As soon as I leaned out half of my body, I was pulled up by Pei and Huzi, and the corpse maggots behind me almost followed my heels, "Hurry up and block the staircase." I screamed.

In desperation, the few of us didn't look at it, and rolled a few round wooden pillars placed in the room to the staircase. After blocking the group of corpse maggots that wanted to climb up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the wooden pillars placed indoors gasping for breath.

"Thanks to these wooden pillars, if there were no these wooden pillars, the brothers would definitely see Brother Su." Huzi gasped for air

As soon as Huzi said this, I noticed that the entire second floor was neatly stacked with a lot of large wooden stakes about two meters long and about one meter in diameter. The wooden stakes were neatly laid flat in the burial chamber, and there were eighteen of them in total that we blocked the staircase.

"Bah! This looks like a place to store fuel, huh? Li Zhen said in surprise.

"That's not right! I don't think it's too carefully cut to say that these stakes are used to fuel the fire. Pei said as he looked at the stake

I agree with Pei's point of view, the cut is so neat, and the size and thickness are so uniform, it cannot be used to burn fire. If I had to draw a conclusion, I think it would be more reasonable to use it in architecture. Whether it is to modify the house, or furniture, wooden carts, and other daily necessities, it is inseparable from wood, but in the desert under the condition of lack of resources, wood is enough to be comparable to gold and silver, and it is reasonable to put it here.

"Where is this girl getting so much wood? This desert that is lighter than my ass, where are there so many wooden stakes. No wonder this person is so rare, still hiding in this broken tower, and there are all black-faced monsters guarding below. Huzi patted the stake and said

"That's not right!"

"Isn't that right? Yang Xiuyuan didn't say you, just you love to be suspicious all day. ”

"Huzi, you're patting the stake." I had a vague feeling that I had clearly misjudged just now.

Huzi slapped the stake a few times, and the stake made a muffled echo, and after hearing the sound, Pei also found the problem, "The stake is hollow!" ”

"What's wrong with the hollow, maybe the worm will empty the inside, you love to worry about it all day." Huzi doesn't know how to pretend to understand.

I then knocked on the other stakes, and to my strange discovery, all of them were hollow. The hollowness of the tree is due to the gradual thickening of the trunk, which makes it less and less difficult for the wood in the middle of the trunk to obtain oxygen and nutrients, and the heartwood of the tree may gradually die.

In the absence of antiseptic substances, the core of the tree will gradually decay once bacteria invade or rainwater seeps through the wounds in the trunk. Over time, this will cause the trunk to hollow. But looking at the two ends of the stakes, the growth rings are still clear and strong, and it is obvious that they are not naturally formed, and I can see that these stakes are all "poplar wood", and this is even more unlikely.

Populus euphratica is known as the "patron saint of the desert" and this woody tree is now rare, but the natural environment has not been destroyed before, and this tree is common in the desert.

It is cold-resistant, drought-resistant, salinity-alkaline, sand-resistant, has strong vitality, and the wood is quite strong, there is such a sentence to describe it, "three thousand years" that is, to live for a thousand years without dying, after death for a thousand years without falling, after a thousand years of decay does not rot. With such a strong wood, hollow is simply not possible.

The more I think about it, the more incredible it becomes, what kind of immortal magic can hollow out the inside of the tree without harming the outside? With a flashlight, Shang Yang and I carefully searched for clues on the stake, and the bark was still clinging to the stake, giving people the feeling of being cut down.

Then we looked at the rings on the stake and counted them, and we were sure that the tree was at least two hundred years old. Looking at the cutting place at both ends of the stake, people can't help but marvel at the magic of the ancients, in the absence of a cutter, saw, except for a thin scar in the middle, the smoothness makes people a little staggered.

When I saw the incision at one end of the stake, I seemed to feel that it was strange, but I could tell what the problem was, and the number of rings was still about two hundred years old, a scar similar to the accident when cutting.

Thinking of this, my mind suddenly lit up, right the question is here, if there was a hand mistake when accidentally cutting, with this scar, why does each stake have such a scar, and the position is in the middle, just the round incision of the stake, divided into two parts.

I pulled out my saber, looked at Pei, and pointed at the crack with the tip of the knife, Shang Yang seemed to understand what I meant, and nodded knowingly. The tip of the knife was aimed horizontally at the injury, and with the slow force of my hand, the saber was easily inserted, and I slowly pressed down on the hilt, and with a "crunch" sound, the scar actually cracked a gap, and I couldn't pry it with the saber.

"Huzi come and help, take a hand." I shouted in surprise.

Huzi held the handle of the knife, "Go aside, just use this big strength, watch your brother's performance." As the tiger squeaked, the sound of "creaking, creaking" came to mind in his ears. The whole stake slowly cracked open a crack that was large enough to reach into a hand.

I held down the handle of the knife with Pei and beckoned Huzi to reach in, lifting the upper part, and the crack was smeared with a layer of viscous liquid similar to glue. The stickiness is very strong, and after the tiger hand is stuffed in, he has tried hard several times, but he has not been able to lift it up, and he is tired of taking the goods, his face is red and his neck is thick.

"Where are you two still holding the handle of the knife, how many are you warping, and you want to sharpen your skills? I don't have my hands free to help. Huzi said with a red face.

Only then did I react, after all, this saber is only so short, and the power of prying with the knife is definitely not as great as the power of lifting it by hand.

With the addition of Pei and I, under the slogan of one, two, and three in Huzi's mouth, everyone worked together, and the upper part of the stake was directly picked up by us.

Due to the excessive force, coupled with the shaking of the first few tigers, the adhesion slowly weakened. Everyone was unprepared, and was directly sat on the floor by Shin's buttocks, and the upper part of the stake was thrown more than a meter away, splashing a puff of dust.

"Oops! Damn, do you want to make Lao Tzu's anus fissure? Huzi rubbed his ass and scolded.

"What does it have to do with me, Lao Tzu is working on your slogans? If you want to blame yourself, Lao Tzu's ass still hurts. ”

"Yang Xiuyuan!" Li Zhen, who was standing in front of the open stake, his voice became quite low, and he stopped talking after calling me.

Looking at him with his fists clenched and his whole body trembling slightly, I knew that the situation was not good, and I got up and walked to the stake.

(End of chapter)