After careful exploration and exploration, I finally found a wall with a hollow interior.

The reason for this is that the sound of this wall is hollow when it is tapped, so I can be sure that there must be a mezzanine inside!

Condensed the killing intent on the blade, swung the big sword, and slashed at the wall without hesitation.

The hard wall of the boulder could not stop the sharpness of the great sword attached to the battle technique, and after a rapid sound, the front wall was cut out of a large hole with a radius of one meter.

As the wall was cut, the mezzanine hidden within it finally revealed its 'true face'.

I carried the magic stone lamp, and when I stepped into it, I was greeted by not the dazzling light reflected by the treasure, nor the golden light scattered by the gold coins, but an indescribable unpleasant smell.

This smell is like a stuffy fart suddenly released by a person who has been constipated for a week - spicy eyes!

I hurriedly exited the mezzanine and breathed in the outside air.

Although the air in the barren tomb is a little dirty and dreary, it is at least within the acceptable range, and the air in the mezzanine is simply a biological weapon.

"How smelly is this that can smoke you out?" The big sword was on the side, and he couldn't stand it.

"You can smell it," I said, covering my nose.

"I'm sorry, the knife doesn't have a nose, and it doesn't smell like you said, hahahahaha."

It smiled even more.

The spirit of the immortal poor Dao friend of the dead Dao was vividly exerted by the Great Taidao.

Cover your nose and rest for more than ten minutes, put your hand down from your nose, sniff twice, and find that the air around the interlayer is also mixed with some unpleasant smells, but fortunately, there is less inclusion, and it does not affect breathing.

After hesitating for a moment outside the mezzanine, he gritted his teeth and went in again with the magic stone lamp.

This time, the smell was much less, and at least I didn't feel like I was falling into a dung pit when I breathed.

Under the reflection of the philosopher's stone lamp, I saw everything around me clearly, and not only frowned slightly, but at the same time developed an indescribable mood.

What appeared to me was not a treasure, not a jewel, not a gold coin, but a dry bone.

There are hundreds of these dry bones, densely stacked together.

Almost all of these dry bones have flesh and skin, but because of age, the flesh has weathered and withered, and it sticks tightly to the white bones, turning into a withered and dried corpse.

The corpses were of various shapes, some with their mouths wide open as if they were wailing in pain, some with their fingers open as if they were dying, and some of them pushed hard against another person who was pressing on him, as if they were trying to squeeze out of the crowd......

Their forms are different, but their moods are the same, pain, struggle, distortion, resentment, almost all negative emotions can be found on the faces of this group of dried corpses.

Although they could no longer make any sounds, I could still hear their helpless wails as they lay out in my head.

"Holy, this is hell!"

The voice of the Great Taidao sounded in my head.

"That's right, this is hell," I walked around the pile of dried corpses, looking at the expressions of each dried corpse, feeling the despair and pain of each corpse before it died.

"Once, when these dried corpses were still human, they were all different races, look here, this ordinary dried corpse, it is of the human race, this dried corpse with thin ears, it is of the elves, this is of the goblins, this is the goblins, this is the dwarves, and here, this is the orcs, none of these people did not die in pain and despair, I can't imagine what terrible pain they endured when they died, but I can be sure that this place is hell for them!"

"There's a question," Da Taidao said, "why are they killed here?" ”

"I don't know," I shook my head and said, "Maybe it's for the burial, or maybe it's the craftsman who built this mausoleum, and in order to prevent the mausoleum from being stolen, they were disposed of when they finished building the mausoleum." ”

"Isn't this something that only emperors with inflated desires do," Daita Dao said.

"Can work so hard and build the mausoleum, is there anyone else besides the emperor?" I asked rhetorically.

Da Taidao paused and said, "Perhaps, you are right. ”

"What, sympathy for humanity?" I asked.

"It's impossible to sympathize with humanity," said Daitosa, "at least not now." ”

"Then why is your tone so low?"

"Seeing this dried corpse, I think of those compatriots who are buried deep in the mausoleum and may never see the light of day."

"You mean, the knives that were used as burial objects?" I asked.

"It's not just a knife," said the Great Sword, "any blade, in my opinion, is my compatriot." ”

"That's terrible," I said, "I apologize for destroying many of your enemies and forcing you to kill many of your own countrymen." ”

"I don't need you to apologize for this," Dataidao said, "After all, you are my user, and if I put you in trouble in order to protect my compatriots, I will be even more upset." ”

"Huh? That's what you think," I said, "I didn't expect you to have a good conscience." ”

"Rude! You stinky boy! The Great Taidao retorted: "What do you mean by having a good conscience, I am the blade of Leopold with noble sentiments!" ”

Listening to the boasting of the Great Taidao, I continued to observe the pile of dried corpses.

After looking at each of the dried corpses, I couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong with you, are you saddened by the death of your compatriots?" Da Taidao couldn't help but ask.

"No," I said, "I just looked around, these people were all injured in the fatal parts of their bodies before they were thrown here, some in the head and neck, some in the chest, and some in the abdomen, in short, none of them were thrown here in good condition, you say, what kind of person would be thrown into such a place when they are dying?" ”

Da Taidao thought for a moment and said, "Maybe as you said, they are either burial companions or craftsmen who build mausoleums. ”

"Which is more likely?" I asked.

"I can't be sure about this," Da Taidao said, "If they are carrying tools or something of special significance, I can help you judge it." ”

I shook my head slightly and sighed, "It's a pity that the flesh and skin of these people have completely dried up and solidified, and they can't see what they used to be at all." ”

"What do you see their hands doing?" Taidao asked.

"If they are craftsmen, there must be a lot of cocoons in a particular position."

"And what if they're the ones who accompany the burial?"

"There are only two possibilities for the person who accompanies the burial, one is the closest person to the king during his lifetime, and the other is the slave, the former will not have any calluses on his hands, and the latter will be covered with all kinds of calluses, which are easy to identify, but ......"

(End of chapter)