He gasped and gritted his teeth and asked, "How long is it here, and when is it a head?"

Night Star said succinctly: "I don't know." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Shen Wuxiang's heart was horizontal, and he didn't move forward, his body was blocked there, and the two people behind him couldn't get by.

"Lao Tzu is not leaving, Lao Tzu wants to rest!"

He shouted, sat down in puffs, groped aside a few times, and suddenly felt something strange.

"These stones are too round...... "Shen Wuxiang muttered as he took the Night Pearl closer and took a closer look.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw it, I was shocked.

"It's not a stone, is it?"

Night Star Han snorted, "It's a skull." ”

"You scare me again!" Shen Wuxiang pretended to hug Qing Qian: "Little look, your family always scares me!"

Nightstar pushed him away with a blank face.

Qing Qian explained: "The Vulcan Tomb is here, so it must be suppressed with the resentment of living people or human bones, and the bones of those young children in the pit we have seen before are also like this, I noticed when I came in just now, almost the entire tunnel is filled with skulls. ”

He paused for a moment and exclaimed, "How many bones does it take to fill this?"

Shen Wuxiang was stunned when he heard this, and he felt a churning feeling in his stomach when he thought that he had been in this tunnel full of skulls for a long time.

Now my lower back is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and my limbs are moving forward quickly, and I can't wait to get out of this hellish place quickly.

In my heart, I have already scolded the Lingling Dao people and the eighteen generations of my ancestors countless times.

Qing Qian followed leisurely, without much fear on his face, and even hummed a little song in his mouth.

As mentioned earlier, this road is very long, but the difficulty of it is not the distance, but the gradual upward slope.

Just imagine, a person can't even straighten his waist.

What's it like to walk up a staircase with more than a few thousand steps?

Although Shen Wuxiang didn't want to stay longer for a moment, she used her strength to eat and climbed for a long time, but she couldn't help but stop and take a few breaths.

"Where did you get so many skulls in this place, do you want to gather some prisoners here to kill them?"

He gradually got used to it, and the nausea was not so strong.

But no one would be happy to think of the dead man's skulls embedded all around.

"It doesn't have to be a prisoner, the further back in history, the more intense the atmosphere of god worship becomes, going back to ancient slave societies. It was customary for thousands of slaves to be sacrificed to the gods. ”

As soon as he stopped, the two people behind him also stopped, and Qing Qian often ran around and saw more corpses and bones.

In addition, it is not an ordinary lack of heart, so it is not a matter of course at all.

After he finished speaking, Night Star Han added lightly: "The grievances of those who die will be relatively large, and the grievances of thousands of people will be twisted into one, plus the water here, it is enough to suppress the fire spirit." ”

"Whew......"

"Don't be scary, you know it's only the three of us here, and you're still pretending to be a ghost and making some noise!" Shen Wuxiang rolled her eyes.

Qing Qian's face was innocent: "What a sound, I thought you were picking at the wall." ”

Shen Wuxiang wanted to say more, but Night Star Han sighed, and the three of them quieted down together.

Babbling......

Babbling...... Yikes......

The sound was sometimes far and near, if it was there, it sounded like someone picking at something with her fingernails, and it sounded like a woman's low moan.

When the silence came, the voice became clearer, coming from in front of them.

Shen Wuxiang's cold hair stood on end, his face turned blue, and he subconsciously looked at the other two people.