"These corpses are not all from the Yuanmeng period." Lai Zi picked up a leg bone and said: "Judging from the tooth bones, these corpses under the sculpture have been from various dynasties since the Yuan and Mongolian periods. ”

"Such a big time span?" Lady's expression was a little surprised.

"Hmm." Yoriko nodded.

"Grandma's, isn't that the same as the wild burial group I encountered before?" The fat man crossed his waist, looked at the bones that were dug up in front of him, and stammered: "This matter is really full of evil spirits, could it be that it was also killed by someone like the old flag chief......

"It's not impossible." Raiko nodded.

Except for the fat man's statement, there is really no other explanation for it.

In any case, it is unlikely that dead bodies from different eras will be buried together, let alone on such a large scale as in front of them?

Zhang Meng didn't think about the cause of death of these bones at the moment, but said intently: "In this way, it has nothing to do with Yuanmeng's secret burial?" ”

"Hmm." Zhao San took a puff of his cigarette and said, "It seems that it shouldn't matter, otherwise there wouldn't be so many corpses from other eras." ”

"Shall we dig then?" Lady Na looked back at Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng looked up at everyone.

Seeing Zhang Meng's resolute expression, the fat man took two steps back and said, "I said that you are Zhang Lacking, you won't be so stupid, right?" Do you want to stay and see what the hell is going on? There are no troubadours here, and there are no Mongol tribes. ”

"And we don't have much time." Yoriko added.

"Look, everybody disagrees." The fat man looked around stupidly and said, "The sooner you leave here, the better, the bones in this place look goosebumps." ”

"It's not going to leave so soon." Zhao San took two more puffs of dry tobacco, turned around and comforted the fat man, "No, you can take a look at ...... again"

"Look, what are you looking at?" The fat man pretended to be confused and rolled his eyes, and wanted to go back to sleep.

But Zhang Meng grabbed the back collar and said, "You say, what do you want to see?" How much nonsense. ”

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Caught the hair. The fat man bared his teeth in dissatisfaction and said angrily: "Do you know that curiosity kills cats?" I'm sure it has nothing to do with Yuanmeng's secret burial, what else do you care about. ”

"Let you see, you will watch." Seeing that the fat man was pushing back and not wanting to study the stone carving, Zhang Meng angrily kicked the fat man's ass.

However, the fat man, who had long expected that Zhang Meng would kick out, jumped to the side, dodged, and muttered in his mouth: "Zhang Quede, the fat man has long expected that you will have black feet behind your back." ”

"Less nonsense, go and see!" Zhang Meng urged the fat man.

"Forget it, I'll serve you. Somebody come and give me a hand, let me go up. The fat man sighed, took the flashlight from Zhao San's hand, and gestured to Laizi.

Laizi hurriedly pushed the fat man onto the stone carving.

The stone carvings in the deserted sand castle have long been eroded by the wind, but I don't know what the stone carvings are made of, and they can still withstand the weight of a fat man.

The fat man was lying on the stone carving, with a funny expression, nervously observing every line on the stone carving.

Because before dark, the fat man also looked at these stone statues with Zhang Meng, but he didn't find anything, so when the fat man looked at it for the second time, he was extra careful. Although it was very dark, under the illumination of the flashlight, there was an unexpected effect.

For some unknown reason, several stone carvings around it were superimposed on top of each other, forming a blurry picture.

This unexpected discovery suddenly made the fat man dumbfounded.

Because of the problem of perspective, Zhang Meng and others under the stone carving did not find any changes in the stone carving.

Instead, he asked the fat man curiously: "I said fat, what do you see?" ”

"Don't talk." The fat man turned around and shouted at Zhang Meng, and then shouted Laizi: "Laizi, come up and take a look." ”

"Something?" Raiko frowned.

"What the hell did you find?" Zhang Meng said urgently.

The fat man didn't pay attention to Zhang Meng at all, dealt with the stone carving, and pulled Lai Zi up.

Seeing Lai Zi coming up, the fat man said to himself: "How do I think that the projection technique of this stone carving is a Taoist technique." ”

"Taoist tricks?" Zhang Meng below frowned slightly, and said puzzledly: "What's the matter?" Isn't this the birthplace of shamans? Why is Taoism involved? Have you ever been here? ”

"I don't know if it's Qiu Chuji." The fat man said, "But don't forget the stone statue left by the shaman witch before. ”

"Huh?" After the fat man's reminder, everyone couldn't help but ponder, and after a while, the fat man said in a deep voice: "Could it be that since that village temple, there is a Taoist organ technique?" It's just that we haven't found out all along? That...... This deserted city ......"

"This makes it clear how the Mongols could have built a castle here." Lady Na nodded, then looked at the fat man and Lai Zi and asked, "But how do you know so well about the Taoist technique?" ”

Lady Na lost a memory during her trip to Kunlun Mountain, and she no longer remembered the knowledge that Lai Zi showed in Kunlun Mountain. At this time, seeing that Lai Zi and the fat man knew so much about Taoist techniques, they couldn't help but have some doubts in their hearts.

The fat man didn't explain, but looked at Raiko.

Laizi nodded and said, "It looks like a Taoist trick." ”

"If it was a Taoist thing, this secret burial would definitely not be here." The fat man shook his head.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Zhang Meng hadn't thought it through for a while, the fat man pursed his lips and said, "You are stupid!" Temujin and Qiu Chuji had already turned against each other in the end, how could the Golden Family still let the Taoist people know where Temujin's secret burial was. ”

Just as the fat man finished speaking, Laizi, who was lying on it, said, "Not necessarily." ”

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Laizi didn't agree, the fat man hurriedly asked.

"I said that the technique of this trick is not like that of Qiu." Raiko said.

"No, why do I think the marks on the stone carvings are about the same time?" The fat man muttered, "Could it be that my eyesight has regressed?" ”

"It's not that you're regressing, it's that this builder and Qiu Chuji, the difference is only a few decades." Lai Zi said in a very affirmative tone: "This technique should be a technique in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty, and it doesn't seem to have obtained the essence, otherwise, the projected and synthesized image would not be so blurry......

"From the beginning of the Ming Dynasty?" The fat man frowned.

Listening to the conversation between the two, although Zhang Meng didn't know why Laizi's eyes were so poisonous, he could even tell the difference of decades. But when I heard that it was the trick of the early Ming Dynasty, the disappointment just now suddenly surfaced again.

Before everyone could figure it out, they suddenly heard Lai Zi on the stone carving shouting: "It's not good, run!" ”