After those larvae died, the monk and I endured the nausea and buried the two of them, although Li Dakui, the fat man, killed Officer Li and almost hurt me, but in the words of the monk: People die and die, and they don't know each other. When a person dies, the debts he owes in this life should also be written off, if there is really a next life, the good guy or the bad guy let him choose again.

Now there are only five of us left, Nangong and the monk are trustworthy, the big white girl looks soft and weak and there should be no threat, only the lean man doesn't talk much along the way, but after all, he is the person found by the pangolin, and I still have a deep wariness of him in my heart. To be honest, because of my size, I didn't have any feelings for thin people by nature, and I didn't like him even more because that guy was found by a pangolin. But this guy didn't do anything to us before, and I didn't have a seizure for a while.

The monk looked at us and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to go." ”

I was a little puzzled, this monk seemed to know too many things that we didn't know, and although he had all the questions he asked me, I felt that he still had something to hide from me.

I thought for a moment and asked, "Where are we going?" ”

The monk pointed to the void and said, "Go to that island in the middle of the lake." ”

I subconsciously resisted the island, shook my head and said, "We might as well look around and see if there is a way out, there should be more than one crack in this mountain wall that leads to the ground." ”

The monk looked at me and said, "There are many relics left by our ancestors on that small island, and you are not tempted at all?" ”

To be honest, as a second-hand dealer, it's impossible to say that you can't be tempted by the things there, and I've had the idea of digging out some treasures myself. However, I have a great resistance to that island for no reason. It seems that my subconscious mind is extremely repulsive to that island. If I hadn't been able to stick to that island at the beginning, I might have been able to get out of it and start my small business in the future. It's a pity that there are no ifs in this world.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the monk continued, "Even if you don't care about those things, the exit of this place is on that island, and if we want to get out, we have to go there." ”

The exit is on that island? But it is the farthest from the surface, and there is no way to get to the surface. Could it be that this monk lied to us in order to let us go to the island with him? But what's the point? One of the three of us was injured, and the other had almost no combat effectiveness, only Nangong still had some effect, but this was really not helpful for the monk's ability. What's the use of him fooling us?

I couldn't figure out what the monk was thinking, so I glanced at Nangong, and she was also looking at me at this time. Seeing that she nodded to me, I had no choice but to stop making a noise and agreed.

Nangong trusts this monk, although I don't know why she trusts him, but I trust her judgment. The big white girl hadn't spoken since she came here, and the lean man wished he had gone to the island earlier, and he didn't speak.

I looked around and said to the monk, "Where are we going now?" ”

The monk looked down at the ground and said, "According to the Cangming Collection, this Sangja leaf is a downward spiral, and we only need to walk slowly down the mountain wall to reach the bottom. As he said he pointed in a direction and continued, "Let's go, it's going to be a long one." ”

We walked slowly down the mountain wall, and thanks to the searchlights, I was able to get a closer look at our surroundings. In this bowl-shaped space, a spiraling platform more than 30 meters wide has been carved out of the surrounding mountain wall, how much manpower does it take to do this? I'm secretly glad that when we went to chase the big white girl in the dark before, we didn't fall down, it's just shit luck.

If we were not going in the right direction, we would probably fall directly from this platform to the bottom of the ruins, and then even my own mother would not recognize me. Since there is only one searchlight, in order to save power, we only turn it on occasionally, identify the direction, and then slowly walk deeper with the help of the light stick.

Along the way, I found that the rock walls around me were dark black, and there was a faint redness, could it be that there was a massacre here, and the blood stains have not faded yet? Just as we were walking for about half an hour, statues began to appear on the rock walls around us, and I couldn't help but stop and look around.

These statues are all identical, the smiling Buddha we have seen on the mural before. He is exactly the same as the image on the mural, and he is smiling and waving to us at the moment, as if we are the ones who are standing in the water and suffering. Looking closely at these statues, I found that the carving is very simple, it should be something before the Tang Dynasty, but I can't tell the exact age. But the previous murals look like things from the Ming Dynasty, so wasn't this place built during a period of time? Or has it been discovered and reformed by the forces of several dynasties? If this is the case, what is the secret in this that deserves such a large amount of manpower and material resources from the forces of both dynasties?

I really couldn't see anything, so I had to follow Nangong and them and continue to walk down. Although the mountain wall is very wide, you can still feel a clear arc, but all the way down, these statues beckoned to us at the same angle, these statues are actually carved according to the arc of the mountain, is this really human can do it? Even with modern industrial technology, positioning through lasers is barely possible, and what methods did the ancients use to do it?

Just as I was thinking nonsense, the big white girl in front of me exclaimed and pulled me back to reality, and I hurriedly ran forward to see what was going on. When I came to the crowd, I saw two corpses! From my previous experience, I've come up with a golden rule that if I see a corpse anywhere here, I'm going to start to be unlucky.

Nangong was checking the cause of death of the two people, and I stepped forward to take a closer look. I didn't know these two people, but I looked up at the big white girl and saw that she nodded at me to be sure that these two people were members of the first wave of tomb robbers. The deaths of these two men were not as horrific as before, they both had three bloody holes in their necks, and there were no other external injuries. I saw one of them still holding a pistol in his hand. Although I haven't used this thing, it's better than falling into someone else's hands, so I directly pulled the gun out of the corpse's hand and handed it to Nangong. I glanced at the lean man and saw that he was looking at me gloomily, and realized how wise I had done. The more the enemy doesn't want you to do it, the more important it is, and that's the first lesson my dead master taught me.

Nangong shook his head at us, and said to me while examining the pistol: "The fatal wounds of these two people are the wounds on the neck, and there are no obvious external injuries, and the time of death of the two people has been more than a day. ”

The monk sighed and said to me, "Let's bury them two." ”

Did this monk collect corpses in his last life? After following him into this "Sanga leaf", it took less than a day to dig the pit for the second time. Nodding, I took out my sapper shovel and found a place where the ground was relatively soft, ready to dig a shallow pit and bury the two men.

After a few shovels, my shovel hit a hard object, and I felt it with my shovel, and there was a stone slab buried in the ground. The two of us quickly shoveled away the floating soil on the slate, revealing a white marble slab more than three meters long and about one meter and five meters wide. The two of us cleaned the dirt from it, turned on the searchlights and began to observe the slab.

There are two coiled pythons carved on both sides of the stone slab, this python is carved very realistically, even the scales on the body are particularly fine, I took a closer look, the scales of the python are all covered with a layer from the snake tail to the snake head, and none of the thousands of scales are misplaced. Although I have never done a large stone carving business, I know that if this thing is taken out, it must be an artifact. This slate alone compares all the carvings I have ever seen in the first half of my life!

I resisted the shock in my heart and looked into the middle of the stone slab, which was carved in a shadowy way, carving the image of a serpent-headed human body. It is the god who specializes in managing pythons in Buddhism, and there are many kinds of transliteration, and we are used to calling it Mahu Luojia in our industry. I have handled a few of these Mahuraka-shaped objects, including handles and bronze. Its image is male and female, but it is all snake-headed and human. Looking at the costumes, the stone slab is carved with a female figure, and there is a string of inscriptions next to it, but I can't understand it.

The inscription looked very similar to Sanskrit in terms of stroke structure, but I couldn't read a word. Turning his head to look at the monk, he saw that he was looking at the stone tablet in a daze, his emaciated face showing a deep bewilderment, as if there was some secret on the stone tablet that he could not unravel.