenly changed his expression and said, "Huh? I really can't hear it at all. It was really tinnitus just now?" He was surprised.

Although unbelievable, the heart-piercing cry just now was really inaudible. At the beginning, I could still hear a few crying faintly. When I took a breath out of my lungs and repeatedly breathed in a few breaths of fresh air, the miserable sound was completely inaudible.

I can't hear the crying, but I don't believe that it was tinnitus just now. Looking at the white-haired man who was picking up the skeleton fragments, these 80% were his hands and feet.

Old Wang was standing by and was observing the white-haired man. At this time, he finally couldn't help but walked to his side and said: "Friend, I am a soldier, and I am getting used to it. Some things are wrong. Don't mind. Some Don’t spit it out. Just say what's going on here, if it’s convenient. I don’t dare to give it a report, at least let us know."

The white-haired man had already cleaned up the last piece of fragments. After watching Lao Wang for a while, he said, "Do you really want to know? You may regret knowing too much."

"If you don't say I regret it more." Old Wang said categorically

"Haha." The white-haired man gave a rare laugh, and said in a different tone: "This is the altar of the ancient Dian Kingdom two thousand years ago. After every war in the ancient Dian Kingdom, the prisoners of war would be gathered here. It's autumn. When sacrificing to heaven, kill all the prisoners of war together. Right there." The white-haired man pointed to the direction of the pool at the entrance of the hall and said: “First drain the blood in the pool, then chop off the head to make a human head. The tower is placed around the altar."

"You said that the dark blood in the pool? It hasn't solidified and evaporated clean after two thousand years?" I interrupted.

The white-haired man took a look at me and continued: "There is a lot of mercury in the pool, and after mixing with human blood, it will naturally not volatilize."

The fat man shook his head after hearing this, and said, "Don't you need to be so detailed? It's like seeing it with your own eyes."

The white-haired man ignored the fat man and continued: "The living corpses you met before were the sacrifices here. They all committed suicide and died for the country when the ancient Dian Kingdom perished. These sacrifices made life and death and indulged in misfortune and good fortune. Falling to the ground is never beyond life, so before death, they used ancient Dian kingdom witchcraft on themselves so that their soul would not be separated after death, that is, the living dead.

"This kind of witchcraft can be regarded as going against the sky, but it has two fatal flaws. They need to absorb the anger of living people every time to keep their bodies running, otherwise even if their souls are immortal, their bodies will be immortal. The decay turned into dust. Therefore, for so many years, these priests have been instructing their descendants who live outside to trick the living into in order for them to breathe in life."

"What about the second fatal flaw?" Fatty asked, focusing on it.