In the dim light, everything in front of me was blurred, except for the glimmer of light hanging from the top of the head.

I watched as the man above pulled the strange "man" I found up with a rope, and I could still see it vaguely.

He was wearing black boots, and he seemed to be carrying something cross-body on his shoulders, giving off a dark wood shiny.

There were these figures all over me, and I couldn't help but feel a little frightened, until the rope above my head poked down for the second time.

When I looked up at the fat man, I noticed that his face was a little abnormal, and he seemed to want to tell me something strange when he looked at him.

This time I climbed up the rope, only to see the strange figure that had just been pulled up lying quietly on the ground.

He felt as if he was wrapped in some kind of silk, but he could vaguely see his chest rise and fall, and he seemed to be breathing.

"Alive."

I was wondering why the others hadn't come up to the rescue, until I heard a "crunch" when I touched my body with both hands.

He sat up suddenly, took a sharp breath, and then fell to the ground stiffly.

The shock caused his legs and sleeves wrapped in white silk to snap suddenly, and the dust flew into the air, looking like he had been dead for years.

It has already turned into a dried corpse.

I was so frightened that I couldn't help but take two steps back, thinking back to the dense figures below the trap just now, could they all be the same as in front of me, they had been dead for a long time.

But you can still see the heaving chest and heartbeat.

In this scene, even Uncle Jiu, who was only concerned about collecting money next to him, was attracted to it, and the fat man used the folding pickaxe in his hand to push away the broken corpse in the wind.

I actually found a swarthy rifle, and it seemed that the black object I saw on his shoulder just now was the rifle in front of me.

**'s handguard has been polished to a swarthy and shiny color, which is something that only a veteran who has been fighting on the battlefield for a long time would have such horrific signs of wear and tear on his pistol.

I couldn't help but tell everyone what was going on, and guess what was going on in these people's deaths.

"Could it be that those artifacts are poisonous?"

The little white face's words instantly made everyone's faces turn green, no wonder such a large pile of dark weapons was placed in the stone room like this, and they were not afraid of being taken by tomb robbers, which was extremely unreasonable.

But right now, the fat man and the dragon boy have even touched those dark weapons, and even the ninth uncle, who has the worst physical fitness, has not had any special conditions so far.

This possibility seems to have been ruled out entirely.

I looked at the swarthy rifle in the fat man's hand, and at the torn clothes on the corpse.

If this is a veteran decades ago, why did he wear black tight clothes instead of a military uniform, and still appear in this weird tomb of Concubine Jin.

The rifling and the front sight at the muzzle of the rifle in front of him had long since rusted, and it was impossible to continue to use it.

So I just rolled up some clothes and lit them, and once again made simple torches.

Under the warm reflection of the torch in my hand, everyone's restless hearts seemed to gradually let go, and I couldn't help but worry a little about whether the spirit weapon was really poisonous.

Then let the fat man and the others throw away all the funeral goods in their hands and pockets, and do not keep any of them.

Although Uncle Nine was a little distressed, he also knew that his life was more important than anything else, so he gritted his teeth and threw all the items in his pocket.

This time, the sturdy dragon boy used a nylon rope to send me and the fat man into the trap that I had just stepped on, and I was faintly uneasy and curious.

Determined to find out what happened to these corpses?

It wasn't until I stepped into the trap that I had accidentally fallen into again, that the black figures around me were exposed to the silk mesh wrapped around them in the light of the torches.

The sallow skin looked like it had lost too much blood, but its chests were undulating and undulating, and they were encased in a translucent white wire mesh, each with their eyes slightly closed and motionless.

The old rifles on their shoulders were dark and shiny, which seemed to prove that they were all veterans of the battlefield.

It's just that I don't know why, everyone's outfit is full of weirdness, and it can be said that the whole body is suspicious.

The fat man carefully checked the equipment on their bodies, and when his fingers touched a person without paying attention, he instantly turned into dust exactly like the old man above just now.

Leaving only old black tights and a rusty rifle, looking at the straight stance, I knew they must be soldiers.

I just don't know which warlord system it belonged to a few decades ago, and why I didn't wear a military uniform.

Seeing that there was no threat at the moment, I beckoned the others to come down as well, but the fat man found a rusty Mauser pistol in the crowd.

He looked at me, as if trying to tell which unit it was by the model of the pistol.

I shook my head slightly, thinking that Mauser pistols had been introduced to China in large numbers since the warlord period and had not been retired until the end of World War II.

With a pistol alone, I couldn't tell where these people came from.

I shook the heavy Mauser pistol in my hand, only to see that the nodal port had been completely corroded by rust and could not be opened.

The rifling of the muzzle was quite intact, and although I didn't know if there was any bullet in it, I still pinned it to my belt.

Maybe it can come in handy at a critical moment.

"Fine, come and see."

At this moment, Uncle Nine seemed to have discovered something in these crowds and was constantly waving at us.

He squinted his eyes and carefully observed the well-preserved corpse in front of him, the mysterious veteran in a black bodysuit in front of him had not turned into dust in the wind.

Instead, he was carefully put down by Uncle Jiu, and used a dagger to pry open his mouth little by little, and he could see that the tongue in his mouth had been cut off.

In addition, the waxy yellow skin also has a faint hint of turquoise patina.

This strange scene really scared me and the fat man.

How could it be rusty on a person's skin, but the corpse in front of him was indeed covered with green patina like the bronze outside.

It really scared everyone.

"Don't be afraid, I look more like some kind of Gu poison, but Gu is produced in Yunnan."

"Uncle Nine, I've never been there, and I don't know what kind of Gu these people fell for and died."

Uncle Nine was afraid that we would not believe what he said, so he pointed to another corpse wrapped in silk and spoke.

"You see, the silk that grows on these bodies actually grows from the pores of the corpses."

Under the slow illumination of the firelight, I really found that the white silk wrapped around the corpse was really as Uncle Nine said.

It is the corpse that grows from the inside out, and it looks more like it is caused by standing for a long time after death, and the longer the filament grows, the longer it will hang all over the corpse.

I looked up at the hundreds of corpses in front of me, thinking to myself what kind of Gu poison could make these veterans who had experienced life and death on the battlefield all quietly buried here.

And it seems that they did not suffer in any way before they died, otherwise they would not have been unaware of it.