Sure enough, after Xiao Mao said it, I took a closer look at it again, and found that the bone on the forehead of this corpse was like a piece of glass, and after the strong light penetrated the flesh on the outside of the bone, I could clearly see this almost transparent bone.

"Is this person very powerful?" I've never heard that human bones can be as transparent as glass.

"He has cultivated Bandar Kyaw, but he has reached the point of reaching the pinnacle."

The ancient country of Zhangxiong disappeared, and its history was also annihilated in the long river of history, and later generations lacked understanding of this ancient plateau country because they could not find the corresponding physical and written materials. Many people believe that the Zhangzhung civilization may have been brilliant, but it has been cut off and nothing remains.

But this statement is not very accurate, I don't dare to say much else, at least, Zhangxiong's Banda Jue secret technique has been handed down. The people in Xiaomao's camp, as well as the stupid sea, all have people who know Banda Jue.

However, the origin of Banda Jue is no longer clear, Xiao Mao's Panda Jue was taught by his boss, as for Banda Jue of Silly Hai, I don't know who taught it.

Why this corpse was Banda Kyaw is certainly a mystery now, and no one can tell.

This bone on the human forehead is also called the "wisdom bone". Xiao Mao's Banda Jue's realm is not high, but he knows Banda Jue very well, he said, when Banda Jue reaches the highest level, the wisdom bone will become as hard as iron, smooth as a mirror, even if the body decays for 10,000 years, the bones and everything are rotten, this wisdom bone can also be completely preserved. Just like the relics left behind by the great virtuous monks in Buddhism, in the era when Zhangzhung had not yet died out, such transparent wisdom bones were sacred relics.

Banda Jue's cultivation requires talent, perseverance, and an understanding of the spiritual level, and it is by no means possible to reach the peak by relying only on hard work, Xiao Mao cannot use hard work, but the realm stops here, no matter how much you practice, it will be in vain. Therefore, there are very few people who can practice to a high level, even in the heyday of Zhangxiong.

"Then why did this person die?" I can imagine that in the past and now, if a person can cultivate Bandar Jue to a certain level, he must have talent, perseverance, and intelligence, and I feel that when this corpse dies, it will definitely not be very old.

"I don't know." Xiao Mao poured some water on the hard scab on the corpse's face again, and said, "The cause of death can't be found, it's been too long." ”

Taking advantage of the scabbing on the corpse's face to soften, I took a flashlight and almost pressed it to the corpse's forehead, wanting to see the almost transparent bone again.

But this time, when I looked at it, I felt a chill on the soles of my feet. This chill was as cold as ice, spreading rapidly, and the hairs on the body stood up one by one.

The corpse's frontal bone was transparent, and when the strong light shone through, I suddenly noticed that his cranial cavity was full of those fine brown hairs. Fine hairs, like hair, are clumps and occupy the entire cranial cavity.

This scene brings people not only disgusting, but also unspeakable horror. I couldn't help but retreat backwards, my stomach churning and I almost threw up.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have hardly imagined what it would be like for a person's skull to be covered with these hair-like hairs.

When I struggled out of this disgusting and terrifying emotion, the first thought in my mind was that this man had died from a demon bug.

Xiao Mao continued to scrape the scabs on the corpse's face with a knife, poured water back and forth several times, and the scabs were scraped off little by little. I've been forcibly controlling myself, but everything I see with my eyes is seriously affecting my emotions. The mood is affected, and even breathing seems to be abnormal.

I was gasping for breath when Xiao Mao suddenly stopped and looked back at me.

"How...... What's wrong? I looked at Xiao Mao's eyes a little wrong, and there was obviously an indescribable surprise in his eyes.

"See for yourself."

I could tell that the surprise in Xiao Mao's eyes could not be disguised. I took a step forward, and when I turned my eyes to the corpse's face, I knew where his surprise was coming from.

Most of the scabs on the corpse's face were scraped off, revealing its true face. Although the body was somewhat dehydrated, it remained largely untouched.

I had a guess when I saw the half-pack of unsmoked cigarettes on the corpse, and now it's come true.

The corpse's face, and mine's, are almost identical. Although his forehead and cheeks were wrinkled like sun-dried apples due to dehydration, a discerning person could definitely see that the resemblance between me and him was like a copy.

I could have expected this, but Xiao Mao didn't know anything, he must be in the dark now.

This is the third person who is so similar to me, and I finally fully believe that the 5 said before he died, he is not the only one who is exactly like me, and there is 1234 in front of him.

I don't know when this body in front of me died. But at this moment, when I look at it, I feel a kind of sadness like a rabbit dying and a fox in my heart.

The three people I met, one jumped off a cliff and died, one was insane, and one was buried in the vast desert, and although the three ended differently, they were all so miserable.

I'm even beginning to wonder if I'm going to end up like them.

"This incident really made me dizzy, if this person is still alive, I may not be able to tell who you are." Xiao Mao frowned and smiled, and said, "You definitely don't know this person either." ”

"I don't know ......" I stopped thinking for a moment and asked Xiao Mao: "This person is a master of Banda Jue, what is the difference between him and you?" ”

"There's a big gap."

Xiao Mao, a person who is rough enough to understand Banda Jue, may only be able to drive some dead poultry and livestock and the like, and it can't be for a long time, and it is actually a terrible thing for the consciousness to be separated from his body.

But after Banda Jue entered a certain realm, his control over consciousness almost reached the point of doing whatever he wanted. In particular, the top masters, so to speak, can treat any object as an attachment to consciousness.

"The cause of this person's death, and the time of death, cannot be determined now, but I think it is worth studying." Xiao Mao carefully peeled off the coat on the corpse and said, "I think, you must also want to know the ins and outs of this person." ”

I don't deny it, I'd love to know the specifics of this body. However, I suddenly had a very strange feeling that studying this corpse was like studying my own corpse.

Xiao Mao had already looked at several pockets of the corpse's coat before, but there was nothing except half a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches. When the outer garment and the fleece warm sweatshirt inside were also taken off, I saw that the underwear on the corpse was not quite the same as ordinary underwear.

At first glance, I thought he was wearing a golden jade robe, and the whole garment was inlaid with tile-sized flaky objects everywhere. It's dense, at least a hundred and ten pieces.

I could tell at a glance that although these flakes were thin, each piece had a pattern like a copper coin. There is no doubt that these flakes are all made of periwinkle.

No wonder this corpse is dehydrated, but it is so well preserved, and he has a periwinkle wood body on his body.

Xiao Mao obviously knew Changchun Mu too, and he was stunned at the time. Unlike me, I've seen a longevity box, and even a whole wooden coffin made of periwinkle wood in Baklang. Changchun wood is rarely handed down, and it is fate to be able to see it once. Xiao Mao probably didn't expect that someone would be wearing a dress made of periwinkle wood.

"Don't you think, it's a bit unreasonable." Xiao Mao squatted on the ground, looked at the Changchun wood on the corpse, and said: "This person died here in this way, which means that he may not want others to know that this is his burial place." ”

"yes, I think so." I nodded, this person did not bring any provisions, and entered the desert alone, which means that before entering the desert, he had already made up his mind to die, and he had no intention of going out again.

A person who dies in this desert that is almost as vast as the ocean, as long as the wind and sand bury his body, it is equivalent to completely disappearing from the world.

He came alone, walked alone, died so quietly, so lonely, I guess he didn't want people to see his corpse, to see him dead.

However, in the blink of an eye, I understood why Xiao Mao was a little unreasonable. If this person really doesn't want anyone to see him dead, then, if the body stays here, it won't take too long, and if it doesn't decay, it will become a dry corpse, unrecognizable, even if his parents come, they will definitely not recognize him.

But he just brought so many periwinkle trees that could ensure that the corpse would not decay, so he must have wanted to preserve the corpse.

It's quite contradictory.

The only defusible explanation is that the man hid his body, targeting most people, but he must have wanted someone to find his body.

I frowned and pondered, this person is a master of Bandar Jue, does he have the ability to predict the future? Can he be sure that when he dies, someone will find him?

Thinking about it, my scalp began to tingle again, because I felt that no matter how this body was found, then it meant that it was providential.

Perhaps, the reason why this man left his body was so that I could find him one day. It could be three or five months, it could be three or five years, it could be thirty or fifty years, and he believed that I would be 100 percent able to find his long-dead body in this vast desert.

The sensation of numbness on the scalp suddenly spread to the whole body. When this man died, did he already anticipate that sooner or later I would come to this desert and pass through here?