Just as we were getting ready for battle, the old man in front of us suddenly shouted a few words at the group of dried corpses, which I didn't sound like any language, because they didn't even have real syllables, more like the sound of dry friction in the throat, which sounded creepy.

After hearing this, those dry corpses actually gave way one after another.

Then the old man turned around and said: "I'm really sorry, I scared you, I should have scared you, I have already said hello to them, they will not hurt you, they will not hurt you, please rest assured, you must rest assured, you must rest assured, you must rest assured......"

I looked at the state of the dried corpses, and it really didn't seem like they wanted to attack, but I still didn't think they could understand any language.

And I still can't accept that this old man keeps repeating and muttering when he speaks, and it really sounds more annoying than those eighty-year-old women.

I finally couldn't help but speak, and I said, "This ...... Senior, you don't have to repeat what you say, we can understand it......"

The old man paused for a moment, and then said, "Ehahaha, in fact, I can't change this for a while, I can't change it." If people don't speak for a long time, they will lose their ability to speak, I have been living here for a long time, there is no one to speak, usually I stay alone in this place, in order not to degrade my language ability, I can only talk to myself, so it is what you see now, this is what you see now, I just talk to myself like this......"

Listening to him talk a lot about this Rory, in fact, it is nothing more than an expression that he wants not to degrade his language.

It's no wonder that when we first met him, he had to practice his voice for a long time before he could communicate with us normally. After all, in such a quiet environment, you only need a small sound to communicate with yourself.

It seems that this is still a somewhat learned person, after all, ordinary people are rarely able to realize these details.

But he's a person who says that he has lived here alone for a long time, so what does he rely on to survive, it doesn't look like there is food here, right...... Is he really eating human flesh?

I can't help but retch when I think about it.

The old man said again: "Now you can rest assured, please rest assured, we are all human beings, I will not harm you, I will not harm you, come with me, you must go with me, I will take you to meet the real master here, the master ......"

The real owners here?

And the owner here?

Was he the king of the kingdom of Setulis back then?

I suddenly noticed that the clothes of the dried corpses here seemed to maintain a high degree of uniformity, could they all be in the same group?

And where did the dried corpses in different costumes come from?

"The real owner here can't be a corpse king, right?"

Suddenly, this strange thought came to my mind, and it was a little scary.

At this time, the old horse suddenly poked me in the arm, and I came back to my senses and found that everyone was looking at me with inquiring eyes, and I said, "Let's go, go with him." ”

The old man giggled and led the way.

As the old man walked by, the dried corpses that were divided into two teams left more space.

We did not dare to relax our vigilance for a moment, and we still clutched our weapons in our hands, trembling through them, and we actually had the feeling of being greeted by a queue of foreign guests.

The heads of the dried corpses were pointed at each other

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We turned as if we were paying attention, but the shriveled eyeballs were a little creepy.

Can these guys really see it?

Forget it, they shouldn't understand what we say anyway, so I simply went over and asked the old man: "Senior, what are they?" Can they see us? ”

The old man laughed and said, "Hahaha, they can't see, they can feel the heat, and they are just politely paying attention." Pay attention, pay attention...... Also, don't always call me senior, my name is Tian Xuewen, Tian Xuewen, Tian Xuewen......"

It turns out that these guys are really invisible, and when I think about it, I am even more scared......

After we walked through collectively, Captain Yu and the others were on guard behind them, because those dried corpses gathered and came with us after we all walked through.

They followed us so closely, I can imagine how Captain Yu wanted to scold his mother.

It's a familiar feeling, but I can't put it into words.

At this time, Zhang Genhuo suddenly came over and said: "Brother, you said this is not like the scene in Journey to the West, Tang Seng and they arrived at the daughter country......

I think back to the scene on TV where the four masters and apprentices were embraced by those women in their daughter country, not to mention, they are really a little similar.

As we moved forward, we followed Tian Xuewen through one street after another, lined with simple houses, a pattern very similar to the ancient style of the world above.

It's just that these houses are very silent now, and there is no trace of life, which makes people feel very weird.

After walking for about six or seven minutes, we finally came to a tall building.

This building has a strong territorial style, it looks like a castle, it has a high corner tower, and a wall about three meters high, it seems to be the main building in this underground palace.

At this time, the doors of this building were very neatly open and undefended.

Our group swaggered inside, and walked through the passage straight to the inner door of the castle.

We entered this building, which is really a bit like a palace, a huge hall, biased towards the architectural style of Huihong, but there are no decorations in it, and some simple seats are also carved from stone, simple and simple.

Or rather, a little shabby.

The dried corpses that followed us dispersed after seeing us enter the main hall, and it seemed that this place was similar to a forbidden area for them.

"You guys wait a little bit here."

Tian Xuewen left us such a sentence, turned around and walked deeper into the main hall, and disappeared after a while.

Now the whole hall is left with our group.

The green rhino snorted disdainfully: "Hmph, what kind of fucking score, and let Lao Tzu wait here." ”

None of us paid attention to him, now it seems that this person's quality is not ordinarily low, if it weren't for someone to save you, you would have been eaten by a scorpion by now.

I turned on another flashlight and shook it around.

Tony was right behind me, and I knew he was most interested in this kind of novelty.

But after a circle, there is nothing to see here except stones for stones.

I got a little annoyed, so I found a stone chair and sat down, I didn't care if it was dirty or not, after all, I was covered in sand now.

Tony took my flashlight, trail

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Walked straight to the wall, and there he was intently observing.

I looked at him from afar and saw what seemed to be a depiction on the wall where he was shining, so I patted my ass and walked over.

When I got closer, I found that there were indeed some depictions here, although the strokes were rough, but some images could still be distinguished.

"Scorpion...... Person...... Crown...... Water well...... The Devil ......"

I can't see anything else.

Tony said, "This is supposed to be a record of the past of the kingdom of Setulis. ”

I asked, "Then what do you see famous?" ”

Tony shook his head and said, "We can only see that this kingdom of Setulis seems to believe in a god similar to the devil, and these scorpions seem to be related to their beliefs, which is why they built this dungeon." If you look at this well, it's very strange, all the portrayals start around this well, and all the creatures are worshipping this well. ”

I took a closer look, and it was indeed as Tony said, could there be something different about this well?

Devil...... Does this well lead to hell?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shiver, and said in my heart that my brain hole was getting closer and closer to Zhang Genhuo.

"You can see these murals clearly, you see the murals we have seen before, everyone has colors, they are painted with a pen, who is like here, carved in a mess."

Tony nodded and said, "What we think is that the construction period of this palace should be relatively early, and at that time, it may not be like the Central Plains where you can master the color painting technique well." The ancients would find some way to leave their own history, which was probably the best way they could think of to pass on their history. ”

"There is some truth in what you said, these traces carved with knives and axes, in this place where there is no wind, can be said to be passed down through the ages."

At this time, Tony suddenly said, "Look here! ”

I looked at the light of the flashlight and my eyes widened in shock.

"W-This?"

I exclaimed.

There were several human figures carved into the place, and the person in the front was actually holding a box in his hand.

"This is a gold leaf wooden box?"

Tony nodded and said, "It's very likely that it's the gold leaf wooden box we're looking for this time, you look at the painting at the back, that person is carrying a bag in his hand, and the huge scorpion in front of him is running away." Does this mean that the powder outside was brought by this person? And these scratches are obviously a little more recent than some of the others, and they should have been carved later, and it seems that the appearance of this person has this very special meaning for them. ”

I fell into deep thought for I was sure that the man carrying the wooden box was the same person I had seen in the General's Mausoleum.

So what is he for? Did you travel thousands of miles to get here, in order to leave the wooden box here? What does this mean?

Thousands of years later, I am actually walking the path he walked, is this a predestined thing?

My mind is a bit chaotic, and it would be nice to have a bottle of wine at this time......

As soon as I turned my head, I found Tony drinking a bottle of Erguotou, and I grabbed it and took a big sip, the spicy sensation stinging my throat.

"We don't want it."

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