In the last thing, Zhang Meng can say that he has never seen similar formulas in any scientific field, because those patterns are beyond his cognition.

For example, the latter function is completely a trend that Zhang Meng can't understand; There are also those geometric patterns, which are much more complex than modern cubes and cuboids, and seeing the dense water chestnut, Zhang Meng has no interest in continuing to study.

At the beginning of the last paragraph, there are some complex fonts, Zhang Meng and Xiaolou are still helpless, they just memorized those simple dictionaries before, and they naturally have no way to translate these words.

"Don't worry about it, it's like an exclamation point......"

Xiao Lou took a closer look, and she found that at the end of this sentence, there were many characters of the same type, so she guessed.

Zhang Meng nodded, and then turned his gaze to the last large paragraph.

The last large section is full of pictures and texts, occupying most of the stone slabs, this portrait has also been seen by Zhang Meng before, but there is no gain.

It was a huge door, and inside the door appeared a devilish figure, staring at the man outside the door with a sarcastic smile. The man outside the door reached out his hand, as if trying to touch the face of the man inside the door.

After that, a word.

"The experiment was successful!"

Zhang Meng and the fat man Xiaolou squatted in front of the picture, staring at the slate as if they wanted to see through it.

"Why do I think the changes in Brother Jiu'er are inseparable from this slate?"

"You see, although there are some words in front that we haven't translated, there doesn't seem to be anything very special in the other translated words, and Brother Jiu'er suddenly changed his appearance, which must have something to do with this last painting!"

Zhang Meng frowned and said, he felt that those patterns were probably not as simple as they had seen, but he couldn't see any mystery in them anyway.

In the desert, although the thunder did not continue, the sky was getting darker and darker, and the dark clouds rolled over them. After a while, the sun actually blocked out a large area of them, and as far as the eye could see, it was dim and terrifying.

"Fatty, get a torch, let's look around, and if there is nothing left, leave."

Zhang Meng saw that the weather was bad, and he couldn't even see the characters on the slate clearly, so he hurriedly asked the fat man to get a torch, which they had prepared before.

"Okay."

The fat man took out the lighter, poured a little oil on the torch head, and waited for the torch to be lit, and finally it was not as depressed as before.

Zhang Meng frowned, and carefully looked at those patterns from beginning to end, especially the last figure painting, Zhang Meng saw that he could not see anything from the painting, and he could only reluctantly prepare to give up.

A gust of cold wind came from behind, blowing a large goosebump on Zhang Meng's neck, and he said to the fat man:

"Forget it, it seems that we can't find anything, let's go back and avoid it first."

Although thunder is not very frequent in this kind of weather, and the danger outside is not very high, the atmosphere of black clouds pressing down on the city is really a little depressing.

Zhang Meng greeted a few times in succession, but there was no sound behind him, he felt that something was wrong, and immediately turned his head to look.

At this moment, a face dressed in red, which could not distinguish between men and women, and was covered with white rouge, was staring at him not far from him! The eyes of that face seemed to have a curved smile, but its face was calm, and Zhang Meng suddenly felt that all his short hair exploded.

Why did this ghost-like thing in red appear at this time, didn't it have to wait until midnight?

Zhang Meng's face instantly turned blue, it seemed to be twelve o'clock in the night when they met these red-clothed ghosts before, why did this thing run out in broad daylight now?

However, Zhang Meng immediately thought of a sentence on the slate, which seemed to mean 'When the night falls, the king's bloodline will appear' and something like that.

Looking at the face covered with white powder, Zhang Meng felt that the whole person had fallen into an ice cave.

The fat man knelt on the ground with a hideous face, and he seemed to want to stand up, but he was unable to kneel down, as if he was cramping.

Next to him, a ghost in red stared at him in a strange way.

"Damn, die."

Zhang Meng saw the fat man's appearance, and didn't know that something was wrong with him.

He immediately scolded, and then pulled the trigger of the pistol several times, and several bullets shot angrily towards the red-clothed ghost.

Bite! Ding!

The sound of several bursts of gold and stone clashing in a row, the red-clothed ghost didn't seem to even shake.

Zhang Meng's face changed drastically, this pistol is a genuine Type 54 military, and the recoil of the shot even shook his wrists, but it didn't seem to be of any use to these red-clothed ghosts, which made Zhang Meng feel chills in his heart, this fucking didn't know how the fat man was subdued, but with the fat man's skills, it was so easy to catch, and he couldn't deal with this thing by himself.

The red-clothed ghost roared, as if speaking the language of their dynasty, and then slammed towards Zhang Meng, the speed was like when a cheetah was running, almost giving people a second to think.

"It's over, it's over!"

Zhang Meng's soul was all gone, he closed his eyes and waited for the attack of the red-clothed ghost to fall on him.

But after a long time, he didn't feel a trace of pain, not even the feeling of something touching him.

Zhang Meng gritted his teeth, his cold sweat was like rain, and his body was completely soaked with sweat at this moment. This second or two is really like a day.

Zhang Meng felt a little inexplicable, just now seeing the red-clothed ghost's menacing appearance, he should have been ready to attack himself, but at this moment, there was no movement at all.

"Ah Meng!"

Xiao Lou suddenly screamed beside him, Zhang Meng's face changed, and he secretly said in his heart, this damn red-clothed ghost just now won't eat and bully the soft and afraid of the hard, and he didn't attack himself when he went to Xiao Lou, right?

He hurriedly looked back, but there was a fat man's heart-rending roar in his ears, and before Zhang Meng could react, he met a huge completely black eyeball.

Zhang Meng's body seemed to be frozen, he just felt that he didn't know what was going on, and suddenly he felt as if all the strength of his body had been drained, and the whole person fell to the ground like a stone.

It was like a ghost pressing the bed, and he was completely conscious, but he couldn't do anything to shake it up with all his might.