There were many strange characters carved into the trunk of the old tree, and the symbols were even older than the Mongolian and Manchu scripts, and even Ma Ya and Dural did not recognize them. But obviously, the legend of the ancient tomb of the Yuan Dynasty may really be a disguise, this cannot be the tomb of the Yuan people, the Yuan people are grassland people, and it is impossible to implement tree burial.

"It seems to be Xianbeiwen. Wushuang said.

"Brother, how do you recognize me?" asked Ma Ya.

"I'm just guessing, the Thousand Machines Thief recorded the languages of many ancient peoples, and you can roughly calculate the age of the ancient tomb with this. However, there are many ethnic minorities in the ancient stone figurines and Xianbei texts. Many ethnic minority regimes in China originated in Inner Mongolia and the Xing'an Mountains. Musou explained.

The wind howled under the tree hole, as if it was an entrance to hell, and the four of them wrapped up their clothes and walked in step by step. The space under the tree is not a hole, and the scope of this old tree is too large. Old people often say that the size of the crown of a tree is the size of the root tendrils underneath it.

Sure enough, there was a huge space under the tree hole, and the roots of the tree were entwined horizontally and vertically below, like earthworms drilling countless irregular holes in the intact earth. There is more than one tree hole below, this old tree does not know how many thousand years it has lived, the roots of the tree are the same, they have their own metabolism, the roots of the tree die stubble after stubble, die in the ground and then slowly dry, and finally these intricate holes are left.

"This old tree may be a species of banyan tree, but is there a banyan tree suitable for growing in extremely cold weather?" asked Ma Ya.

Ma Ya told him that there is a rare and extinct species in the banyan family called the banyan tree, perhaps this one, the pan of the banyan tree, which refers to its roots as the main life form, all entrenched under the ground, absorbing the yin qi of the earth's veins and living. As long as there is no destruction, it is possible to live for tens of thousands of years.

"I don't want to know how it came about, I just want to know how it didn't. Battle asked as he listened to the excitement.

"That's a good question, I heard my grandfather say that this behemoth was extinct in the Later Han Dynasty, because Liu Che, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, thought that Panrong was heavy and unlucky. At that time, the Han Dynasty was popular in a kind of spell of Zhu Youke, and the puppets used to spell people were carved from the banyan tree. ”

Wushuang said: "I have heard of this statement, and it has been said in folk black jokes that it seems that the death of the Han Dynasty general Huo Qubing is related to this strange witchcraft. Ya'er, does the banyan have any other uses besides yin?"

"I don't know, this woody plant has been extinct for so long that I'm afraid even my grandfather doesn't know. What we know is just hearsay. ”

At this time, there were several calls from the depths of the tree hole again.

"Big cabinet, let's go down quickly, the White Deer King can't die!"

"What are you panicking about, everyone, be careful, there's something weird down there!"

The four of them turned on their flashlights, carried their spears and spun down the hole, going deeper and deeper, the cold wind around them became colder and colder, and no one knew where this deep tree hole led.

"Whew...... Whoop ......" A mournful roar echoed, Wushuang was too familiar, it was the mountain ghost who was stabbed by him last night.

Further down, the terrain becomes flatter and flatter, as if it has exceeded the soil on the surface of the bottom crust, and the sand and gravel below are relatively loose, and if it were not for the messy roots intertwined and supported by each other, I am afraid that the tree hole would have collapsed long ago.

The more you go down, the more open it is, the nature is more than 300 meters underground to cast such a natural coating, this year's coating is a very large plane, everywhere are hideous stone figurines carving, each stone figurine is about three meters high, all kinds of colors, there are people, there are animals, the expression is vivid, there is only one, whether it is an animal or a figure stone figurine, all the eyes are facing the dark place of the north, here the space is empty, the guy thing that rings the horse is an ordinary flashlight, not like the wolf eye beam of the professional tomb robber stone figurines is so solidified and strong。

"Shhh

The roars of the White Deer King and the mountain ghosts became clearer and clearer, and finally, at the end of this clay layer, Wushuang and the others finally saw the monster. The wound on the monster's palm was inflamed, the skin was dark purple, the blood was dry, and behind it was a huge stone tablet, and the stone tablet was also engraved with many Xianbei texts, and there seemed to be another world behind the stone tablet, but this guy was stuck in front of the stone tablet and no one was allowed to approach.

In front of it is the tall white deer king, the white deer king has no miscellaneous hair on his body, the snow-white smooth hair on his whole body is particularly eye-catching, the horns and feet on his head are more than a battle long, it is strong and tall, the nose exhales a stream of white gas, and the throat is muffled and roaring, as if warning the mountain ghost to get out of the way.

And behind the White Deer King, there are five big men dressed in cross-dress, these five Chinese characters are all beards, and all of them are clothes sewn from animal skins, none of which are modern. They carried ancient bows and arrows in their hands, and they all aimed at the mountain ghosts who stood in their way.

They talk to each other and speak languages that outsiders can't understand, as if they are communicating whether to do it or not.

"Is this your companion, Battle?" asked Musou in a low voice.

"No, no, I don't know them, and they're certainly not Evenks either. ”

The two of them spoke in a low voice, but even so, they still did not escape the insight of the group of wild people with exceptionally quick hearing.

The five savages dressed in animal skins turned their heads at the same time, their bows and arrows aimed at the huge stone figurines behind them. There was a series of foreign words in his mouth.

At the same time as they turned around, Wushuang Ma Ya and two Dongmeng Xiangma also rushed out from behind the stone figurines, and also aimed their guns at the five of them, and the battle was about to break out, and no one dared to be the first to provoke.

"Be honest, the guy in my hands isn't a vegetarian!" Bartel warned them.

"Who are you?" asked Wushuang, and then led the other three, spreading in an arc step by step, wrapping the five savages in the middle.

"We are a forgotten people. The leader of the savages replied that he could speak Chinese and that he knew the power of muskets.

"Are you descendants of the Xianbei people?" asked Wushuang again, his gun always aimed at the leader's head.

"No, we are Donghu people. The man replied.

Wushuang carefully searched his memory for the name of this people, which was both familiar and unfamiliar. There is "Donghu is in Dazedong, and Yiren is in Donghudong." "That's it.