The man kept foaming at the mouth, his consciousness gradually withdrew from his body, his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, and he looked at Han Qingxin with a look of extreme pain.

His eyes really look like Zhu Beichen, or he is Zhu Beichen at all, but that gaze is so cold that it can make people shiver.

In a panic, Han Qingxin tried to hold down the man, but his strength to break free was too great, he withdrew his hand and shook off Han Qingxin, and just took his last breath in a violent convulsion and panic, and gradually his limbs stopped moving, and he lay stiffly and horizontally.

Zhu Beichen winced and said, "Dead? ”

Really dead, there was no trace of swimming breath in his nose and mouth, and his eyes were fixed on the man's body whose body temperature was gradually lost, Han Qingxin felt very lost, how good it would be if he could leave a word.

July came back alone, and Yang Xi didn't follow behind her, Qijian said: "What about Yang Xi, didn't he go out with you just now, what did he say?" ”

There are any topics that need to be avoided by everyone, not to mention who can understand Gu language. The content of Yangxi's exchange with July must be very important, Yangxi is a local indigenous and understands the situation here best.

July changed the subject without panic: "Let's see what's going on here first, and check it out." Perhaps he felt that he should give an explanation of Yang Xi's whereabouts before saying, "Yang Xi is gone, we don't need to look for him anymore." ”

Pulled over a simple wooden chair with a simple appearance, the fat man sat down panting, the faint fragrance of sandalwood lingered, the fragrance came from the corpse that had just died on the ground, his fists were always clenched tightly, and he did not relax until he died, he should be desperately protecting the things he felt were the most important.

Han Qingxin said: "His left hand seems to be holding something, I'll break it open and take a look." ”

With a rough and uneasy mood, he shook the stiff fist of the corpse, and Han Qingxin's mood was still immersed in the death of this person who looked like Zhu Beichen. The joints curled up violently, and the nails of the five fingers were pinched into the flesh due to excessive force.

As a last resort, Han Qingxin only applied acupuncture to the nerves near his wrists, and for a period of time when the person had just died, the nerve conduction was still active, and the corpse was unwilling to slowly release the closed fist after a few stitches.

They were a little disappointed by the facts, their fists were empty, and all he was holding was a cloud of air. But the scar after the healing of the long-aged wound in the palm of the man's corpse still attracted the attention of several people, and the scar took on a regular symbolic shape.

Qijian's eyes lit up, and the old scars on his palms were not made up of the "soul suppression talisman".

Is it worth using such means to place this kind of talisman all over his body if he is not a great traitor? The talisman seal in the palm of the corpse's hand was imprinted with a soldering iron, and it was impossible for the seven to understand the method of suppressing the soul, and this method of lowering the talisman seal alone was sensational.

It was indeed a soul suppression talisman, exactly like the rune on the back of the corpse, and a twisted and deformed humanoid pattern jumped in the palm of his hand.

Qijian and Han Qingxin were all focused on the corpse, and they had no time to take care of Zhu Beichen, who was left out in the cold.

Qiyue gently hugged Zhu Beichen's back from behind, and comforted him softly: "Beichen, I believe in you, don't worry." Although the two have a shallow relationship with each other, July still firmly believes in her husband.

Grateful laughter, blazing eyes, this kind of moment July can reach out and stand by his side is undoubtedly the greatest spiritual comfort and support.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced into the metal box, the empty box was already full of people, and he couldn't put anything at all, leaving only a yellowed and tattered notebook.

Carefully taking the notebook out of the box, the leather cover was strewn with broken skin, and a layer of dust covered the cover. The paper inside is yellowed, and it can be concluded that it is rice paper to the touch, and it is rice paper produced in Xuanxian County, Anhui Province, and the workmanship texture of this paper is first-class. On the home page, you can see a line of neat and beautiful calligraphy, recording the name of the owner of the notebook.

It turned out to be a diary: "After being trapped for thirty-three days, I finally escaped, and I must not be caught by them, and I cannot go back to that place." Otherwise, I will definitely die, I will definitely die. ”

The first page of the diary learned that his name was Su Hao, and it was indeed not Zhu Beichen. It was as if he had been trapped somewhere before, and that place he had to do everything he could to escape. Reading between the lines, he used the word final, which can be imagined how strong his idea of escaping was at that time.

Where can a person leave such a word, if he does not flee, he will definitely die?

July accompanied Zhu Beichen and swept the words on the diary with his eyes, there are not many people who write with a brush in modern times, so it is inferred that this person may have lived earlier. But judging from his appearance, there is not much difference in age between him and Zhu Beichen, at most in his early twenties.

"It can be a prison, since the word escape is used, it proves that he was restricted in his personal freedom at that time." July was doing rational analysis, reading the narrative in the book as Zhu Beichen flipped through the progress.

The further back on, Su Hao's account seemed chaotic: "No matter how I ran, they sent that kind of thing to chase me, the ancient city was bigger than I thought, and I was lost." I regret it, I shouldn't have come here, that information completely hurt me. Human curiosity is endless, and people are dead to their curiosity. No matter how hard I can, I can't be caught by them. ”

"I don't know how many **** nights have passed in the days of escape, and every day I spend every day in fear. Today I have a faint feeling that my body is getting more and more wrong, my eyelids are getting more and more sleepy, they must have done something in my body. What exactly is the mark on your hand? ”

Most of the chapters are describing the mood of fleeing, and between the lines, Zhu Beichen can see that this Su Hao is carrying out a difficult escape journey. The pursuers in the rear forced him very close, and it was not known how long he had escaped to get to this room. Unfortunately, he was bent on escaping from that place, and in the end he ended up dead.

Seeing this, Qiyue's eyes lit up and said: "This Su Hao once entered the ancient city, and then he escaped from it for some reason. From this point of analysis, the ancient city of Shabu has never been an empty city, and there have been people living in it since ancient times, otherwise what are they referring to in his diary, and what are the kind of things that were sent? ”

Comprehensive information, first-hand from the actual morphological description of the ancient city buried in the sand, although only a scattered description, can also give a glimpse of the current situation of the ancient city. The starting point of the diary is from the beginning of Su Hao's escape, and the front is blank, which is undoubtedly a bit regrettable, because he did not specify the way to enter the ancient city, how many people and equipment he brought with him on this trip, and the original intention and purpose of finding the ancient city buried in the sand are not clarified.

"Maybe it's like a siege, the people in the city want to get out, and the people outside the city want to get in." Qijian stood behind Zhu Beichen, his eyes swept over the diary, and he saw Su Hao's despair between the lines, I don't know what purpose Su Hao came here for, in short, in the end, he left his life here.

That's why when they saw Su Hao, his physical signs would be so weird, it should be that the people in his mouth did something to him. The ancient city of Sand Burial is still inhabited by aborigines, and they may have caught Su Hao, an outsider, and used him to conduct some kind of experiment, causing him to become what he is now.

"Su Hao, he is really not Zhu Beichen, but why do the two of them have exactly the same face?" After Han Qingxin examined Su Hao's body, his violent death had no warning and no clue, and if he did not go through a precise and in-depth autopsy, he was afraid that the cause of death would not be found. happened to hear the conversation between the three of them and learned the true identity of the corpse lying on the ground, but he was a little suspicious.

Han Qingxin approached, but Zhu Beichen dodged sideways, and his tone was estranged: "What, the autopsy is over, and there is a discovery." You can see for yourself, this person's name is Su Hao, he is not surnamed Zhu, he has nothing to do with me at all, are you satisfied now? ”

July Lala Zhu Beichen shook his head and said, "Beichen, don't look like this, their mood is understandable." ”

Han Qingxin still had unrelieved doubts in his eyes. If a person's name is just a reference to a specific person, a name can correspond to different people, but if it is two people who look exactly the same and are completely indistinguishable, can they really be distinguished by their names alone?

She took the diary and said lightly: "I'll take a look first, to find out the origin of this Su Hao, the similarity between him and Beichen is not completely unreasonable." You have to know why he came here for, including his experience in the sandy ancient city. ”

It stands to reason that since it is a diary, it should have a definite date and time, but this diary novelly uses chapter names instead of time, so it reads more like an autobiographical novel with a messy frame. At this point, the seven rooms quickly gave a reasonable explanation, Su Hao encountered the same situation as them after coming to the periphery of the ancient city of Shaburi, he couldn't tell the year and month here, he couldn't be sure when he entered and where he came, and the lack of diary time was naturally explained.

The fat man listened to everyone's analysis seriously and gave his own thoughts: "To understand Su Hao, you must know the background of the times in which he lived, and he described that he was trapped for thirty-three days, which shows that there is a way to record time in the place where he was detained." On the way to escape, it is said that I don't know how many **** nights and nights I fled, and there is a difference between the two in the city and outside the city. ”

Okay, Zhu Beichen didn't expect that the fat man was usually very aggressive, but his logical analysis ability was so rigorous and meticulous, he was so surprised that he opened his mouth and admired it.

Shichima nodded and said: "Yes, what the fat man said is very reasonable, summarizing the subtle clues in the diary will help us understand the situation in the city, so that we will not know nothing after finding the original site of the ancient city buried in the sand, and the more we know, the less danger we will have." ”