I still remember that the three-eyed female corpse borrowed Hu Gaoshan's mouth and told me that this bronze nail can save my life, I don't know how to save my life for the time being, but I believe that this is definitely not an ordinary nail.

"Are we going to take this back?"

"No." I didn't dare to take anything from the ancient city back casually, for fear that it would harm the people in the camp. The bronze nails had been removed, and Mu Qiang and I worked together to close the lid of the box and carry it back into the hut.

When all this was done, I didn't rush to leave, followed Mu Qiang's example, and lit a cigarette. After two puffs, I figured out my thoughts.

Many of the clues are based on my own clues, which may not be correct, but at least I think it makes sense. This underground ancient city was built here to store, or rather detain, the corpse of the Three-Eyed Woman and the like. It's because there are so many people like the three-eyed female corpse that so many small houses are built.

But now, many of the houses are empty, and the people in them may have been taken away. Probably because I was in a hurry to leave, or maybe for some other reason, I left some wooden boxes behind. There are certainly not many wooden boxes left, and we have walked through half of the ancient city, and only two have been found.

I suddenly felt that what was placed at the top of the clock tower of the ancient city, that is, the bronze statue, would not play a role similar to repression. The bronze statue is located at such a high place, if it really has such an effect, then it can cover the entire ancient city, after all, the scale of the ancient city is very small.

I discussed it with Mu Qiang, but he couldn't think of more clues, so I could only let this matter go for a while.

We went back to the same path, the road behind this row of small houses was a bit wider than in other places, and it might feel safer to walk on. At the end of the road, we saw a very tall wall, which means that the ancient city has also come to an end, and if we climb over this wall, it is equivalent to leaving the ancient city.

The three men turned away from the wall, turned a little to the south, and after walking through a passage between two rows of small houses, we saw a few normal houses.

This kind of house has no structural characteristics, it is just a place to live, and it is built very casually, but the house is very strong. The house is about three and a half meters high, about the same height as an ordinary house, and several doors are hidden and opened when pushed.

Most of the contents of the house have been emptied, but there are still some black pottery, all of which are household items, such as kettles and clay pots.

The situation is actually relatively simple, this underground ancient city is very much like a prison that does not see the light of day. The three-eyed female corpse, as well as the melon-like person just discovered, are prisoners in prison. If there are prisoners, there will be managers, and I guess that managers may be normal people who usually live in these normal houses. It is impossible for a prison to be full of inmates and without guards.

At the same time, these guards may also be responsible for the day-to-day work, and there are about thirteen or fourteen people living in a few houses. These dozen or so people are in charge of most of the work of an ancient city, which must be very onerous.

At the back of these normal houses is a large storeroom. There was nothing else in the storeroom, it was all jars, about two or three hundred. The jar was almost more than a meter high, and Hu Gaoshan opened it to see that it was solidified oil. The ancient city is completely underground, and the prisoners may not matter, but the guards need lighting. This requires a large amount of lamp oil for lighting, and in these jars, it is obviously animal fat, and I don't know what kind of animal fat it is, and I don't want to guess.

The canisters were heavy, and after leaving the ancient city, the fuel was not of much value, so there was no need to take it with them, so they were abandoned.

I would have loved to find something written or proof of something in these houses, but the house was so clean that everything I could take away was gone, except for a few black pottery vessels.

Mu Qiang said that this kind of black pottery is rare in the mainland. The classification of pottery is mainly based on the soil used to fire the pottery. Not only in the mainland, but also in remote areas, there is very little black pottery, only in some parts of Tibet, it is customary to fire black pottery as cooking utensils. Until now, there are still a very small number of black pottery artists living in Tibet.

The information provided by Mu Qiang should be reliable, sometimes there are people in the ancient line who produce some pottery, and people who mix with the ancient line may not see some goods in their lifetime, but the knowledge about the goods must be understood.

If what he said can be cited as evidence, then it can probably be concluded that the people who built this ancient city, at least the guards, came from Tibet.

Naturally, I thought of Gu Xiangxiong.

This is not unreasonable speculation, Central and Western Asia is still far from the territory of Zhangxiong, but the footprints of the Zhangxiong people have been left in these areas for a long time. This is already verified, detailed evidence, and there is no doubt about it.

Therefore, it is very likely that the Zhangxiong people built this underground ancient city.

"Mr. Lian, Brother Qiang, let's bring this clay pot with us." Hu Gaoshan fell in love with a clay pot, the clay pipe may be used to hold food utensils, not too big, very well preserved, black pottery and stone, as long as it is not damaged by external forces, it can be preserved for at least 100,000 years.

Mu Qiang didn't dare to answer, he was asking for my opinion. To be honest, I don't treat Mu Qiang and his guys as subordinates, in the final analysis, they are actually here to help, and I don't want to cut off their financial routes. These clay pots don't matter, they are not important things, I will ask Mu Qiang to bring two, if I can go back to Huayang, I will give a few brothers a point, as everyone's hard work for this trip.

Hu Gaoshan was very happy, vacated his backpack, and then loaded the black pottery into it.

Behind the storeroom, there was a fence again, and there was no way out. According to my analysis, the area of the ancient city is only so large, if you look further, you may not find anything. Halfway yesterday, halfway through today, I didn't find that strange thing, and I think it should have left here.

"Let's go back against this wall, which is equivalent to going around exactly half a circle, and the rest of the small houses don't have to go anymore."

"Okay." Hu Gaoshan is very happy, and I can probably understand how he feels now. Begging for a living in the ancient line, sometimes it's the same as hunting, a large group of hunters get together, every day watching others catch something, they are always empty-handed, not only lost, but also make people laugh, if they can catch any prey, even if it is a rabbit, it is better than nothing.

Hu Gaoshan was very energetic, humming a little song in front. We followed the tall wall all the way to the northernmost point. The wall here is built against a huge rock partition, nothing special, Hu Gaoshan is about to turn from here.

Bang!!!

At this time, the part where the wall and the rock mass are connected suddenly rolled down a few stones, and the stones collided against the wall and rumbled. After we entered the ancient city, the situation has been very calm, these few suddenly rolled down stones startled us, I subconsciously raised the goddess scattered flowers.

As the stones rolled down, a cloud of dust fell from the place where the wall and the rock mass met. Hu Gaoshan shone in that direction, and between the dust, there seemed to be something shiny on the other side of the wall, refracting the light of the flashlight.

I squinted and looked at it, not knowing what it was. The air was damp, and the dust could not be shaken, and soon the dust settled. After the dust fell, I saw that there was a swarthy slate-like thing in the place where the wall and the rock mass were connected, and this was it, refracting the light of the flashlight.

This thing was about a meter high and seventy or eighty centimeters wide, and it was originally covered with dust, but the stones that rolled down shook off the dust.

Under the illumination of the light, this mirror-like thing constantly flickered with black light, and when the light source in Hu Gaoshan's hand moved slightly, I saw that there seemed to be a string of handwriting in the black light.

Since entering the ancient city, I have been trying to find some reliable clues, the text is obviously this kind of clue, as soon as I saw the string of handwriting, I immediately came to the spirit, turned on my flashlight, and took two steps forward.

The light is constantly moving, and the angle of view is changing and becoming clearer. The swarthy thing, I don't know if it was marble, was polished quite smooth, and there were about a dozen characters on it, arranged from top to bottom, each of which was the size of a fist. The characters are carved into stone using the Yin carving method and filled with some pigment, which gives the characters a blood-red color.

The characters are very unfamiliar and completely unrecognizable, and this is certainly not the Zhangzhung script or the Zhangzhung sacrificial script. I don't know all of the Zhangzhung scripts, but these characters are clearly not the same concept as the Zhangzhung script.

Fist-sized characters, each word written in a single stroke, resembles a coiling snake carved into the stone. The characters are a bit tadpole-like, but rune-like, and they're pretty unfamiliar anyway, and I'm sure it's the first time I've seen this kind of writing in my life.

I muttered a little in my heart, is it all wrong according to the judgment generated by the black pottery just now? The builder of this underground ancient city is not a Zhangxiong person?

I don't know much about the history and culture of Central and Western Asia, and I'm not sure if these characters are written in an ancient country in the region.

These characters seem to have a faint attraction, as soon as I look at the past, I can't take my eyes off, I stared at the words on the slate, and at the same time subconsciously touched my phone, trying to take a picture of all the handwriting.

I forgot which pocket I put my phone in, and I fumbled back and forth, always looking over there. After groping like this for a while, Mu Qiang beside him seemed to swallow his saliva.

"Do you feel ...... I can't move my eyes......"

"What do you mean?" I still didn't look away, so I asked casually.

But when this sentence came out, I suddenly felt that what Mu Qiang said seemed to be correct at all. The attraction exuded by these characters is getting stronger and stronger, so strong that people can't take their eyes off it.

"Don't look at it......" Mu Qiang's voice seemed to tremble a little: "This is the Black Death Curse...... Look no further......"