The hidden strength of the black cloak made my spirit tremble, and I felt that if I pursued it any further, I would suffer a catastrophe. I had a heavy responsibility on my body, and I didn't want to die, not to mention that the black cloak didn't really threaten me at this time, so when the spirit had a sense, I immediately gave up the idea of chasing down, and the spirit immediately floated back and returned to the body. By the time the body returned to normal and looked up, the black cloak was gone.

The ice coffin in the void had stopped swinging, and I thought that it might be out of self-protection to avoid the devastating damage to the royal tomb caused by the treasure hunters' search, so the contents of the Seven Holes Royal Tomb would spare no effort to kill all outsiders who approached the royal tomb. It's not a good place, and I'll leave with the old man right away. The way we came was still clearly remembered in our hearts, and we ran all the way away, and all the seven royal tombs sank into the icy water, and the two of us drilled out of the giant eye at the top of the royal tomb, and surfaced along the water. An unexpected twist and turn, wasting most of the night's time, and by the time the fire was lit to dry the clothes, the sky was almost bright.

The little Taoma redirected the course, and we went around the ravine around the mountains and walked on the right path. The route is established, but the difficulties and obstacles must be eliminated, the state of mind when I first entered Kunlun no longer exists, in the face of the boundless and lifeless snowy peaks and mountains and seas, I am always vigilant, the big mouse, and the appearance of the black cloak, make me feel that as long as I am not careful, maybe someone will emerge from some unknown corner, or what danger.

But the next few days of the journey went relatively smoothly, no accidents, the environment was bad, the mood was not easy, the road was quite tired, but think about the river that has begun to change, these tiredness disappeared and invisible. On the fourth day, we walked to a large canyon in the middle of a group of snowy peaks, a huge canyon that was probably left over from the earth's crustal orogeny a long time ago, stretching for one or two hundred kilometers, dividing the snowy peaks into two parts, the left and right. This route is actually very convenient, just go all the way down the edge of the canyon, it's a straight road. One day, Lao Baba and I walked to the quarter of the canyon and found a suitable place to stay.

This is a deep and very narrow stratum fault zone on the edge of the canyon, the nearby geothermal resources may be very rich, transpiring and warm and humid water vapor from the depths of the fault zone is constantly surging up, people stay next to it is very warm, and the snow peaks in the ice and snow are simply two completely different worlds, we boiled hot water, and got some food, this time when I rested, Lao Fuba had a long memory, leaned closely to my side, and did not dare to stay away. I stayed up late and got into the habit of keeping vigil as usual, and at first, the old man still talked to me without a match, but after a while, the snoring sounded.

I looked at the old man and thought the old man's snoring was ridiculous, and he was completely heartless. But after laughing, I felt bitter again. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this, if you don't pretend to be in your heart, you will feel happy at any time, and it is not good to have too many thoughts.

Bang bang bang

Just as I was asleep, I suddenly heard a slight noise, which came from under the snow valley in front of me, very soft, but all the wisps drifted to my ears. The sound was very strange, like a rusty pendulum swinging, and like two small pieces of wood colliding with each other. Here and now, any unusual noise was suspicious, and I immediately gathered my mind and listened.

Yes, the sound came from the direction of the canyon in front of the stratum fault zone, but after listening to it for a long time, I couldn't figure out what it was. The more I listened, the more I felt that something was wrong, and I couldn't help but wake up the old guy gently, and the old guy was very dissatisfied with being woken up, muttering, and I quickly covered his mouth.

"What's the sound?" When he woke up, he heard a slight but rhythmic sound, and his sleepiness dissipated, and his little eyes wandered around.

I hesitated, I didn't know if I should go and see what was going on, and if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I might not be able to detect what it was. In the past, there may have been dangers that followed, but if you ignore it and don't understand the situation, it's hard to predict whether the road ahead will be affected again. After thinking about it again, I think it's better to understand it before I feel at ease. So he stepped out of the warm geothermal steam and approached the canyon.

The closer you are, the clearer you can hear, and the source of the sound should be fixed. Slowly walk to the edge of the canyon and look down. The fracture surface of the canyon remains the same as it was during the orogeny, with uneven and undulating conditions, and snow is scattered on the raised layers, and the view is immediately less clear.

"See what it is?" Lao Fuba followed behind, unable to see what was going on, and asked me in a low voice.

Crash

The old man's voice was very soft, but the snow on the fracture surface of the canyon under his feet collapsed in a large area. Lao Fuba was frightened by the previous avalanche, and when he saw the snow falling, his face turned green.

"Don't panic, the snow is falling." I immediately shrank back, the canyon bulge was limited, and there wasn't much snow, so it quieted down after a bit of it.

This time, when I stretched out my head to look down, I saw at a glance that seven or eight meters below, there was a stone that stretched out like an eaves, about three or four meters in a circle. On this stone, there is clearly a person seated, facing the opposite side. One of his hands was raised in front of his face in a very strange posture, motionless as if it had froze.

"Sure enough, there are people!" I thought I was right, but when I looked again, I saw that the man sitting on the stone had been reduced to a pile of dry bones, but his clothes were ragged and not yet rotten, and he had obviously died here for a long, long time.

Bang bang bang

As the rotten body was revealed, the strange faint sound continued. In a blur, I saw the skeleton's arm raised to his forehead, and the bones of his forearm swayed slightly, striking his forehead. The skull was already empty, and the two bones collided with each other to make such a clicking sound.

This posture, this kind of sound, could not have been produced for no reason, and naturally, it made me feel that this skeleton left on the rock wall of the canyon was deliberately trying to attract us. I was afraid that there would be danger after going down, so I thought about it, took out a rope, tied it to an iron hook and threw it down. The clothes on the outside of the bones are of good quality, and they still maintain their toughness after so many years of wind and rain, and the iron hook on the rope hooks the clothes, driving the bones inside the clothes, and they are pulled up together. When I raised my hand, I felt that it was a little heavy, and when the messy bone clothes were pulled up, I found that the bones had a bag with them, which was firmly fastened to the belt.

As soon as the corpse was rotten, it was almost impossible to tell what kind of person it was, but as soon as the scattered bones were opened, I felt that this was a very tall person, and it was estimated that he should be more than 1.8 meters tall and 1.9 meters tall before his death. There was nothing left on it, only the bag. I figured that if this skeleton really had a spirit in the sky, it wouldn't attract us for no reason, so I immediately began to look through the bag carefully.

The contents of the bag are basically some equipment and supplies used after entering the deep mountains, and it is a mess, rummaging around, and I see that inside the rotten debris, there is a book tightly wrapped in a tarpaulin. Everything isn't so carefully guarded.,So this book immediately stands out.,Look,It's more important than anything in the bag.。

"Open it and see if there's anything written in it." I handed the book to the old man.,It's been too long.,Although the book is wrapped in a tarpum.,But the corners have been seriously yellowed and brittle.。 Exhausted brothers.

"Leave it to me." The self-taught old Fuba Xing opened this book, and the paper of the book was densely packed with words, but as soon as he opened it, Lao Fuba was stupid, looked at me in a daze, and said: "Foreign word code, I can't recognize it"

Suddenly, a sudden wind swept across the ground, whining the hollow skulls on the remains. This gust of wind is overwhelming, blowing on the face like a knife scraping over, the book in the old man's hand was blown by the wind, and he turned more than a dozen pages back and forth, and the book was suddenly sudden. This notebook is densely written with foreign characters on the front and back, but on this page, a sketch is drawn with a pen.

The strange wind blew and disappeared immediately, and I always felt that this gust of wind did not blow for no reason, as if it was deliberately guiding us to look at this page sketch of the book. I took the notebook from Lao Fuba's hand, and the sketch was very simple, with only three round balls. It's a simple sketch, but it's puzzling.

I looked at the three balls on the sketch, and I looked at the bones on the ground. How many years has this road beside the snow valley been untraveled? This skeleton stubbornly guards here, refusing to be blown away by the wind and rain, could it be that someone specially waited to find it, or found this tightly wrapped notebook?

This made me realize that the three balls in the sketch seemed to hide some extremely important information and secrets. But after thinking about it for a long time, I still dispelled all thoughts. I'm curious, but I know better what I'm doing, and there's nothing more important to me than the safety of the river.

So I dug a pit on the spot and buried the bones. I don't recognize any of the words on that notebook, so I can only put it away temporarily. Although I forced myself to dispel distractions, out of my mental instinct, I couldn't help but ponder until I had dealt with all this.

Three balls, what does that mean?