Chapter 225: Snake Ghost Town Ghost Head

I felt a little disgusted, and they obviously did not expect that these clay pots contained this kind of thing, all with a disgusted and surprised look.
Other people watched the crowd build up and gradually gathered together. Several Tibetan drivers had never seen this before.
Covering my nose and watching Wu Lao Si putting on gloves, I took the head and cleared the dirt. This thing is very old, but the hair is still very tough, the skin is rotten, and the dirt above it is broken away, and you can see the shrivelled skin and the empty eyes. This is an ancient skeleton.
The man with glasses on the side compares the diameter of the head and the mouth of the pot: the skull is large, and the mouth of the pot is small. Obviously, the head cannot be put into the pot.
What's going on, I asked him.
"This is the weird tradition of the Western Queen Tribe. This is definitely a slave of other tribes in the Western Regions. He probably put his head into this clay pot when he was two or three years old, and then grew into the gap between his neck and clay pot He could n’t get out of the food until that time, and then he could not get out of his head. Then he cut off his head, sealed the pot and offered it to the Queen Mother of West to make offerings. This is the tradition of head sacrifice. "Four Eyes said .
"I rely on, this is too evil, the Queen Mother of the West in our Journey to the West is very kind, not as vicious as this." A man said with a tongue.
"The Western Queen is the Westernized Queen of the Central Plains. According to the true ancient legend, the Western Queen is a ghost-like thing, not a person at all." Someone gave him literacy. "At that time, people could not rule by kindness. The rulers relied on these strange and cruel ceremonies of mysticism to render their supernatural power to rule."
I asked Wu Lao Si, why should this head be put in this jar? If you cut it, you cut it, why bother.
Wu Laosi said: "There are many tribes in the Western Regions who believe that the soul flew out of the eyes or ears after death, and put it in a clay pot to kill the head, just to trap this person's soul in this clay pot. The sacrifice is meaningful in this way. When the sacrifice is completed, these human heads are usually piled together, feeding crows, or throwing them into the sea to feed fish. This is also true in the Central Plains. We are called Guitoukeng, Yanxia, ​​Yi County, Hebei There is a "head of man", similar to this. "
I heard this and felt that my neck was very uncomfortable. This kind of thing only happened during the period of ignorance. However, I sometimes really doubted who was the first to invent this? When did the ancients believe in this thing?
"However, when he put his head into this clay pot from a young age, how does he usually live?" Someone asked.
"Life? Do n’t say that the life of the sacrifice is quite superior. The people who are chosen as the sacrifice generally eat food for God, which is the best food for the entire tribe. Usually, they do n’t need to dry at all, and they are sexually mature. Immediately afterwards, the most beautiful girl mates with him in order to conceive the next generation of sacrifices. In order to make his neck grow thick enough as soon as possible, they will restrict the activities of the sacrifices, some people are too fat to eat "I was strangled by the pottery mouth at my age." One person said: "Compared to other slaves who may not be able to survive even in their thirties, other slaves who can't even live in their thirties can live comfortably for more than a dozen Years and then die happily, maybe a good choice. "
The man touched his chin: "It sounds good, I am not interested in eating, but I am interested in the most beautiful girl. If I am a sacrifice, I will not eat anything, so that my neck is not thick, and then I can ── "
The words didn't finish. The Tibetan drivers all laughed. I patted his head and scolded you for all the things in his mother's mind.
Everyone laughed for a while, and Wulao began to wash the skull with a solution. This is an archaeological operation. It is not interesting to watch a few people. Some people clap their hands on the side, let them go back to work, prepare for retreat, repair the car Go to repair the car. When we were ready, we set off.
The people had not walked away. Suddenly, everyone heard a weird sneer, and it came out clearly from the crowd.
My cold sweat all over, a few people stopped and looked at each other. I saw their expressions and I knew I wouldn't hear them wrong, my heart hung up, what the is going on? Who is laughing?
Can't help but think about it, the sneer sounded again, this time with preparations, we all looked along the sneer, and found that the sound came from the pile of people piled on one side.
The fourth old Wu was scared and threw the man's head to the ground. My scalp was numb, and I said how could such a thing happen. At this moment, several people suddenly jumped up and screamed, and someone shouted, "Look, the head is moving!"
I hurried to see it, and I saw that on a human head in the pile of skulls, the soil was cracking, and the human head was shaking, as if it were alive. I almost suffocated, how could it be possible? At this time, in the place where the soil cracked, it suddenly broke, and two blood-red worms crawled out, each with only a large nail cover, and very familiar.
When I saw it, my brain buzzed, I could n’t believe my eyes, and I did n’t believe it. When I looked at it again, my soul flew, and it turned out to be a few kings!
My feet are soft, almost stepping back with a crawl. Just looking at it, two, three, four, and then a red bug spewed out of it, exactly like the kind I saw in the Lu Palace at the time! Climb everywhere.
"I lean, what kind of bug is this, I have never seen it." At this time, it was strange that someone saw a Tibetan driver walked over and wanted to take a closer look. I yelled, "Don't you idiot! It's poisonous, you can't touch it after retreating!"
The man looked back at me, only to look back. Suddenly a scorpion king flew up and stopped on his shoulder, I yelled no! It was too late to catch his conditioned reflex. "Ah" screamed. As if he was burnt, he immediately shrunk his hand back. When he saw it, he saw a rash like a tide spreading on his hand. Come on.
Everyone around screamed and backed away. He watched his hands quickly turn into red as if melted, terrified, and yelled, "Team doctor! Team doctor!" While falling to the ground.
Someone went up to help him, and some people ran to the team doctor ’s tent. I knew that the man was finished. I scolded and rushed up to grab those who came forward, shouting to the others: "Do n’t touch him, just touch him. Die! Do n’t be in a daze, find a way to kill these bugs, and let them die when they all fly!

Those people just reacted and started to back off to the guy. A few drivers took off their clothes and took pictures of the bugs. But it was useless. The bugs were scattered quickly, few shot dead, and more crawled out. Soon two people screamed again.
In the confusion, the fourth old Wu picked up a tool box on the side and smashed it towards the head. The head was already crisped, and it was completely broken when it was smashed. At first glance, my god, the cranial cavity of the whole human head is almost like a honeycomb, full of gray eggs and insects, disgustingly terrible.
My back is full of cold sweat, and it seems that what the glasses say is totally unreliable. This head is definitely not as simple as a sacrifice, but it is like a culture medium for breeding bugs. Is this king of venerable people? Spawn in your brain? I rely on it. If you want this bug to fly to the city, the status of the traditional four evils can no longer be guaranteed.
"Oops, the other heads are moving too!" Someone shouted again at this time, and I didn't have time to take care of it. Everyone stepped back quickly, and then I began to hear the buzzing sound, with red light flying Got up. I flew past my ears a few times, scaring me to shrink my neck.
At that moment, the first thought in my mind was that it was too late. This time many people are dying! After thinking about it, someone screamed again. I turned around and saw that the fourth old man fell to the ground and rolled up in pain. Looking further into the pottery pot, I saw a piece of blood red, and the whole sand was covered with red spots. Countless kings have already flown, and the sound of wings is everywhere.
This can't be dealt with at all. A single king can kill all of us here, don't say 10,000. I said to my heart where the goddess was a sacrifice, and obviously it was a weapon. This thing was the atomic bomb at that time. If anyone was unconvinced, throwing one into his city, the whole city of his goddess could die!
Now I can only give up the camp, let me talk about my escape. I rushed into the tent, and the people resting there had heard the movement and came out. When I ran over and asked me what was going on, I could n’t tell clearly. Asked, escape quickly, and talk to the car outside!
Several Tibetan drivers carried the Caucasians out of the tent, and Tashi picked up the leader, Dolma, and ran away all the way.
Looking at the landing, someone ran out, and I felt a little relieved, and ran to call Aning. Aning had been awakened, just stood up, I rushed to pull her up and ran, she broke free of me and asked me what happened.
I yelled you to run, just ask a bird thing! Without finishing the speech, suddenly a scorpion king flew over my forehead with a buzz, knocked Aning's shoulder at once, turned over and stopped.
Aning looked down, startled, and wanted to shoot with his hand. At first glance, I grabbed her hand, and then blew away the king of the scorpion, and pulled her away.
Some oil bottles and black glasses are watching cars outside. We have to run to that place first. I ran all the way, no matter what three, twenty-one, twenty-one, ran out three or four hundred meters, I saw a stone mark, my brain stiffened, and suddenly realized that I did not know how to go out, the stone mark here, only Tashi can understand.