Wang Xingguo and others also caught up, and Grandpa Pandi finally dragged his heavy steps into the cave, and everyone continued to move forward along the cave, and the words and patterns that occasionally appeared on the cave wall finally made this cold and monotonous cave seem to have a hint of civilization.

Dick's main concern is that the ghost scepter is not here, in his imagination this cave will be full of gold, silver and jewelry, as the crossroads of the Silk Road, Loulan has accumulated a lot of treasures, and if it is a royal migration, they will definitely bring treasures, but continue to go deeper for more than a hundred meters, Dick did not see anything, which makes Dick suspect that what he wants most cannot be here at all!

Dick looked a little irritable, he also began to have a headache, he worked hard, listening to those primitive people in the fortress telling boundless mythological stories, painstakingly passing through the canyon of the dead, dodging avalanches, trying his best to deceive Tchaikov and others, definitely not here to watch these villains dancing with knives and guns on the walls!

In the archaeological world, these things are undoubtedly of great academic value, but in Dick's eyes, the level of drawing here is like graffiti when he was 5 years old! He wants a real treasure, a ghostly scepter that can change his fate!

Without the scepter, Dick was almost certain of his tragic fate.

“GOD！ Dick, you can't be so depressed, maybe the backup plan can turn the tables for you! Dick had a splitting headache, and he could almost see that after his defeat, Mr. Christopher stood in front of him with a sneer, announcing that Dick was about to become a beggar!

"Give me a pill!" Dick grabbed Chen Badai beside him, and he needed medicine to relieve his irritability.

Chen Badai knew why Dick had a headache, and it was not the mountains that afflicted him, but the desire to get the scepter.

Dick slowed down and leaned against the wall of the cave, but Tchaikov did not have the intention of waiting, and passed past him.

Dick took the medicine and felt better, when he suddenly heard Mr. Min exclaim, "Oh my God! ”

Dick is in good spirits! Sceptre! The Scepter has appeared! He fumbled for the pistol in his pocket and walked inside......

But Dick didn't see the scepter he wanted to see, and continued to walk down the hole, and after turning a corner, he was greeted by a large crowd of people, a large group of frozen people, to be exact!

The people were stacked on top of each other, still in the same position as when they were frozen, some curled up in a ball, some lying flat, some leaning on the side!

Tchaikov plucked up his courage and walked over to the nearest one, an old man of about 50 years old, his skin had shriveled, like a wax statue, his eyes were slightly closed, his mouth was slightly open, and under him, there was another thinner man......

They were dressed in woolen clothes, and Tchaikov carefully removed the hat from the old man's head, which was a special style, a felt hat made of brown camel hair,

Xia Ruobing knew as soon as she looked at what they were wearing that this was the Loulan people who had migrated here! A woman leaning against the edge of the stone wall was draped in a woolen blanket pinned to the edge of the blanket with a bronze hairpin, and some were wearing sheepskin blouses and shoes made of suede under their feet! On some woolen textiles, Xia Ruobing saw Loulan's unique geometric patterns, which no one could replicate Loulan's textile method!

It was like a huge morgue, and the dead were carried here, and at first they were placed against the stone wall in the south, and then there were more and more people, occupying most of the ground in the cave, and they had no choice but to stack the corpses, thousands of years later, the high altitude and the cold prevented the growth of bacteria, and these corpses were quite well preserved, and the cold dehydrated the corpses, and their skin had already lost its elasticity, and it looked a little sallow, maintaining the posture of the dead.

"Ruobing, there's something here." Wang Xingguo inspected the body, he saw an old man placed alone, he was dressed differently from others, he was wearing dark red clothes, and there was a feather on his hat......

Wang Xingguo carefully pulled out the sheepskin from his hand, opened it and saw that it was full of Lu Wen......

This is definitely an academic discovery! Xia Ruobing found that many of the above Lu scripts were seen for the first time, she opened the Lu script comparison table, and worked hard to decipher the words on the sheepskin according to the grammatical structure of Lu Wen!

So far, there was no trace of the scepter, but Tchaikov was much more relaxed, and while Xia Ruobing was translating the parchment scroll, he continued to explore it for a short time.

Dick was discouraged, his face was ugly, these frozen dead people meant nothing to him, and Dick swore that when he returned to the fortress, he would break the blind old man to pieces! He personally said that the survivors of the Poseidon had returned the Spectre Scepter 700 years ago! But there is only one dead man here! Nothing!

The morgue continued inward with three deep passages, and no one knew where they led. Tchaikov stood at the entrance of a passage, a strong light shot into the depths, he saw a faint mist in the passage, and suddenly a cold wind hit his face, Tchaikov shivered with fright, and quickly retreated.

There was a strange sound echoing in the cave, as if someone was whispering, making everyone feel cold in their hearts, and the murmur was mixed with someone's cry, and the terrible cry really hit everyone's eardrums.

"Tchaikov, what the hell did you do?!" Pandey clutched the ice axe tightly.

"I didn't do anything...... Tchaikov was also nervous, could it be that there are really ghosts in the world? I accidentally angered them.

The mournful wails grew louder and louder, and people involuntarily gathered together, holding things that could be used as weapons in a circle, but no one knew how much the "weapon" in their hands would do to the undead.

A terrible scream almost tore everyone's eardrums, everyone involuntarily covered their ears, and a gust of yin wind poured into the cave from the passage, blowing so that people couldn't open their eyes, and the yin wind swirled several times, and finally disappeared......