When I took a closer look, it was no wonder that Meihui was also shocked. This pearl, which we had just regarded as a treasure in the world, lost its former glory and actually showed its original ugliness. It... turned out to be...

A human face, a woman's face to be precise. The weird face has round eyes and the facial muscles are twisted together. It is staring at us weirdly. Although the bead is not big, it still makes us take a breath.

Cool air.

The mouse and I looked at each other and said in unison: "Human Face Mushroom!"

This is clearly the curse of little Nurhaci - the human face mushroom!

My whole body was trembling unconsciously, and my upper and lower jaws were trembling with shivers. I was afraid of it from the bottom of my heart. This was a different feeling from those weird ancient corpses. That thing had a shape,

I can touch it, but it is different. We don't know what the threat is.

Meihui asked: "Is it Nurhaci's curse?" After saying this, Meihui reached out to pick it up.

"Don't touch it, it will spit out red mist. If you inhale it even a little bit, you will be cursed!" I scolded her.

Suddenly, a shout from the grotto disrupted our nervous thoughts and pulled us back from our astonishment.

"Lao Xie, it's Lao Xie! Something happened to him!"

The three of them threw down the prototype of the little human-faced mushroom and ran to the other side of the grotto. Lao Xie was also running towards us from the grotto on the left side.

"Lao Xie, what are you doing? You left us and ran away, why did you let the wolves twist you?" The mouse mocked him.

This time, the mouse really got it guessed. It is indeed related to wolves, but this wolf is not that wolf, but a black wolf spider. Lao Xie said that he just ran to the T-shaped entrance and found many Western black wolf spiders crawling from there.

Come on, crawl your body while sluggish, and after a while there is only a dry shell and a puddle of foul-smelling yellow water.

Returning to the wooden coffin again, the little human-faced mushroom was still twisting on the ground and staring at us with an uninterested look. I found that this little thing did not emit red poisonous mist like its adult form, so I became less wary.

I carefully studied the ancient corpse in the wooden coffin, but in the blink of an eye, the old lama's body in the coffin had been weathered and only a pile of white dust was left. Only a set of cassocks could still identify him lying peacefully in the coffin.

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I picked up the Tibetan scripture, brushed off the dust, and took a closer look. I found that the words recorded on this dim silk scroll were somewhat inconsistent with the Tibetan script. I had seen the Tibetan script before, and although it was not accurate, it was

It can be seen that these characters are not as regular as Tibetan characters, but some small tadpoles like ghost drawings are densely crawling all over the silk.

"Manchu?" Everyone exclaimed in unison.

We all thought that this old lama must be an eminent Tibetan monk, but we didn't expect that an old lama would actually be holding a Manchu book in his hand. Thinking of the mummies of Qing soldiers wrapped in white pupae, I suddenly appeared.

A bold guess.

If there are hanging coffin tombs everywhere and Tibetan Buddhist murals are carved in each grotto, does it mean that there is such a wooden coffin in all the grottoes, and there may be a lama corpse in the wooden coffin? And their corpses

Are there any of these "Nurhaci's curses" placed in their mouths? The reason why these small human-faced mushrooms did not take root and grow into giants like in Changbai Mountain is because they form an interdependent form with the lama's corpse in the coffin.

The corpse of the old lama has been preserved for thousands of years, and the corpse of the old lama also provides nutrients that allow it to survive but not grow. So what are these nutrients? Is it possible that the Dharma of these lamas is achieved? That is what they were treated by others after their death.
Chapter completed!