After I fell into the mass grave, the stench of the rotting corpses under the pit, as well as the rotten flesh and dry bones that I could touch as soon as I reached out, really made me feel uncomfortable, I only felt goosebumps flying everywhere all over my body, and my heart could no longer beat quietly and steadily in my stomach.

I borrowed the pine oil stick in my hand to look left and right, and after a few glances, I couldn't bear to look directly at the tragic situation of these corpses in front of me, and blew out the only remaining light in my hand, and groped in the darkness to crawl out of the pit.

My heart jumped to my throat as I grabbed a dry bone, and the foul smell alone made my forehead sweat run cold, and all I thought was to get out anyway.

At this time, when I was almost uncontrollable, and fear had taken over my mental high ground, something suddenly slapped me a few times behind me, which was undoubtedly a great test of my psyche.

"Who?"

There was no sound behind me, and I slammed my hand and slashed out with a horizontal slash.

I heard a muffled voice behind me: "Oops!"

"Huh?" When I heard this voice, my fear instantly dropped, after all, there was a voice, and this voice came very naturally, there was nothing special, I dare to assume that this was a person.

Thinking of this, I didn't go out in the mass grave, and used a flint to light the pine oil stick in my hand again.

Looking behind him with the light in his hand, he couldn't help but be shocked, and he raised his leg with a kick and kicked the unknown object behind him far away.

When I relieved my expression and looked at the object behind me, I realized that the man was still breathing, but it seemed that he was not far from death.

"Who are you and how can you be here?" I asked, and the man didn't seem to respond, just my fingers kept waving, and I had a pained expression.

My nostrils are already filled with the smell of corpses, and I really want to cut my nose off, this unacceptable smell, even if I am given a mountain of gold and silver, I don't want to suffer this crime again.

Thinking of this, I walked around the unrecognizable corpses at my feet and crouched down in front of the living dead who could still move.

"Can't you speak now?" I said, watching the man's every move, but I seemed to notice that the man had been covering his nose with his other hand, and the other hand seemed to be pointing at something.

I looked in the direction I was pointing and saw a thick hemp rope that led to the top of the cave.

"It's strange, there are stalactites all the way, is there a passage above this rope?"

The corners of my mouth curled slightly, and I said to the man lying on the ground: "I don't need you to talk now, I guess, you just need to nod and shake your head." ”

The man still didn't speak, but my head seemed to be constantly shaking, and it looked like there was something else for me to do.

"You came down from that rope up there?" I asked.

The one lying on the ground shook his head.

"And you found this rope later?"

The man on the ground nodded.

"You want me to help you out of this mass grave?"

The one on the ground nodded.

He got up, nodded, and looked up, it turned out that this mass grave was really not short, and if he didn't want to find a way, he really couldn't get out. Fortunately, this thick hemp rope in front of me.

I first muttered a few words very respectfully: "A few people, it's a bit of a gift today, but I'm leaving, so please get out of the way." After saying that, he kicked away several corpses around him with a few kicks, and grabbed the hemp rope tightly with both hands, which was about to climb up.

But before I could move, I felt my ankle being grabbed by a hand.

"What are you doing?" I saw that the one on the ground had clamped my legs, and with the weight of a man, it was impossible to climb up with the strength of my hands.

I immediately let go, and raised my leg to kick the man on the ground, but the man swung his hand in front of me a few times, and kept glancing behind me.

It was only at this time that I understood what this person meant, it turned out that this person did not let me get on the hemp rope, I am afraid that my legs were not unable to move.

I thought about it carefully, and it was the same thing, if this person had bad legs and feet, it would be very difficult for me to climb this hemp rope.

"Your leg hurts?"

The man on the ground nodded, then shook his head again, an indescribable expression of pain.

Confused, I immediately got up, stepped over several corpses, and looked at the man's legs. When I saw the rotten bone-baring leg, I was stunned.

It turned out that there was a deep wound in the man's leg, which had been dug into a large hole, and there seemed to be a hand clutching tightly at his ankle.

I looked down at the hand and found that it belonged to the corpse of an old man covered in corpses, with rotten flesh on his face and one eyeball hanging on the ground.

I kicked the old man's body away with another kick, and when it was kicked away, it rolled aside, but his hand was still on the man's ankle.

I sighed: "It's okay, you wait a while, I'll tie you up first." I wrapped the man's waist with the part of the hemp rope, and I climbed up the rope to the top of the mass grave, stood on the mass grave, and pulled the man under the grave with all my might.

"Milk, milk, death, that's the person. I scolded.

Fortunately, I finally pulled the man up, and when he came up, he took away the hand that was blocking his mouth and nose, and grinned and chattered.

"It hurts me!"

When I heard this, I was angry: "Bastard, you can talk?"

"Yes, it's just that it stinks too much down there, I really can't speak, if I don't block my nose, I'll have fainted. ”

"Believe it or not, I'm kicking your birdies. ”

The man immediately waved his hand: "Benefactor, don't, if you save me, you will be my benefactor, and I will make you a cow and a horse in the future." ”

As soon as I heard it, I was very happy, and I actually met such a master here: "Boy, your mouth is quite sweet, okay, since you said so, I won't talk nonsense with you." ”

"That's good, but I can't walk anymore because of my leg injury, so I think I'll have to trouble you. ”

I sneered, "That's a small thing, but what I want to know is why you're in the mass grave?"

"Don't mention it, I fell in by accident, and I entered this mass grave at once, and then a layer of bluestone slabs was put on top of the mass grave, so I never came out. ”

I seemed a little skeptical, "When did you come in?"

"The day before yesterday!"

"The day before yesterday?" I thought at this time, the day before yesterday, we had just come out of ten thousand bones, so what is this person doing here by himself, I squinted at the man, and felt that this person's eyes were ethereal.

I had a thought in my mind: what this man said was absolutely not true.

First, he said that he fell, and the road I came on was a patio, and it was impossible to fall directly into this mass grave, and it is forgivable to say that I fell down from that hemp rope and fell into the mass grave.

Second, he said that he came the day before yesterday, and that just looking at the wound on my leg was more than a day or two, and I would probably have been here for a long time.

With these two points alone, it can be completely proved that this person is definitely not an authentic person, and everything he says is false.

Thinking of this, I asked with a smile on my face, "Then tell me how you got the injury on your leg?"

The man's eyes flickered, and then he smiled unnaturally, "This is what I was scratched by the stone inside after I fell into the pit." ”

"Abrasions?" I sneered, "Do you think I'm blind? You have a large piece of flesh cut off from your leg, and it's your fate that you can live to this day." ”

"Uh!" the man said, "Yes, you are right, but ...... actually."

I didn't give me a respite, and then asked, "Then let me tell me where you came from." ”

"You're here to rob the tomb, and you've taken something you shouldn't have taken, and besides, you're not the only one in your group, and the people who fell to the ground at the door seem to be all you, right?"

The man's expression began to wander, and he nodded slowly.

I said, "Your leg wound was not rubbed by a stone, but you must have dug it yourself with a throwing knife, right?"

"How do you know?"

"Because of that bronze mirror, you all passed through there, right?" I analyzed very thoroughly.

As soon as I heard my analysis, the man's expression immediately changed, and he seemed much more sincere than before, and sighed: "Actually, our group is dozens of people, and we came here for the common people of the world, but when we were halfway there, we were separated from the leader, so we followed the rope into here." ”

"And then, when you see the bags of treasure in front of the dried corpses, you are moved by greed?" I continued.

The man nodded: "That's true, but we didn't expect that anyone who got something, none of them survived, they all died there, and ......"

"And what?"

"It's all suicide!" said this, and the man's eyes suddenly appeared with great fear.

I couldn't help but laugh when I heard the man's words: "You people, you people are all here to rob tombs under the banner of living for the common people in the world, and people don't let people be quiet when they die." ”

"Hey, what the little brother said is true, I'm not a person who came to steal gold and silver treasures, just for the sake of the world, I believe that the owner of the tomb here will understand my thoughts. ”

I feel that this man who calls himself Arwen is credible at the moment, because his other companions are dead, and he is the only one who is okay, which proves that I have not taken any treasure from that pocket.

But it's strange to think about it, how can those dried corpses here have such a big grievance, and the bronze mirror, these are all mysteries that I can't solve for a while.