"Brother...... Brother...... Where are you ......"

Suddenly, the dark world fell silent, and suddenly the sound of a child shouting came from my ears.

Ye Yi wondered.

Whose children will be looking for their brother here......

She looked up and saw a young man in white running towards her in the black world.

The sleeves are large, the neckline is crossed, and the hem of the dress is dragged on the ground, which is obviously not the dress of modern people.

Crossed?

Ye Yi looked down and saw that she was also wearing a white dress of a similar style, but compared to the young man who was running towards her, her clothes had more silver embroidery and black edges.

At this time, the boy had already run up to her, hugged her legs, and said, "Brother, I'm so scared of ......"

I'm not your brother at all, I don't even know who you are!

Ye Yi thought so, but his body bent down, hugged the crying young man in white, wiped away his tears with his fingers, and said softly: "Xin'er, don't be afraid, my brother will always be by your side......"

The man's voice is in his early twenties, but with a magnetic and mature maturity that does not match his age.

The boy stopped crying.

He raised his head and looked at his brother: "But the sound outside is so loud...... They want to kill us, not just me, but my brother as well......"

"So what?"

The man reached out and picked up a small bunch of grapes on the table, picked them off, and fed them to the boy in his arms.

The boy took the grapes, sobbed and said, "I'm afraid...... There were a lot of people out there...... That's a lot of people...... Are we going to die? ”

"Death," the man said naturally, "but, Xin'er, death is but another kind of life for us. ”

"I'm not afraid ......"

The boy sobbed rapidly.

After swallowing a grape, he puffed up his thin chest and said to the man, "Brother, eat me, after eating me, you can break through the cage and be free......

Eat such a white and tender boy?

Ye Yi thought to himself, what era is this? Yin Shang?

In my memory, the Yin Shang era regarded cannibalism as a religious ritual.

Just as she was thinking about it, the man she possessed spoke tender words again.

"But then it would be too lonely," said the man, "for thousands of years, you were the only one with me, and I didn't want to lose your ...... again."

"But brother, I don't want you to die...... Eat me...... Then take me home with you......"

The child looked at his brother, his eyes shining with anticipation.

What's going on here?

The more Ye Yi looked, the more confused he became.

But the man let go of the boy, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said, "Okay, let's go home together." ”

The boy smiled.

He picked up a cup from the table, which was cloudy wine, handed it to his brother, and watched him drink it.

Then, the boy stood up and said with a smile, "Brother, I'll go first!" ”

"Okay, goodbye."

The man said casually, closing his eyes.

Then, the vision changed, and the dark space suddenly burst into sunlight, and a blazing fire rose from below, licking the clothes of the man who was napping.

The blazing flames quickly enveloped his figure, and in the skyrocketing firelight, the figure panicked, and thousands of sharp arrows fell from all directions.

The man simply slumbered, leaning quietly in his position until the flames consumed him completely.

At the other end of the sea of fire, a tall pillar was also erected at this time, and the young man in white was hanging on the top of the pillar, and the flames of the whole city were scorching him, but he just looked at the man in the tall building who was gradually engulfed by the flames from a distance, showing a satisfied smile.

Brother......

Let's go home together......

……

It hurts......

My heart hurts......

It's as if a knife is cutting meat......

Ye Yi thought bitterly, in this ancient dream, she tasted the pain of digging out her heart.

At this moment, the fingers that reached into the mud finally touched something.

A tortoise board.

She took the tortoise plate out of the saprolite.

The surface of the turtle board and the voids were already filled with mud, but when she poured out the mud from the turtle board and was about to wipe the surface of the turtle board with a paper towel, a sludge-wrapped magatama slipped out of the mud.

In an instant, what he saw in the illusion came to his mind again.

She remembered that the boy had a piece of magatama around his neck, and that a tortoise board had fallen from the waist of the man who had been burned by the fire......

Let's go home together......

This magatama and this turtle plate ......

However, there is only one colored coffin in the sarcophagus, and the golden jade clothes of the colored coffin can only be worn by one person, and it is obviously impossible for the boy and man seen in the illusion to be buried here.

Perhaps, it was the murderer of the man and the boy who was buried here, and their relics became his burial goods.

Thinking so, Ye Yi wrapped the turtle board and magatama with a completely different but slightly fused aura in paper towels and put them into bags.

When she put Magatama and Kameban in her backpack, the unusual aura that wandered around the high platform disappeared.

Sensing the slightest change, Ye Yi was even more sure that the turtle plate and magatama were unusual.

"It's a pity that I didn't choose archaeology, otherwise I could have made all the bamboo slips in the ear chamber into rubbings and brought them back for careful study, to find out who the owner of the tomb was, and whose personal things were the turtle plates and magatama that he brought into the tomb."

Thinking with a little regret, Ye Yi prepared to leave.

At this moment, there was another flickering gloom in the air.

"Anything else?"

Ye Yi couldn't help but stop.

She saw that the white marble door leading to the backrooms had a few chisel marks on it, apparently it had been vandalized, and not only that, but there was actually a leg bone stuck in the crack of the stone door.

Ghoul?

Or the martyrs who are not willing to die here?

Ye Yi walked to the white marble door, holding the dagger in one hand and pressing it on the stone door with the other.

The white marble stone door looks heavy, but in fact, the mechanism is exquisite, Ye Yi just pushed it hard, and the stone door slowly opened.

The evil aura that was surging in the air just now suddenly turned into an entity and pressed over!

"Sister, I've been guarding against it!"

Ye Yi sneered, and she swung her dagger on guard, making a head-on collision with the cold and substance-like aura!

Poop!

There was a series of cracking sounds from the empty backroom.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the backroom, Ye Yi used a searchlight to check the situation in the backroom.

The back room is divided into five rooms, one large, four and small, the largest room in the middle is placed with two huge nanmu coffins, and four smaller coffins are placed in each of the four small rooms, and the open ground is littered with rotting bones, which should be the remains of the martyrs.

This is a typical burial pattern of monogamy and four concubines plus a burial companion.

According to the practice of Chinese tombs, it is clear that the two Nanmu coffins in the center are the real owners of this tomb.

So......

The master is here, and who is lying in that huge coffin in the main room?

Buried in gold-threaded jade clothes, two-tiered coffins, seven gold-lacquered pillars filled with mercury stood around the coffin, and a large number of living people were buried......

Ye Yi was momentarily confused.