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Wu Zhiyuan covered his nose with his hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The smell in the clay pot is almost gone. Only then did I get closer to the mouth of the jar to see the situation inside the clay pot.

The light in the stone chamber comes from the luminous sand embedded in the stone wall. So the brightness is low. This clay pot has a slightly thinner mouth. The light cannot reach the inside of the can. Wu Zhiyuan only saw the black in the clay pot. Shake your hand slightly. It looks like there's something in there.

Wu Zhiyuan turned the jar upside down. I want to pour out the contents of it. But from the mouth of the tank came a puddle of foul-smelling black water. The black water stinks. Moment. The entire stone chamber was filled with this disgusting smell.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly put the clay pot aside. I couldn't resist the feeling of churning in my stomach. Didn't vomit out. It was the worst smell he had ever smelled in his life. It smells worse than the rotting corpse of the corpse Gu soaked in the Black Descending Gate.

The feeling I felt when I shook the clay pot with my hand just now was real. It shows that this clay pot is not just this stinky water. Rather, there is something tangible. Obviously. This thing cannot be poured out of a slightly thinner can.

Wu Zhiyuan stared at the clay pot for a moment. I remembered that I had just seen the clay pot rolling down the stone platform, but it did not hit the ground. It's a scene that floats on its own. Could it be that this clay pot contains a spiritual object?

Wu Zhiyuan once heard the fifth uncle who was good at traditional Chinese medicine say. Ginseng has been refined for thousands of years. Then there is spirituality. will escape the capture of the ginseng pickers. Even if it is dug up by the ginseng pickers. Ginseng pickers will also tie a red rope to the head of the ginseng. Prevent it from escaping again. Maybe this kind of spiritual thousand-year-old ginseng doesn't move very fast. But if it will be found after a while. It did leave its original position. Moved a noticeable distance.

Purple Void is not an ordinary thing. If it also has spirituality. And it happened to be in this clay pot. The scene that floated up on its own just now was explained.

Come to think of it. Wu Zhiyuan couldn't hide his excitement in his heart. He grabbed the clay pot. He said in a deep voice: "If you really have spirituality. I hope you can understand. Everything I do. It's all about saving Moon Shadow. ”

The voice fell. He slammed the clay pot in his hand on the stone platform.

Just listen to the crisp sound of "pop". The clay pot was suddenly reduced to splinters. A fleshy, pale thing rolled a few times on the shards of pottery. Stopped. A foul smell was stronger than before. Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly took a step back. At the same time, he reached out to cover his nose.

He stared intently. I couldn't help but be shocked. The fleshy thing on the shard. It's not the purple void that I expected. Rather, it was a corpse that had already been swollen from being soaked in water. And it's the corpse of a baby.

The baby seemed to have just been born. The limbs and skull are small. But because of the long-term immersion in water. All are already swollen. His face happened to be tilted towards Wu Zhiyuan. His pale eyes bulged. Looks lifeless.

Wu Zhiyuan looked at the dead baby on the stone platform in astonishment. I remembered the scene of the clay pot floating in my mind again. I was a little shocked. Could it be that the ghost of this dead baby is not gone.

Come to think of it. He drew his peachwood sword. Scanning the stone chamber warily. But there is no abnormality in the stone room.

The dead baby was encapsulated in a clay pot. It's weird. In some places. When a person dies, the body is cremated. The ashes are then placed in the urn. Clay pots or porcelain pots are also commonly used in the columbarium. But the body of the dead baby was put into a clay pot in its entirety. It is also a way to bury a dead baby.

The stone chamber in the body of Shizhong Mountain was submerged in the lake. No one has set foot for thousands of years. Isn't this clay pot already here for a long time? And who will be the people who store these clay pots?

Wu Zhiyuan's gaze fell on the other clay pots on the stone platform. There are quite a few of these clay pots. There are about thirty of them. Varies in size. The big one is estimated to fit a seven or eight-year-old child. The small one can only fit one mouse. Wu Zhiyuan gasped in his heart. If these clay pots contain the corpses of dead babies or other animals. It was nothing short of outrageous.

He couldn't bear to open the other pots. I just want to know what to do with the swollen corpse of the dead baby in front of me. Burying in the soil is the most suitable method. But the chamber was all stone. Burying clearly won't work. Think for a moment. Wu Zhiyuan took off his coat. Covered with the corpse of a dead baby.

It's winter though. But Wu Zhiyuan has never added much clothes. The outer garment was removed. All he was left with was a close-fitting single coat. Feel colder. But in this treacherous and strange environment. Compared to the unknown fear in the heart. Its own heat and cold have become insignificant.

Wu Zhiyuan remembered that there was a faint handwriting on the stone wall next to the stone platform. And he stood up. Cautiously stepped over several clay pots. Stood firm in front of the stone wall.

There are indeed inscriptions on the stone walls. But because of the age. Erosion by lake water. Plus covered with a little moss. So it's not clear.

Wu Zhiyuan scraped the moss on the stone wall with a peachwood sword. Only then did I see that the text on it was written in a large seal. Wu Zhiyuan is not familiar with the big seal. Only a small number of large seal characters can be recognized. Fortunately, the problem on this stone wall is not difficult to recognize. He discerned carefully. You can even see the content of the words.

I saw a poem written vertically on it. Wu Zhiyuan read softly: "I've been drunk and lying for three thousand years. And it is gratifying that no one knows the world. ”

"Three thousand years." Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned and muttered to himself. The Great Seal is a popular script in the late Western Zhou Dynasty. If that's how it goes. It has indeed been more than two years now. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is 3,000 years.

Come to think of it. Wu Zhiyuan shook suddenly. Suddenly something was wrong. He pondered. I immediately understood.

"Three thousand years. Three thousand years ......," Wu Zhiyuan said quickly. At the same time, the brain is thinking rapidly. "I have been drunk for three thousand years. That is, I have been sleeping here for three thousand years. This poem was written 3,000 years later. And the Great Seal prevailed in the Western Zhou Dynasty three thousand years ago. So when was this poem written on the stone wall? ”

Wu Zhiyuan's back suddenly felt cold. According to the meaning of the verse and the prevalence of the Great Seal in the Western Zhou Dynasty of the third year, it is calculated. This poem on the stone wall should have been written in modern times. Or. In recent years.

Who is the person who wrote this poem. How could this person exist in this world for three thousand years without dying. And it can also be carved on this stone wall with hands and feet, and the font is so formal.

What's even more difficult to explain. It is usually flooded by Poyang Lake. How could a man survive in the waters of a lake for 3,000 years? Could it be the soldiers in the Taiping army who sank to the bottom of the lake but did not die?

Not right either. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom revolt against the Qing Dynasty lasted only a hundred years. And not three thousand years.

Time. Wu Zhiyuan couldn't figure it out. He looked at the verses on the stone wall again. I suddenly found that there were some words not far from this poem. It also seems to be a poem.

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