The night was calm, and there was no storm like the night before, and they had dug for a whole afternoon of sand, so they were tired enough, and after dinner, they lay down in their sleeping bags, and after a while, the snoring began in the tent.

Early the next morning, as soon as it was dawn, Wu Ze climbed out of the tent, and after a night's rest, he became vigorous again.

The desert scenery in the morning also has its own unique side, this continuous yellow sand, under the rising morning sun, reflects a dazzling light like gold.

Wu Zechang took a breath of fresh air, and before everyone got up, he punched on the soft sand.

I don't know if it's because people are getting lazy, or if they're really busy, Wu Ze feels that if he wants to practice boxing now, it has become a very luxurious thing.

After a trip to the ancestral boxing technique, sweating all over his body, Wu Ze felt that the 36,000 pores on his body exuded an incomparably comfortable aura, and after performing the last move, he faced the east and stood with his hands tied, feeling the rare tranquility of this desert morning.

"What a handsome ......" An abrupt exclamation came from behind him, and the peaceful atmosphere was immediately broken.

Wu Ze turned his head and saw Liu Rumei and Jiang Yan, standing at the door of the tent and looking at him.

"Meizi, look at you nymphomaniac, do you want to ask Wu Ze to play again, so that you can see enough?" Jiang Yan teased with a smile.

"It's a good idea, Brother Ze, you can fight again, your punch is much better than those old men and old ladies in the park, I feel that my grandfather is not as handsome as you." Liu Rumei said happily.

Liu Rumei's words made Wu Ze almost fall to the ground, what is this called, comparing his boxing method with the old man and lady who practiced fitness boxing in the park, how can this make Wu Ze embarrassed, this is not the same thing at all, right?

"Uh, Meizi, your way of comparing has left me speechless." Wu Ze scratched his head, not knowing how to answer better.

"Flutter...... Meizi, in your comparison, I also feel that Wu Ze's punch is indeed very handsome, compared with him, the group of seventy or eighty-year-old old men and ladies in the community are simply weak. Jiang Yan echoed with a smile.

Jiang Yan's divine mending knife immediately gave Wu Ze's already extremely fragile mind, and it shone into more than 10,000 critical damage, and he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, this is really a dog, he can only give the two of them a thumbs up weakly, indicating that you are already invincible.

"You can't keep praising him like this, if you continue to praise him like this, Brother Ze will go to heaven." Luo Fatzi emerged from the tent and continued to mend the knife.

"Get out of ......," Wu Ze shouted at Luo Fatzi.

"Haha......" The laughter of these three guys resounded in this originally silent desert.

Wu Ze looked at the three guys who were smiling forward and backwards, he was speechless, these guys were really boring, in the end, Wu Ze simply ignored them, turned around and walked towards the cemetery where there were a thousand coffins in the legend.

"Wu Ze, wait for us, don't want to run away alone." Jiang Yan chased after him with a smile.

Luo Fatzi also shouted: "Brother Ze, you are not kind, leave the three of us behind, and want to slip away alone." ”

"Wait for me, I'm a disabled person...... Liu Rumei shouted from behind.

"Meizi, didn't you say that your feet were healed when you got up?" Jiang Yan stopped and asked with some doubts.

"Well, I feel like my old wound has come back, and now it's a little bit more painful." Liu Rumei explained.

"Meizi, if your feet hurt, then I'll carry you, with me, don't be afraid." At this moment, Luo Fatzi has been transformed into a guardian angel.

Jiang Yan smiled: "That's right, what are you afraid of foot pain, there is a fat man, what problems can't be solved, go Pikachu, the fat man will guard you." ”

"Hey, it's really strange that my foot hurt and got better again, and now it doesn't hurt to walk anymore." Liu Rumei's expression changed, and she said with a look of surprise.

"Only by believing in you can you have a ghost!" Jiang Yan gave her a roll of the eyes.

Luo Fatzi glanced at Liu Rumei stupidly, and sighed in his heart, this is also a grinding goblin.

"You can't leave yet." Wu Ze spoke in the distance.

"It's coming, you're waiting for us!"

The last kilometer or so, the four of them walked directly on foot, and the closer they got to this protruding oval sand mountain, the more they were attracted by the poplar stakes planted in the ground on the sand mountain.

It's so peculiar, this form of burial with wooden stakes inserted on the top of the tomb, the four of them are the first time to see it with their own eyes, although there are many pictures on the Internet, but none of them are so shocking to see at the scene.

More than 100 poplar stakes, of varying heights, are inserted on top of this abrupt sand mountain, which is so conspicuous that the whole cemetery looks like a steamed bun full of chopsticks.

When they walked to the side of this sand mountain and looked at these strange wooden stakes, they immediately felt that they had entered a mysterious world full of primitive religious atmosphere.

These stakes are very peculiar, the stakes in front of the women's coffins are basically in the shape of a polygonal shape with thickness at the top and thin at the bottom, while the stakes in front of the men's coffins are of a different shape, they are some standing logs that look like oars.

The shape of these wooden stakes is also very particular, the wooden stakes erected in front of the women's tombs resemble male roots, and the oar-shaped stakes erected in front of the men's tombs represent ****, this yin and yang, which is the most intuitive embodiment of the reproductive worship culture of a tribe living here in ancient times.

"This ...... That's too intuitive, right? Luo Fatzi said with a glare.

"Fatty, do you still want to talk to the ancients more than 3,000 years ago?" Jiang Yan scolded with a smile.

"The formation of this fertility cult culture should be related to the decreasing number of the tribe living here, under normal circumstances, only when the people are not very prosperous, this kind of fertility cult will be produced, you think, if the children born have been so many that there is no food to eat, who still has the spirit to think about these things?" Wu Ze explained this phenomenon.

"There is also a bit of a peculiarity in this cemetery, the coffins in which they bury their bodies are layered layer by layer to the bottom of the top, and those who die early are buried at the bottom, and then those who die later are stacked on the graves of their predecessors, and the later they die, the shallower their coffins are buried, and this kind of layered burial method is the only one in the world." Jiang Yan continued

Liu Rumei asked curiously: "Who are the people buried in this cemetery?" ”