Chapter 11: The Darkest Hour of the Dust
Duan Si continued to stop beside Qi Xing, raised the Cold Shadow Sword and slashed at his wrist.
Seeing that the blood flowed out instantly, she raised her wrist and swung it at the corpse scythes wrapped around Qi Xing's body.
Then, a large piece of corpse scythes fell from Qi Xing's body and disappeared from the sand.
However, he saw that countless golden rays of light penetrated the corpse scythe and shone in all directions.
Duan Si continued to shield his eyes with his elbow, and saw Qi Xing fly out unharmed.
His love-breaking robe flashed with a swastika spell, and Duan Si continued to laugh and shouted, "You're okay!"
"It's okay!"
Qi Xing nodded, but saw Duan Sixu's bleeding wrist and strode over.
"Why is that?"
"It's, no, it's okay, I accidentally cut it. Duan Sixu lowered his head with his hands behind his back.
Ling Xi was about to say something, but Duan Sixu stopped: "Sister Ling, help me bandage it." ”
"Good. Lingxi walked over and silently bandaged Duan Sixu.
Qi Xing looked at Xiao Ji, only to see Xiao Ji smiling and shaking his head.
He didn't ask any more questions, he knew that the injury must be related to him.
A few people looked at the place where the corpse scythe had been drilled, and a secret passage appeared.
Xiao Xi crouched down and looked inside, and there was no light in the darkness.
He blew a fire fold and probed it, but there was no methane.
"Probably, someone came here not long ago. ”
"The biogas has been vented. Xiao Ji frowned.
Duan Si continued: "Try it again with the Wind Hook. ”
As she spoke, she squatted down, took the Wind Hook off from behind her waist and threw it down, up and down, left and right a few times.
"There's no mechanism, but it's very short, and it's very strange, so everyone should be careful. Duan Si continued.
Qi Xing and Xiao Ji walked in front, Duan Sixu and Ling Xi followed behind, and Huo Dong was at the end.
The five of them entered the secret passage, lit the fire fold, and shone it around.
I saw that this passage was very spacious, and the three of them walked side by side, and there was still room for them.
The walls are covered with water stains, but the murals on them are clearly visible.
"There's nothing wrong with the murals, they're just scenes of people working. Duan Si continued.
"However, this costume is particularly strange, not like this desert people, nor like people in the northern capital. Lingxi thought for a while and said.
It is the costume of Higashito Province. Xiao Ji touched the mural and leaned closer and said.
Lingxi was about to continue asking, but quickly reached the end of the passage.
Huo Dong walked over from behind and said, "Fang Cai, there are two torches underground, light them." ”
Xiao Ji took it, lit the two torches with a fire fold, and held them forward.
The scene in front of me makes people shudder down the spine!
At the end of the passage, there was a circular square, and the bones were buried on the left side of the square.
Xiao Ji looked up and saw that the half-collapsed roof was the culprit who crushed these people.
"It seems that this is the castle of Todo Province that was sunk into the Gusha River, although it has been weathered for nearly 10,000 years. ”
"However, there are still many nests of quicksand on this sand roof. ”
"From now on, everyone must keep their voices low to avoid another collapse. Xiao Ji said softly.
Several people nodded their heads to indicate that in the center of the square was a square stone cabinet.
It has been opened, and the gold objects inside have been thrown outside.
Duan Sixu picked it up and looked at it, and said, "This is a ritual weapon used for sacrifice. ”
Xiao Ji glanced at it, and walked towards the white bones, looking for something.
"Come on!" Xiao Ji whispered.
Several people hurried over and saw him pick up a parchment roll in the hands of a white skeleton.
"Come to think of it, these people are not seeking money, so many gold objects are thrown aside. ”
"There must be some other intentions. Xiao Ji said.
"What font is this?" Xiao Ji opened the parchment roll.
Seeing that it was densely written on it with golden ink, but it was not a regular font, he said suspiciously.
"Silunwen. Qi Xing looked at it and said.
"Do you know the words on this?" Duan Si continued.
"I've been to Xilun City. Qi Xing said.
"Brother Qi, please take a look. Xiao Ji handed the parchment roll to Qi Xing and said.
He said as he identified it: "The Donghu Empire was the heyday of the Chamushuk civilization, one of the three ancient civilizations. ”
"The ancestors of the Tashan people went through a lot of hardships and traveled a long distance from the East China Sea to the Gusha River valley and established the Donghu tribe. ”
Duan Si continued: "Why is this? This Tashan people abandoned the fertile land of the East China Sea and came here from thousands of miles away?"
Qi Xing continued: "The Donghu tribe grew rapidly almost overnight, the clan leaders and people. ”
"The capital was established, and the tall Todo Castle was erected, and the leader was elected as the first Emperor Toto. ”
"The Emperor developed the Chamushuk civilization to the extreme, and they worshipped totems to the extreme. ”
Later, the power of witchcraft was very prosperous for a while, and he bewitched the emperor to intercept the Gusha River. ”
"It was only used in the eastern part of the castle, and the external river was buried by the wind and sand, and it dried up quickly. ”
"Soon, the Great Emperor conquered the entire Western and Northern Barbarians, and ten years later, the Great Emperor died in the thirtieth and died in a sandstorm!"
Then, the plague began to run rampant in the Todo Empire, and the sandstorms continued all year round, and the river became less and less. ”
And the second generation of emperors also died in the sandstorm in the thirties. ”
"Until the third generation of the Empress of the Donghu Empire came to power, the darkest moment that the people called the dust was also coming......"
At the end of the return to the original period, the Empress of the Sameng League of the Eastern Kingdom had been in power for ten years.
She is obsessed with changing the fateful curse of thirty violent deaths, and recruits capable people everywhere to seek a solution.
So far, there has not been a drop of rain in Donghu Province for ten years.
Today is the third day that Huangsha City has been ravaged by torrential rain, and the Empress of the Sameng believes that this is a good omen.
For the past three days, the people of the city have bowed down to heaven and earth almost every day, bringing this life-saving rain.
But what they don't know is that this is just the beginning of all nightmares, and this dream is endless.
In the middle of the night, the torrential rain continued, and at the foot of the outer wall of the imperial city, a figure was looking up against the wall.
He is Fuhai, a thief who has infiltrated the eastern country from the northern barbarians, and he makes a living from theft.
On that day, while he was strolling in the market, he overheard a gilded vase in the palace.
The vase is set with two rubies and a sapphire.
Fu Hai was tempted, and immediately planned to enter the palace to steal the gilt vase.
As he hesitated how to enter the heavily guarded Imperial City.
This torrential rain has brought great convenience to Fuhai.
He flicked the iron hook in his hand towards the edge of the imperial city, and clung to the stone.
He tugged to make sure he was hooked, and climbed up.
The rain hurt his eyes, and he touched a handful of water on his face and continued to climb up quickly.
Soon, when he reached the edge, he pulled the dagger from his waist and looked inside.
There were no soldiers guarding the towers, and the lazy soldiers had already gone back to rest because of the heavy rain.
Fu Hai turned over and entered the city tower.