Tomb robber: No more pretending, I’m from the Zhang family!

Chapter 161 The Corpse King Cultivator
After hearing this, a Tibetan driver next to him said jokingly: "I understand... Then according to what you say, as long as it is ancient, it is valuable, even if it is a pile of shit from more than 2000 years ago, it has a lot of value. High historical research value?"

"Pfft!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone around burst into laughter.

The expert wearing glasses didn't feel embarrassed, but said solemnly: "Yes, even a pile of shit from more than 2000 years ago is of high historical and cultural research value. In the shit, study the food culture of the people of that era, and the composition of the recipes of the ancients.”

Naively speechless for a while, he didn't want to talk about the value of shit that was thousands of years ago. After helping to carry a few clay pots to the off-road vehicle, he continued to study those human head pots with the expert wearing glasses.

The glasses expert picked up a cracked clay pot, then carefully cleaned off the dirt on the pot with a brush, and began to study it carefully.

The lid of the earthenware jar went somewhere, exposing the mouth of the jar that was a circle bigger than a fist. After he cleaned it, the human head inside was exposed. The hair was still tough, but the flesh and flesh had rotted away. A skull remained, revealing two empty eye sockets.

Naively and curiously, I compared the mouth of the clay pot with the size of a human head, and the head is obviously larger. Then how did the head of this ancient man fit into this clay pot?
He curiously asked the glasses expert next to him.

The glasses expert told him that these heads were used to worship the gods, and those whose heads were beheaded to make tributes were chosen as sacrifices, and their heads were put into clay pots when they were two or three years old. inside.

During this period, they don't have to do anything, they only need to eat and sleep every day, and the food they eat is the best in the tribe. When they grow up, they will immediately arrange for them to marry the young women of the tribe so that they can get pregnant as soon as possible. Sacrifice of the previous generation.

Until the jars could no longer contain food, the heads of these sacrifices would be cut off and then sealed with lids, thus forming the pottery jars with human heads that they saw in front of them.

Everyone sighed after hearing this, and one of them said with emotion: "I think it was pretty good to be chosen as a sacrifice in that era, at least they can live for more than ten years without worrying about food and clothing, and someone will help them arrange marriage. It's better than those slaves who are exhausted and can't even eat a bite of food, maybe those slaves don't live as long as them."

"That's right, I also think so. Living without worrying about food and clothing for more than ten years, and then leaving your own blood, may be a good choice for people of that era." Another person echoed.

Then there was another wretched-looking guy who touched his chin and said cheaply: "It's interesting. If I am chosen as a sacrifice, I will only eat one meal a day. I am not interested in food, but I am interested in the beauty of the tribe." The girls are very interested. As long as I eat one meal a day, even if I live to be 50 or years old, my neck will not be full of jars, and then I can...hehehe..."

As he spoke, the guy smiled wretchedly.

The people next to him also burst into laughter after hearing this.

It happened that Ah Ning came over at this time, and she saw that everyone was laughing, so she couldn't help but curiously asked what happened.

As a result, when everyone saw Aning coming, they quickly shut their mouths, and no one mentioned what they just said.

Although everyone didn't say anything, Aning could tell from their expressions, and angrily scolded: "You people, what are you thinking about every day? Really... okay, since you all have kung fu Talking about women here, why don't you repair the car quickly, we will set off tomorrow."

Saying that, Aning walked to the other side of the camp.

The sight on that side is wide, there are several antennas on the ground, and there is a satellite phone. It turned out that Aning used the satellite phone to inform the people stationed at the entrance of Devil City to come over here.

Some people stayed at the entrance of the Devil City, the younger brother and the old woman were among them. Aning and the others simply came to take the lead. Seeing that everything was safe, she notified other people to come.

The wind has dropped a lot in the past two days, and the satellite communication system can be used again. After receiving the news, the people on the other side said they would come over immediately.

As a result, she had just finished making a phone call, when she suddenly heard a strange sneer coming from not far away, which made everyone's scalp tingle!

The laughter was very familiar, it was the devil's laughter I heard on the walkie-talkie before.

Aning quickly looked back, and found that the voice came from the pile of human head cans, and they were still laughing continuously, which was very strange.

The people around were suddenly frightened and dumbfounded, and they all froze in place, looking at each other in blank dismay, completely unaware of what happened.

Just when everyone was stupefied, several clay pots with human heads suddenly moved, and then rolled to the ground!

When the expert wearing glasses saw this scene, he threw the head jar in his hand aside in shock, and subconsciously took several steps back.

"My god, why is this head still moving? Could it be a fraudulent corpse?" one of them said in horror.

"Impossible, how can you cheat a corpse with only one head left?" Another person said.

Among the several clay pots that rolled to the ground, one of them accidentally hit a stone, and a gap was cracked on the top of the pot.

Through the gap, it can be seen that the heads inside are rolling continuously, as if they were alive. This scene frightened everyone, and everyone retreated subconsciously.

"Look! The head is moving, what a fake corpse!" One of them yelled in horror, and then ran as far as he could.

Ah Ning hurried up, while reassuring everyone not to panic, while walking to the side of a clay pot, he wanted to pick up the pot to see what happened.

But at this moment, a few blood-red worms suddenly drilled out of the cracked clay pot. They flapped their wings and flew into the air, and the whole air was filled with a spicy smell.

Seeing these little blood-red bugs, Tian Zhen's scalp exploded, and her heart beat wildly. These bugs are the corpse king!
At this moment, Tianzhen's legs were weak, and he retreated more than ten meters backwards. Before he could catch his breath, he saw one of the human head jars completely cracked, and then, densely packed people flew out of the human head. A large area, thousands of corpse king insect swarms!
When he was in Lu Palace, he had seen this kind of terrible insect once, among tens of thousands of corpses, there were only one or two, which made him subjectively think that the number of this kind of insect was very rare.

(End of this chapter)