Later, when Huang Shanbao lived in the wilderness in the Sarekole Mountains, every time he thought of this, he felt that all this was the will of heaven in the dark.

At that time, Wen Mushan thought the same.

Huang Shanbao listened to him and Fei Tang sighed, the capital of the Western Night Kingdom had been buried in the desert for more than 1,300 years, but he didn't expect that it would be blown out of the ground by a storm on this day and completely presented in front of them.

Huang Shanbao was listening quietly next to him at the time. Wen Mushan continued to say that he was a materialist, the kind that materialized to the bone marrow, but he still felt that this kind of opportunity was not encountered in a thousand years, but it was too coincidental for them to meet him.

"It's just that no one has been here before. This kind of wind blowing to expose the ancient city may occur once every few months. Fei Tang disagreed, "Before I came, I studied the climate of this desert, and this season is the time of high occurrence of sandstorms. ”

"Have you ever seen this kind of storm like an archaeological shovel? It brushes the whole city out completely, and it's even more beautiful than the work of our professional technicians. ”

Huang Shanbao stood on the city wall with them, and he also looked down.

Just like Wen Mushan said, Huggandu City, the ancient capital of the entire Western Night Kingdom, was prostrate at their feet at this time.

It is a well-preserved city.

Except for some broken walls and collapsed houses, the layout of the entire city is neatly presented. He even felt that these houses in the city needed to be carefully repaired, and even the houses in the village of Yatur were better to live in.

What's more, they are surrounded by strong walls, and if there is no big storm, you may not even feel the presence of the wind when walking on the streets of the city.

Wen Mushan stood on the city wall, he pointed and said, and Fei Tang kept recording beside him, occasionally picking up the camera and shooting.

From their conversation, Huang Shanbao heard where the palace was, where the temple was, where the market was, where the residential area of the dignitaries was, where there was the barracks, and where the common people lived.

But what shocked them the most was not these neat houses and neighborhoods, but a long "scar" in the city. What's even more terrifying is that everywhere this scar goes, there are piles of white bones.

The scar started in the middle of the ancient city and extended directly beyond the west gate, and from above it looked like a huge pillar had collapsed.

This pillar must have been huge, and it must have been shattered by the time it collapsed. It smashed hundreds of houses, smashed a section of the city wall, and finally lost its original appearance after erosion by wind, sand and rain, and became a scar that had cut through the city.

And next to this huge pillar are the five "small pillars" that Huang Shanbao and they have been digging and cleaning for a long time. Now that the barren sand has been blown away by the strong wind, the five "small pillars" have also been exposed, which looks chilling-

It was a giant clay palm, and the five pillars were just its fingers.

Fei Tang looked at the bone-covered palm, and then looked at the "scar" in the ancient city.

"This smash mark should be caused by that palm, right?" He said to Wen Mushan.

Wen Mushan nodded.

"This is supposed to be a statue, and the palm of the hand should be part of the statue, right?"

"Looking at this regulation, it can catch up with the Tongtian Futu in Luoyang, Tokyo during the post-martial arts period." Fei Tang exclaimed, "A small country in the Western Regions actually used the power of the whole country to build a big Buddha ......"

"It's not a big Buddha, it's definitely not a big Buddha, it's other gods." Wen Mushan denied, "The statue made of white bones is simply unheard of." ”

As they were talking, they suddenly heard the screams of the migrant workers who were digging in the "streets and alleys" below, and they ran out of a room with a roar.

"Check it out!" Wen Mushan said.

The three men descended the wall and ran quickly towards the place where the noise was made.

"What's wrong? What's the call? Huang Shanbao shouted at them.

Wu Wanchun ran over in a panic, pointed to a well-preserved house and said, "It's so scary, the soul is flying!" Go in and see! ”

Huang Shanbao wanted to rush in first, but was stopped by Wen Mushan.

"I'll take a look." Wen Mushan pulled him aside, and Fei Tang followed closely.

Huang Shanbao asked Wu Wanchun, who was trembling next to him: "What's wrong?" ”

"Inside—it's just ......"

"It's fucking hell." The long wind smacked the ground.

As soon as he finished spitting, the people next to him also seemed to wake up and spat on the ground. Huang Shanbao was so frightened that he quickly spat out.

It's a local custom that if you come across something unclean, everyone will spit on the ground - I don't know what kind of habit it is, is it a sign of contempt for ghosts, or a sign of disgust?

Huang Shanbao also vaguely understood the reason at the moment, but curiosity made him still look inside.

But just this glance, Huang Shanbao almost lost his soul!

There were many shelves in the room, and at some point a hole in the roof had been smashed, and by the light that came through the hole, he saw that the shelves in the room were full of dense human skulls! The skulls were pale and white, and they all bared their teeth and stared at him with black eyes.

Huang Shanbao only felt that his hair was about to stand on end.

Fei Tang was also stunned for a moment, but Wen Mushan walked in as if nothing happened.

Afterwards, every time Huang Shanbao recalled this scene, he felt very strange that Lao Wen could be bullied so unscrupulously by himself back then.

He is not afraid of ghosts and gods, but he is afraid of people.

Ghosts and gods are only scary, but they never grind people, and the only ones who can consume and torture human beings are themselves.

Huang Shanbao gritted his teeth and followed in. They walked past rows of "shelves" stacked with skulls, and walked past a few large baskets with neatly stacked leg bones and radial bones to another room.

There were no skulls in this room, only rows of stoves, on which were placed large cauldrons, and on which were cage drawers.

In addition to the iron pots placed on the stovetop, there are also stacks of large iron pots next to it. Huang Shanbao just looked at it in a hurry, and felt that there might be hundreds of pots.

What do the people of the West Night Kingdom want so many iron pots for?

Wen Mushan and Fei Tang were silent, Fei Tang kept raising his camera to take pictures, he walked to an iron pot, reached out and opened the cage drawer buckled on the stove.

"Ahh Huang Shanbao heard Fei Tang let out an exclamation, and he hurriedly stretched out his head over.

Just this glance, he can't slap himself, he can't hate to insert his eyes! Because lying in the steaming drawer of the big iron pot were actually the corpses of two children of a few years old! They have lost their moisture and snuggle up there dryly, like sleeping in a thousand-year-old nightmare!

"Is this a cannibalistic country......" Fei Tang was still in shock, his voice trembling, muttering to himself.