Under the bewildered gaze of the crowd, a hoarse voice brought the bead close to Yussi's injured shoulder.

At this time, my hand was still pressing on it, and at the same time, my hand was also covered with blood, and when the beads approached, I suddenly felt some itching on the back of my hand, and a closer look found that the blood was quickly coagulated and blackened after the beads were close.

"Let go."

The hoarse voice spoke again, motioning for me to let go of the hand that was pressing on the wound.

I spread my hand and watched from the sidelines, trying to see what he was going to do, only to find that when the bead approached the wound that was bleeding from Yussi, the blood that flowed out quickly coagulated, and the whole wound became charred black, and the bleeding had completely stopped in just a few seconds.

Several of us looked at the scene in amazement, as if we were watching a miracle.

"How? What do I mean by principle? ”

I was a little incoherent and asked what was going on.

The hoarse voice put away the beads and said lightly: "This foreign metal can accelerate blood clotting. ”

I frowned: "It's that simple? ”

He nodded.

I felt that something was wrong, and after thinking about it, I asked, "Wouldn't that cause the blood in the human body to clot?" ”

He shook his head and said, "No, only blood that is exposed to a large amount of oxygen will clot quickly, and we have done experiments on this before. ”

"I see."

I then asked, "How do you know?" This bead ......"

He paused and said, "I also found it by chance, and then I made a lot of attempts, and I found that this is the use, and there is no use for anything else......"

He said that the beads had no other use, but I immediately thought of the mysterious ritual on the petroglyphs, and I continued to ask, "What about the rituals on the petroglyphs?" They couldn't have imagined it, did they? ”

He shook his head, looked at the wound on Yussi's shoulder, and said, "What would have happened to this kind of wound thousands of years ago?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood what he meant, this kind of injury may be equivalent to certain death in ancient times, but the beads can stop the bleeding so quickly is tantamount to resurrection.

What we can explain with science now, the ancients didn't know, and in their opinion, maybe it was a miracle.

The ancients may have discovered the special effect of this meteorite by some coincidence, and it is not difficult to understand that at a time when productivity was extremely low, it was natural to be able to witness such a miracle and worship it.

I was discussing with the hoarse voice, Qiao Er looked at this scene, his eyes were a little gloomy, it seemed that he was surprised by the fact that he had just taken out the beads from my backpack, but what happened next made his expression strange.

The hoarse voice saw that the wound on You Xiqian's shoulder had scabbed, so he withdrew the beads in his hand, and then casually threw them to Qiao Er, who was in a daze.

I'm a little anxious, this bead is in Qiao Er's hands, he won't blow up his hair, and when the time comes, he will turn his face and don't recognize people, and it will definitely be our side that suffers.

But the beads were already in his hands, and it was too late to say anything, and I didn't know what to do, so I said in a hurry: "That...... Isn't it going to be left to 653? ”

The hoarse voice looked up at me, and said, "I don't need it anymore, if I'm not mistaken, they're already here......"

"They? You mean 653? ”

"It should be their ......" The hoarse voice paused, turned to look at Qiao Er, and asked, "I guessed right, right?" ”

Qiao Er came back to his senses at this time, played with the beads in his hand, and said, "That's right." ”

I frowned, so the person who exchanged fire with Qiao Er was 653, but 653 is also a regular army, this behavior is obviously to kill people and oversell goods, I was a little puzzled, so I asked Qiao Er: "They shot it?" I mean hurt you......"

Qiao Er shook his head: "No, it's the kid surnamed Wen." ”

"This ......"

I thought it was a bit of a mess, and I couldn't figure out what was going on, and the hoarse voice standing next to me chuckled again.

"Hehe, the ...... surnamed Wen"

Qiao Er was obviously a little dissatisfied with his laughter, and said, "What's so funny? ”

The hoarse voice said, "You've been investigating for so long, and you still haven't figured out his origin?" ”

Qiao Er was silent.

The hoarse voice continued, "Heiji Kuroki, if this name is unfamiliar, you should have heard of Kuroki Taro, right?" ”

"Devils?"

Qiao Er and I hadn't spoken yet, and the fat man interjected.

The hoarse voice nodded, and then said, "That's right, they are father and son. ”

"Kuroki Taro ......"

I was chattering, always thinking that I had seen this name somewhere, and suddenly remembered that I had read a history magazine before, which introduced archaeologists from a certain country who were in the army during World War II, and it seemed that there was this name among them.

Thinking of this, I asked, "That guy seems to be a historian during World War II, right?" Can it be father and son? I mean they're a bit of a big age gap......"

A hoarse voice said, "Heiji Kuroki has been irradiated by meteorites just like us, and he is no younger than me. ”

I frowned, thought about it for a while, and said, "Isn't the director of the provincial bureau Wenhuiwen his father?" and the archaeology department he studied with Liu Rumei......"

"Huh."

The hoarse voice chuckled again, and he said, "You have to think about these things for yourself." ”

I was stunned again, and suddenly thought of the key to it, before Wen Xianbao disappeared, Wenhui blocked the city bureau for a week, I thought it was a thought, but now I think maybe I lost my master and was anxious; As for his study in the Department of Archaeology, the specific situation is unknown, perhaps to understand Liu Rumei.

I wanted to continue to ask about Moon Hyun-bo, but the gunshots suddenly intensified.

At this time, the one with a deep voice had already retreated, carrying a gun and saying, "No, the foreign devil and the soldier are working, and I can't find that bastard......"

I think the bastard in his mouth should refer to Wen Xianbao, and the other soldier and foreign devil should be 653 people and the group of mercenaries got into it, but when we came over, they were obviously all numb to the ground, so I asked: "Foreign devils?" It's the mercenaries, right? How did they wake up? ”

A deep voice glanced at his watch and said, "The anesthetic has been working for a long time......

I then asked, "This is just a little longer, is your medicine freshly spilled?" ”

He said: "Respiratory anesthetics degrade very quickly, and the effect of the drugs has almost dissipated from the time they blasted the broken glass amps to the present. ”

The corners of my mouth twitched and asked, "You set up the anesthetic before?" ”

He nodded.

"I see."

We were talking, and the hoarse voice suddenly said to the deep voice, "You take them out in the back, and I'll go see the situation." ”

The deep voice hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and then was about to take us away, and the fat man asked him where he was going with a confused face, and he gave the fat man a blank look, and said nothing.

The three of us, plus You Xiqian, who was held by Qiao Er, and the group of five followed the deep voice around and found that there was a hole in the corner of the back wall of the ice cave, which looked unusually deep, and I didn't know where it led.

"From here, walk along the cave and you can walk out of Yaotai Mountain."

The deep voice said lightly, reached out and patted me and Wu Xufeng's shoulders respectively, then touched the fat man's head again, and continued: "Let's go, it's up to us here......"

The fat man pulled his hand away with some disgust and said, "Don't touch your head, it's not tall to touch your head......."

"Hehe......"

The deep voice withdrew his hand with a smile, turned to look at Qiao Er, and said to him: "Second boy, this time you owe us ......"

After he finished speaking, he ignored the group and turned to leave.

"What now?"

The fat man watched him walk away and asked me.

"Let's go, what else can I do......"

I looked at the back of the man with a deep voice, and suddenly felt a little desolate about him, so I shouted, "That...... Watch out! ”

The man paused, did not look back, but waved his hand behind his back......