When he was drowsy, he wanted to go to the river to wash his face, sober and sober, but found that the river had just disappeared without a trace, and he stood there motionless, as if he had seen a ghost.

His heart could not be calmed for a long time, and he secretly thought: Did they really go to hell?

When he was still confused, he heard the monk's soft call: "It's time to wake them up, and if they go back to sleep, the living will become dead."

Mu Ge was stunned and nodded.

After a while, everyone vaguely woke up from their deep sleep, tightened their coats, and woke up under the wind and snow, only to feel like they were in an ice cellar, so cold that it was chilling.

At Muge's insistence, Sun Miao was taking Zhuo Lei's pulse, and the situation was much better than everyone expected, which stemmed from Zhuo Lei's strong desire to survive.

"Brother, look ......"

Zhuo Lei was stunned for a moment, he remembered that he was lying on the river before he fell unconscious, and he drank a lot of river water in the river at that time.

Standing up, he observed, but to no avail, he frowned and guessed: "It should be that the water level has changed somewhere, affecting this underground undercurrent, we should leave this place quickly, otherwise the rising water will not know where it will rush."

"Goo~Goo~"

Huzi next to him touched his stomach embarrassedly and smiled stupidly, they had not eaten for nearly thirty hours, and it was normal for his stomach to cry out of anger.

When he screamed, Mu Ge and Zhuo Lei only felt a little desolate from hunger, and accidentally ran into the ground with gold stars in their eyes.

Muge's eyes were quick, and he propped up the ground, catching Zhuo Lei and placing him on the ground.

"Huzi, do you still have canned meat?"

Huzi flipped through his backpack, which was already a blur, and took out a few half-cans with only some residues in them, and was heartbroken.

Muge took it and handed it to Zore.

It's already their best thing.

Then he stood up, walked to the giant man-eating catfish, picked up the Tibetan knife and stabbed it.

"Huzi, yours". He cut off a piece and handed it to him.

Huzi took it and asked stupidly, "Brother Muge, can such a big man-eating catfish be eaten raw?"

Besides, I don't know how many bacteria there are on the fish.

Muge glared coldly: "I don't want to die, eat-"

"Your ......"

After dividing it, he cut off a piece himself, and regardless of whether it tasted good or not, he took a big bite on it.

"Vomit~phew~" It's disgusting, although this fish doesn't have many bones, it looks pretty good, but when you eat it in your mouth, it's obviously very soft, but it's like a pimp, it's very chewy, and it's full of fishy smell.

However, he just paused, closed his eyes, and forced himself to stuff this disgusting thing into his mouth, and in the absence of fresh water, he swallowed several times of gagging.

You can still use the snow outside, but now there is no ice and snow under the ice and snow, which has to be said to be a sadness.

The rest of the people are not much better, there is only a dead end if they don't eat, and between life and death, there will always be an incomparably powerful power in their hearts.

"Let's go"! Having cut off several backpacks full of man-eating catfish meat, I am afraid that they will live in the future, and everyone continues to walk on the unknown and dangerous road.

All the way forward, a narrow passage suddenly appeared in front of me, only less than ten meters long, and the exit was two round holes with a diameter of less than one meter high, separated by a vertical stone pillar in the middle, but the outside was brightly lit, and oil lamps and torches like horn cups were lit everywhere, like ghost fires in the dark night.

Huzi walked in front to explore the way, and the sudden light in front of him startled him and immediately stopped.

Mu Ge helped Zhuo Lei, frowned and asked, "What?"

"Come and see." Huzi is still shocked.

Zhuo Lei walked by, his eyes were around, and his heart was full of shock: "Is this the oil lamp left over from thousands of years ago?" It's incredible."

But they were only shocked for a moment, and continued to move forward, but the steps under their feet were much smaller, and who knew what danger was hidden here?

The exit of the passage turned out to be a huge artificially carved stone skeleton, and their exit was in the eye socket of the skeleton.

"What kind of carving is this"? Everyone looked at Master Ulla, and if anyone inside knew, it must be him.

The monk stepped forward to take a look, his heart was shocked, and he lowered his head and said: "The god of death, Ahbechi, the elder brother of the legendary goddess of the moon, the incarnation of the sun god in hell, is the leader of the nine night gods in hell.

Sometimes it is an old man with rickety, sometimes an old woman with claws like eagle claws, but at most of the time, like most of the world's teachings, is a skeleton with the staff of judgment of the gods in its hand and a bell on its body."

Everyone was shocked, what kind of place did they go to, it couldn't be a real hell, right?

Looking around with trepidation, the torches in the hall were five meters below, and the vault of the hall was hidden in deep darkness, and the whole hall, as far as the naked eye could see, all the statues, drawings, decorations, were related to the skeletons.

The horn torches, held by the skeletons, and the bas-reliefs on the walls are huge skulls, complete or only the upper half, and each tooth has been carved to the point where the craftsmen have carved it to its core.

Some of the black murals that can be seen are also standing or sitting skeletons, realistic, abstract, and vivid in form as if they were living skeletons.

The porches are carved into round skulls with large mouths, and people need to drill in and out of the mouths of these skulls, and the pillars that support the hall are neat ribs, giving the impression of walking in the chest skeleton of a giant, and the large floor is about fifteen square meters on each side, and it is full of relief patterns of skeleton slaves being flogged and being tortured.

They walked for a long time and saw many large and small skeleton statues, and this level was even bigger than they had imagined.

They never dared to imagine that someone could build such a convincing palace art out of skeletons.

The whole side wall of the whole palace is in the same straight line, and they are like walking in a huge room, and it is impossible to measure its length and width, and someone divides it into small rooms, each room is about tens of meters high, hundreds of meters long.

After a long time, they were exhausted, and they had almost dug into the ground, and they had searched every skull carving, every corner of their ribs, and found no way up to it.

The mechanism has encountered a lot, once the tiger touched the mechanism under his feet, the skeleton sculpture in front of him suddenly opened the chest cavity, almost dragging the tiger into the body, fortunately it was the Yushan girl who was quick to save the person.

Is it true that the naïve wants to kill them? There was such a question mark in everyone's hearts.

"Master......" Lao Su Sun Miao was opening his mouth, as if he wanted to speak and stopped.

Master Ulla was stunned for a moment and asked, "Please say something about the donor."

Sun Miaozheng shook his head, but he didn't say it in the end, maybe he felt that now was not the time.

"Mom~, I have worked hard to get to the present, I must not give up halfway, I must find an exit no matter what." Zhuo Lei clenched his right fist and said coldly.

In order to find the legendary Shambhala, he kept on the road ahead, and because of this, he broke his arm, and now he has walked more than half the way, and even if he climbs, he will have to climb the rest of the way.

It's just that he shouldn't have been obsessed with it in the first place.

Once a person takes a wrong step, he can only take it step by step and continue to go on in the dark.

Back? There are so many ways to turn back.

Everyone nodded in agreement with his decision, there is an old saying that it is better to die than to live, if you don't try, you can only wait for death here, if there is really no way out, then at least you have worked hard, and there will be no regrets.

As soon as they said go, they headed north, where they had never been.

Today, there is a clear difference between the north-south hall and the east-west direction, and the hall of Fangcai is dominated by relief skulls on the wall, and the wall is decorated with the image of a black skeletal slave.

In a hall, they found a skull skull five meters high and weighing more than 100 tons.

As they stepped past the back of a skull's head and reached the next hall from the skull's eye socket, a burial pit appeared in front of them, causing everyone to be horrified.

The central hall is more than three times wider than the surrounding halls, and the original flat and smooth floor is like a collapsed subway project, which is rectangular and rectangular tunnels are recessed everywhere.

These tunnels are about three meters wide and five meters high, and range between 100 meters in length.

The dry bones in the burial pit are not dozens or hundreds of neatly arranged, but countless dry bones are piled together, like scattered building block toys, filling the entire tunnel.

Among those dry bones, there were human bones, there were animal bones, and each one was the same as the surrounding stone wall, reflecting a miserable white, a strange white, which appeared to be free of impurities, as if every bone had been cleaned and then piled up in a burial pit.

In the flickering room, everyone was eerily quiet except for the sound of each other's heavy breathing.

Gemu looked at it for a while, his brows furrowed, and he suddenly whispered: "Brother, the bones in the pit seem to be very unusual, I don't think the bones in the burial pit should be so clean." ”

In the traditional sense, the burial pit only kills the living people and animals at the same time as the burial of the nobles, and buries them in the pit that has been dug in the tomb, and the corpses are corrupted after death, coupled with a series of chemical and biological changes, the color of the dry bones should be close to the color of the soil, and the bones here are white and a little abnormal.

And the bones are densely piled up, and the number of dry bones buried here is staggering!

Zhuo Lei looked around, and there were as many as fifty or sixty burial pits that he could see, and if each burial pit was filled with this dense bone, how many people would it be?

What really happened?

Everyone is silent, and sometimes life really seems so small.

It's really ridiculous to think about complaining about trivial things like goosebumps at times.