"Shanshan Po? Old Hu, what kind of thing is that?"
"Also, this thing is hanging here, it's quite scary. Wouldn't it be nice to take it home as a door hanging?"
Fatty touched his cheeks, a smile on his face.
Zhang Tian's mouth twitched. It was incredible that this guy could think of that.
Taking it home as a hanging decoration would scare a lot of people to death.
Professor Li was also bewildered. Would anyone really do that? Bring an evil object home?
"Fatty, stop joking. This thing emanates great resentment."
"It must be a member of the barbarian tribes that King Xian occupied."
"Perhaps she was a mourning woman, and was hung here by King Xian to guard the tomb for eternity."
Hu Bayi said, looking at the object above.
"As for Shanshan Po, it is actually a type of shaman who usually takes specific drugs and then enters a hallucinatory state."
"This is to achieve the purpose of communicating with spirits, but whether communication is possible is another matter."
Hu Bayi spoke.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tian and the others looked at the mountain woman above.
King Xian must have intended to use its corpse to communicate with the spirits himself.
"Old Hu, then why is this just a doll? Where is the body?"
"And how can the voice still come from the doll?"
Fatty asked curiously.
Hu Bayi looked around.
"The body should be in that incense burner!"
After a moment of thought, Hu Bayi suddenly said.
At the same time, the doll above let out a sound again.
Another piercing laugh.
Immediately after, countless wisps of Yin wind began to emanate from within the doll.
The entire hall seemed to be enveloped by the doll's aura.
"Crackling."
The next moment, unusual cracks appeared on the ground.
And many black footprints also appeared.
In Zhang Tian's eyes, a fierce ghost, tightly bound by chains, was glaring at them.
The ghost's chains were the doll above.
[Monster: Shanshan Po!]
[Abilities: Mental Attack, possesses the strength of a Red-clothed ghost.]
[Description: Shanshan Po, burned alive by King Xian, her soul trapped within the doll!]
This description came to Zhang Tian's mind.
Zhang Tian's gaze fell on the soul that was being restrained. It seemed to be imprisoned, so it wouldn't dissipate.
But it alone couldn't possibly emit so much Yin energy.
Suddenly, Zhang Tian shuddered.
"Quick, look around, see if there are any more dolls like this."
Zhang Tian suddenly said.
He didn't look at the chained entity.
Zhang Qilin seemed to have discovered something. His gaze fixed ahead, and he drew his Black Gold Ancient Saber.
Fatty blinked, not seeing anything.
Hu Bayi took out the Bagua mirror he had obtained earlier.
Under the illumination of the Bagua mirror, Hu Bayi successfully saw the imprisoned ghost.
"Boss, this..."
"Yes, I see it. It's impossible for it alone to emit such a powerful aura. I suspect there are many others who performed the sacrifice."
Zhang Tian nodded.
Hu Bayi nodded and began to search the surroundings.
Fatty followed closely.
Soon, Hu Bayi and Fatty returned at great speed.
They looked at Zhang Tian.
"Boss, my god, there are ten dolls hanging from the ceiling!"
"We can open a theater at home to watch a show."
Fatty said.
Shirley Yang looked around.
"Ten dolls, so many, what are they for?"
Shirley Yang's voice came.
Zhang Tian said softly.
"Sacrifice!"
"King Xian wanted to ascend to immortality. He used an ancient method to ascend to immortality through sacrifice. The materials for this sacrifice were the influential figures of the barbarian tribes."
"This Shanshan Po is one of them."
Zhang Tian spoke, and now it was clear why there was such great resentment.
Ten people were sacrificed alive, and perhaps they were powerful individuals in life.
In this case, it was normal for there to be immense resentment here.
"Boss, there's a black cauldron over there in a corner. This hall is too big, we didn't see it just now."
Hu Bayi said.
"Let's go see."
Saying that, everyone walked towards the black cauldron.
Professor Li and Xiao Guang's faces were grim.
They were feeling quite uncomfortable due to the surrounding Yin energy.
"Teacher Li, I feel like someone was watching us in front of that doll just now."
Xiao Guang's voice trembled slightly.
"It must be your imagination, Xiao Guang, don't scare yourself."
Professor Li said, looking around.
"Xiao Guang, we came in a hurry. Did you notice, there are also many burial objects here?"
Professor Li spoke.
Xiao Guang was stunned and looked at the corners around them.
Indeed, in the corners, there were all sorts of burial objects.
Especially some relics from the Qin and Han dynasties, which made Professor Li and Xiao Guang tremble.
There were so many relics, they would definitely have a lot to research for a long time.
Feeling a little excited, they exchanged glances, planning to examine the surrounding burial objects later.
Arriving in front of the black cauldron, Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi looked at the black cauldron with a slight frown.
The location of the black cauldron was indeed peculiar, behind a stone statue, which was why they hadn't seen it before.
Inside the black cauldron, ten corpses lay, charred black.
It was evident they had been burned.
"Boss, these should be the ten dolls hanging on the roof beams. They weren't burned in the incense burner, but in this black cauldron."
Hu Bayi said.
Zhang Tian waved his hand, and a carbonized, bone-like corpse was dragged into the air.
Zhang Tian spun the corpse around; it was impossible to tell whose it was.
"Hmm? Where's Fatty?"
Shirley Yang looked around and couldn't find Fatty.
"He probably went wandering off, he likes to wander."
Hu Bayi said, not particularly concerned.
At this moment, Fatty had stealthily climbed onto the roof beams.
A smile played on Fatty's lips.
The surrounding relics didn't attract Fatty, but the Shanshan Po did.
Fatty's eyes were immediately drawn to the items on the Shanshan Po.
"Hehe, since this thing is used for sacrifice, it must have a lot of good stuff on it, and maybe even something for cultivation."
"If I find something good later, Boss will definitely praise me for being capable!"
"Most importantly, it might be able to help Concubine Fei."
Fatty chuckled, licking his lips.
If this guy were in modern times, he would undoubtedly be a live, devoted follower.
Fatty sat on the roof beam above the Shanshan Po's head and grabbed the rope from which the doll was hanging.
At this moment, the chained ghost on the ground was also taken aback.
He saw that the rope binding him was being pulled upwards by Fatty, bit by bit.
The Shanshan Po was stunned, and was dazed as Fatty pulled it up.
Were there really such audacious people in this era?
Soon, a doll was held in Fatty's arms.
The doll had thick, luscious hair on its head, looking smoother than anything washed with Pantene.
Fatty rubbed his nose.
"Hmm, it doesn't smell as good as my Concubine Fei."
As Fatty spoke, the Kunlun Divine Wood on his chest suddenly began to shake violently.
The next moment, Wang Fei's soul appeared before Fatty.
"Feifei, why did you come out!"
Fatty exclaimed in surprise.
"Humph!"
Wang Fei snorted coldly and looked indifferently at the Shanshan Po doll in Fatty's arms.
Fatty was momentarily bewildered. What was going on? Why did it feel so cold?