I kicked a few times at the white-robed people, and although I didn't use any strength, the white-robed people automatically scattered and dodged with hooks, making a small open space for me, but these pious people did not stop there, but went back to the front of the tombstone to worship piously.

I can't understand whether this attitude of their god is due to inner admiration or because of the great change in their lives brought about by their approach to "God", but from the point of view of the phrase "man is selfish", then maybe "God" will bring them benefits, this explanation seems more plausible.

At first glance, there was nothing on the back of the stele in the moonlight, but the sharp hook still recognized the rows and rows of the same font as the "divine decree" on the gentle slope, yes, it was a Chinese character, but because it was too "tight and dense", it made Leng Buding look more like an uneven plane.

I had to sit next to the tombstone, and even wipe the rows of crooked little words with a little smear;

Yes, they were so small that I would mistake them for a small piece carved by a brush, but they were so big that just a few words made me want to get into the stele.

["-14 There is no source that is clearly coded incorrectly.]

-18 No source has an incorrect cipher

-112 No source code, wrong code, start catching insects

-415 No source has any errors

-816 No source is wrong

-1023 correct

-4 correct

-9 not

-43 If you come here, I hope you will be like me

-45 I only want someone to speak, beg you, and beg the organization to send a woman

-63 Save

-You have given up on me, the organization has given up on me, but I am still here to persevere

-Good bye

-I have a child of my own, and I came back here to tell you that you didn't give up on me, I was deceived by the organization and you sons of bitches

-The surname Ge, if a person like me can also have an afterlife, I am willing to use it to exchange for your ancestors, and you will suffer from the eighteen layers of hell for generations

- Everything is fake, you are fake, the organization is fake, my lover is fake, even my daughter is fake, all of you are just one or a few symbols, and I finally figured out the string of numbers, but]

"Come two people, dig up the earth under this stele"

I shouted to the white-robed men who were still kneeling on the ground......

The thick mud lost a small half of the stele, obscuring the text behind it, although I couldn't even read the front part, those words were very messy, except for the order that could be identified from top to bottom, even a punctuation mark was missing, maybe the person who carved the stele was too lazy, of course, I also understood that punctuation marks are really difficult to hammer out with tools.

But there is one thing I have clearly determined:

This stele is not the tombstone of my grandmother Ge Linqing, but more like a diary, and this person is likely to have an inextricable relationship with my grandmother, or even antagonism, because I found that the sentence "surnamed Ge" seems to have been smashed many times with a sharp object, making the words on the surface extremely illegible.

The soil was so hard that it had even formed a solid solid ground around the stele, and I watched as the white-robed men changed four or five tools: from spears to arrows; From the flesh to the branches, until a white robe picked up a stone, I finally called it a halt.

I don't want the stone to be smashed on the stele and destroy the stele that might hold a huge message.

Tiger Ya took the dagger in my hand at the right time and continued to roll on the solid soil, although I knew that this kind of turning action almost announced the reimbursement of the only sharp blade on my body, but it was worth it, and at this time, I was busy cleaning up the debris on the stone tablet, there was dust, silt, and even moss that was as hard as a fossil.

"Alert, don't gather around here", I knelt opposite the tiger girl and raised my head to whisper to the white-robed people around me, don't forget: although this tombstone seems to have experienced many years of wind and rain, but the lump of people in the dense tree wall is brand new, there must be people here, at least in the past few days.

The hook looked at me with a strange look, scattered around the hidden spot with a few white robes and weapons, and my gaze returned to the base of the stele.

The cold light in front of her was flying, and the tiger girl was pulling out the dagger in an extremely strange posture, it could be seen that she was very tired, and the black mud on her forehead had even been brushed out of a white mark by sweat, and during the intermittent time, she threw away the dagger and struggled to dig a pound of slightly soft floating soil with both hands.

"Can you pull this stele out?" I tried to push the stele, but it didn't move.

Huya shook her head at me at the same time.

"How deep is this thing planted in the ground?" I began to wonder how tall this thing was.

But as long as it is not a blind person like the Sichuan girl, you can see that Huya has dug a small pit downward, but the stone tablet still has no base.

"Stop planing", I tried to stop Huya.

For me, I want to read the words, not carry this stele back to the collection as a treasure.

The pit was only a cursory view of the two lines underneath, and I had to adopt a "pouting my ass and sticking my head into the pit" pose, but that would block out the already dim moonlight.

["-But what's the point of that, this world is only true for me.]

- However, I have returned to this place, and I am also fortunate to be better than the outside world, this is a friend, my grandson is ridiculous, and there is even more ridiculous, this spring, I met a person with a strange face, and his words said that Ge Linqing was punished for being the name of the world, and those who said Ge Linqing should be for this."

"Your grandma!" ,I don't know if there is any text below.,I don't understand why the style of writing has changed to classical Chinese.,Even if this classical Chinese is a fart meaning, I can see Zhang Erjingang.,But when I saw Ge Linqing killed,Isn't that my grandmother dead in the hands of this person? I cursed, stood up, and kicked at the stele!

The stele did not move at all, and the foot was very painful......

"Dig, dig for Lao Tzu, and dig this Wang Ba Monument for Lao Tzu, your grandma, Lao Tzu has to dig out your bastard bones and sharpen toothpicks today!" , I blushed and shouted to the tiger girl.

"Password", just as I crouched down again to clean up the slag and debris, suddenly, a sound came from a security outpost.

The voice was brief and hurried, and it was evident that the sentry had spotted a possible enemy;

In order for our three teams not to get lost and accidentally hurt each other, we agreed with each other before we set off.

But this time, when the secret whistle asked, the other party never shouted the password that should have been: "Gumi is really fragrant".

Huya's reaction was faster than mine, and she had already "jumped" in the direction of the sound with her dagger in just one roll back.

And I only have to crawl with a roll!

Who could that be? Is it the one that carved the stone stele? Or is it his descendants?

By the time I ran empty-handed, followed by a group of insane white-robed men to a part of the forest, the battle was still going on, but it was not the group fight I expected, but more like an agreed heads-up.

Hook held a wooden short blade in her hand to chase her prey, although the short blade is not sharp, but the sharp tip of the blade is still terrifying, not to mention that a blunt knife can cut through the flesh and skin, in front of her, there is a strong man with two hooks, I can even predict that in the next second, the hook will be splashed with blood and die more than twenty meters away from me.

They twisted together, beating and stumbling into each other in the woods, the hooks trying to minimize each other's touches, but using their agility to leap between the trees, while the strong man's fists and feet and the wooden stick in his hand were in the way of the trees, hitting the thick trunk frequently, until the wooden stick was shaken away in his exclamation, he froze, and his eyes stared at the wooden stick that landed at the feet of a group of white-robed men a few meters away.

In this stunned effort, the hook bounced like a monkey from the trunk of a tree to the man, knocking him into another tree, and with a brief dullness, she did it again, and hit the strong man's body again, and with each impact, the wooden blade in her hand stabbed obliquely and steadily into the man's abdomen, and she didn't seem to realize that she was killing someone, and she didn't even realize that she was holding a deadly weapon in her hand, and she didn't realize that a small section of her wooden blade had broken in the strong man's abdomen, and the hook itself holds only a short handle.

She repeated the stab like crazy until she fell to the ground with the strong man.

I looked down at a man and a woman at my feet, one life and one death, one movement and one stillness, one light as duckweed and one coarse as a bull, and the hook looked up at me at this time, and found that I was looking at her with round eyes, like looking at a lioness who had gone mad.

Even this kind of eye contact did not delay her hands stuck in the strong man's erect neck, yes, the neck was too thick, her hand could only use her fingers to deeply jam the other party's throat, and the other party, the stout man, just struggled weakly, and scratched unconsciously with both hands.

"Help, you're dead!" I withdrew my gaze from her eyes and shouted at a few white robes;

Unexpectedly, the tiger girl on the side suddenly stretched out her hand to stop me and shook her head at me!