"Last time, one of our archaeological team couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere of Chang'an Town, so he grabbed a townsman and asked questions, and finally beat the other party. The man didn't fight back, he still fought him, but guess what happened? ”

Speaking of this, the glasses man's voice trembled a little: "Later...... Then he died, and his hands and feet were cut off, and he died a terrible death! ”

I frowned and said, "That doesn't seem to mean anything, does it?" Maybe it's the revenge of the townspeople, but what does it have to do with the curse? ”

"You may not know that he slept in a camping tent with us on the night he died, but during the whole process, none of us heard any movement, and there was no trace of the tent being opened, and the next morning I found that his hands and feet had been cut off, and he had been dead for a long time!"

The man with glasses shrunk his neck and said with a look of fear: "The weirdest thing is that it was not someone else who killed him, but himself!" He cut off his hands and feet alive with his hand axe, and died of agony, without uttering a single scream. Tell me, is this something that people can do? ”

I squinted my eyes and wondered if there was anything wrong with what this man was saying.

"How many people are in your archaeological team? How long have you been here? I asked.

"There are about a dozen people in total, and they haven't been in this ghost place for half a year." The man with glasses smiled bitterly and said: "We are all okay, like Brother Ying, there are many people who have been there for three or five years, and over the years, they have searched the entire Chang'an Town, but they can't find a way out."

I couldn't help frowning, I couldn't find a way out after three or five years, could it be that Chang'an Town was really a Jedi?

If so, then it's a big problem! I don't want to spend the rest of my life in this weird, uninspiring Chang'an town.

"By the way, did you come here to see a man? An old man in his fifties and sixties. "I thought of the master, if the master came here.

Now it's imperative to converge first.

"Can I remember, what does that old man look like?"

I was stunned for a moment, realized that I was speaking too generally, and added, "I am a little unreliable in my speech, I like to say some strange afterwords, and I look crazy." ”

The man in glasses shook his head, "I rarely have contact with the townspeople, and even if I talk to them, they won't pay attention to you." ”

The man with glasses thought for a while before he said, "I've seen one of the ones you said, I don't know if it's the person you're looking for?" ”

I was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Where is he?" ”

"I'm afraid you won't see ......"

The man with glasses smiled bitterly and said, "Because...... He's dead! ”

He's dead?

I shuddered, "Impossible, where is the others?" ”

"About ten days ago I saw an old man, talking a little crazy, two days ago when I passed by the gate of Ping'an Hospital, I saw his body from a distance, because I was afraid I didn't dare to look closely, I only knew that he was thin and thin, already like a skeleton."

"Where's Ping An Hospital?" I still don't give up asking. I don't believe the master will die here.

The man with glasses shrunk his neck and shook his head: "I advise you not to go to that place, evil sect!" Listening to Brother Ying, there is always a very strange laughter in the Ping'an Hospital at night, and an outsider couldn't help but be curious to break in, and he hasn't come out since! ”

"Since there's something strange going on at night, why don't you just go during the day?" I say.