I don't know how I should understand these four words, with Luo as my surname, which makes it easy for me to associate these four words with myself, after all, I also have the surname Luo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, I can't help but feel a mess of confusion in my heart, could it be that this surname Luo recorded in the ancient books has something to do with me? Or maybe I'm the descendant of this guy with Luo as his surname. Won't I become a descendant of Zoloju? Damn, the more I think about it, the more outrageous it feels. But when I think about it, it's a little strange, could it be that the people who brought me here just wanted me to see this? Or does he know what I have to do with Zoloju? Could it be that he brought me here to be a good person and do good deeds, and to help me recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors?

I shook my head involuntarily, thinking that I shouldn't think so, if I was really a descendant of Zoloju, and my ancestors had such a powerful figure, then my father would not have to tell me stories about him eight hundred times, at least in my father's place, he would tell me hundreds of times.

But the fact is that when I was a child, my father never mentioned that there was an emperor on his ancestors, and even Zolo gave the name, and I only knew it when I saw this ancient book. So I think I should have nothing to do with the surname Luo recorded in ancient books, maybe it's just a coincidence.

I didn't want to have anything to do with the surname Luo in the ancient book, but I couldn't control the curiosity in my heart, and I would always associate myself with the surname Luo in the ancient book.

This kind of clueless thinking is the most irritating thing, because no matter how you interpret it, it is just an idea, not a fact. After a few minutes, I had to dig through other old books to force myself not to be cranky. Of course, I would like to find more information in other ancient books.

In the process of rummaging, I found a very strange thing, many of the words on the ancient books turned out to be hieroglyphs. At first I didn't pay much attention to it, but I soon found out that the hieroglyphs had been copied from these ancient books, and from bamboo slips in other coffins.

Although I am blind to hieroglyphs, this does not affect my judgment. In fact, it is very simple to judge this matter, as long as you compare the hieroglyphs on the bamboo slips with the hieroglyphs in ancient books, it is not difficult to find that this is the same kind of writing.

Given the hieroglyphs that appear in ancient books, I have a new guess about this place, and I think there must have been such a scene here.

Someone once copied all the words on the bamboo slips into paper books in this ancient tomb, and although I don't know what secrets are in these hieroglyphs, I think that what is written in them must be valuable, otherwise no one would have gone to great lengths to copy these words.

Sometimes the more you don't understand something, the more you want to study it, which may be an innate trait of human beings.

I took out all the ancient books in the coffin, and carefully put them together, all the hieroglyphic books, and then put aside everything I could understand. After all the things were sorted out, the ancient books in front of me became clear, and 70% of them were unreadable to me, that is, only 30% of the hieroglyphs I could understand.

I looked through a few books that I could understand, and found that the contents were almost all the same, all of them were records. Except for the one that describes Zolo's example, the rest of these ancient books are ledgers, and the contents of the records are all kinds of things and quantities, and there is nothing else. However, I found that the ledgers were not written by one person, but by at least five people.

It seems that this tomb has visited a huge tomb robber organization, and this tomb robber organization has recorded everything in this tomb in great detail. This is the first time I've seen such a detailed record, and I'm afraid that even today's archaeological teams may not be so detailed.

The flashlight became a little dim, and that's when I realized that I couldn't always turn on the flashlight, and although I still had spare batteries, no amount of batteries would be enough. I started a fire out of some broken pieces of wood from the coffin board and a few broken bamboo slips, and put away the flashlight.

Although the light of the fire is not as strong as the light of the flashlight, it is still possible to see things through the light of the fire. I then looked through the ledger, and there were so many records in the ledger that I didn't read them all for two hours. However, I have to admire the predecessors of the ancient tomb robbers, their way of recording makes me dumbfounded, I can't imagine that there are people who rob tombs so meticulously, and even I begin to wonder if the tomb robbers who recorded these are the tomb robbers, they must want to copy everything here.

The reason why I had this idea was that they clearly recorded the size, volume and weight of all the items in the tomb in the ledger, if it was only gold and silver utensils, then I could understand it, but the records in the ledger even wrote down the weight, length, height and width of the stone carving Fang Xiangshi in detail. And what puzzled me even more was that the size of those pots and the different lines on each pot were recorded in detail. These very inconspicuous things are recorded in such detail, you can imagine how detailed the precious items recorded in the ledger must be.

I looked through more than 20 ledgers in a row, but I never saw a record of the coffin of the tomb owner, which made me feel very strange. It stands to reason that the most important thing in the ancient tomb is nothing more than the coffin of the tomb owner, because the burial goods there will be the most precious, but none of these ledgers are about the coffin of the tomb owner.

I had gone through all the ledgers and found that there was not a single trace of information about the coffin of the tomb owner, but I stumbled upon a very strange page of records.

There is no record of anything on this page, but it does record directions and numbers, and the record on this page is fairly simple, in contrast to all the ledgers that are detailed in history.

The record on this page is:

There are four in the southeast

There are five in the North Point, and one is dead

There are more than ten in the west

The south corner is ominous or more than ten

It was such a very simple record that caught my eye deeply and tugged at my nerves.

I don't know why, but I always feel that the record on this page is weird, and it makes me think about it. The direction and number are not difficult to understand, it is nothing more than how many things are in which direction, but there is a record of five dead and one in North Point, which makes me a little confused.

Literally, there are five things in that direction in North Point, but the death of one has to remind me of the death of one. Because in ancient times, death meant death, and death was death. If this is the case, it is likely that the numbers on this page are all living creatures.

Of course, this is just a speculation on my part, and whether this is the specific meaning of the record on this page is probably clear to the person who records the ledger.

But after thinking about it, I think it's unlikely that there will be a living creature here. In this environment, there will be any living creatures, if there is, it can only be zongzi, but zongzi is not a living thing, and it can't be used to describe life and death, so I can only speculate that the living creatures here are monsters, because in addition to monsters, I really can't imagine what living creatures will be here.

I thought it was funny to think about it, and as soon as I put this ledger down, I heard a noise behind me.

I glanced back in the direction the sound was coming from, and saw that it was coming from the same passage I had entered. I walked to the entrance of the passage and looked inside, probably because of the dim fire, I could only see a dark shadow in the passage, although not too far away, it was difficult to see what it was. One thing is for sure, though, the shadows are moving in my direction.

I don't know what the dark shadow is inside, but suddenly I have a lot of thoughts, could it be the one who brought me here? Or is there really a monster here?

I quickly took out a flashlight and looked inside, I didn't know if I didn't know it, and I was shocked when I saw it. I saw a person covered in blood appear in the passage.

My first instinct was to think it was a bloody corpse, as he was limping as he walked and his whole body was trembling, but one of his movements dispelled me. He covered his eyes with his hand, a bloody corpse would not have this action, only a human would react like this.

I deliberately lowered the flashlight and stopped shining on his eyes, so he put down the hand covering his eyes, and then I saw his face, which was an old prostitute.

"Old prostitute," I cried out excitedly, and immediately ran over.

When the old prostitute saw me, a long-lost smile immediately appeared on her face, but this time he smiled very briefly, and he collapsed in the passage in less than two seconds.

The excitement and joy in my heart dissipated, and I ran to the old prostitute to check if he was still breathing, and thankfully this guy was still breathing, but it seemed that he was not lightly injured, because he was covered in blood.

I didn't dare to move the old prostitute immediately, because I didn't know if he had hurt his bones. I ran back to the place just now, found a fairly sturdy coffin lid, slowly moved the old prostitute to the coffin lid, and then dragged the old prostitute to the fire.

It wasn't until I placed him near the fire that I took a closer look at the old prostitute's injuries. He looked very bad, his face was very bad, and he looked like he was dying. His backpack was gone, leaving only a dim flashlight at his waist and a dagger clenched tightly in his hand.

I was going to pull the dagger out of his hand, but this guy was so clutched that it took a lot of effort to get it out.

I wanted to check the old prostitute's injuries immediately, but I accidentally found that the dagger that the old prostitute was holding had words on it, and the appearance of this dagger made me feel a sense of déjà vu, very similar to the dagger given to me by the master.

I wiped the blood on the dagger, and instantly saw the inscription on the dagger, and I was stunned all of a sudden.

This! This! This dagger turned out to be my brother's.