However, once the number of dead people reaches a certain number, the degree of shock is different, the deep pit was originally very large, but it was filled by hundreds of corpses, and the corpses were stacked on top of each other, layer after layer, and the scalp of the people who looked at it was numb, like purgatory on earth. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Masks, are there any dead bodies wearing masks?"

"Yes, there are quite a few of them. Ma Ya replied.

"He just said not to touch the masked dead body, I analyzed not only can't touch it, but also can't look at it, it's not the skeleton that's scary, it's his eyes, girl, do you remember the terrible eye we saw in the Beiman Fortress? That's the curse of the Rouran people, everyone walk around, don't look at them. "Wushuang knows a lot, if he is healthy, he will definitely be the first to walk over to give them a sample, but now his physical condition does not allow it, and he can't even stand steadily.

The other three people supported Wushuang, stepping on the white bones under their feet and walking forward little by little, saying that it was easy, everyone, just imagine, it was not a plate oil road that was casually open and walked, and the white bones under the feet were all human bones, so many years, those white bones had long been corroded, and the air in the desert was so dry!

As they walked forward, they made a clattering sound under their feet, and sometimes they could sink half a meter deep when they stepped on it, and then they had to support each other to stand up. In this process, you have to pay attention to whether there are masked skulls nearby, and you have to dodge, this pit of ten thousand corpses is not big, and it is dozens of meters long in the middle of the tomb, but this dozens of meters long white bone path made them walk for more than twenty minutes.

When they crawled out of the corpse pit, they looked at it again, and the lower bodies of these four people, especially their calves, were all covered with white bones.

Trauma isn't a big deal now, and it's nice to be able to move forward. Fortunately, the three of them had good eyesight, and according to Crane Zhanpeng's instructions, they did not touch the skeleton wearing a mask. In the end, Wushuang was finally erected out of the pit of ten thousand corpses.

"How is it? do you want to rest?" Ma Ya asked Wushuang.

"Leave me alone, go ahead! This ancient tomb leads in all directions, and all roads lead to Rome, no matter which tomb road you go from, you can finally reach the courtyard in the middle! Without me leading the team, Little Japan will not touch other tombs, and will definitely catch up with it as soon as possible. Wushuang said.

The tomb road in front of him is very empty, and I can see a silver light leaking from the top of the tomb from a distance, which is where the patio of this underground palace is located, and the patio is directly above the center of the ruins of this Rouran Imperial City.

"Ya'er, go and take a look, do you have a coffin under the patio?" Wushuang threw the wolf eye to her.

Ma Ya stepped forward to take a look, under the moonlight of the patio is a triangular altar, there is a row of stone steps in front of this altar, the stone steps are about eight meters high, and there is a figure faintly on the eight-meter-high altar, the silhouette of the person is just illuminated by the moonlight, it looks blurry.

"Brother, look at that figure, on the altar, could it be Bug?" Ma Ya asked him.

"It's the first time we've come down to this place, and I don't know, but listening to what Ryota Sakazaki said in little Japan, it shouldn't be wrong. But it's a bit out of line, isn't it?What kind of person is that Buge sacrifices?Why don't you even have a coffin after you die?" Wushuang looked at Professor Monalo, who was an expert on Beihu culture.

"You guys rest for a while, I'll take a look. Professor Monalo took the wolf's eye flashlight and cautiously approached the altar.

Don't look at him as an archaeologist, but he has participated in countless archaeological surveys before, but there are many departments to cooperate, and there are many students around him, and the ancient tombs he excavated have basically been patronized by tomb robbers, and some of them are only the white bones in the coffin, how can there be anything evil? This is the first time he has entered the ancient tomb of King Rouran Khan, and what he has seen and heard along the way has increased his understanding of the folk craft of inverted fighting, and their skills are definitely not worse than those of archaeologists, and even they know more than archaeologists.

Tomb robbers and professional gold school captains are definitely two professions, tomb robbers only make money from the dead, and gold school captains are more in awe of their profession and more in awe of the dead. It's a respectable profession.

"Professor, don't go up, you can help me see if the corpse up there is intact. Wushuang instructed him.

Professor Monalo approached the high triangular altar and shone a flashlight with a wolf's eye, revealing a headless corpse sitting cross-legged on the altar, dressed in a shaman's animal skin jacket with many small bells underneath it, holding a skin drum in his hand and a beating gesture in the other. But his life was forever fixed in this position.

"This is impossible, at least five or six hundred years, how can a corpse not decompose without a coffin?" he cried out in disbelief and surprise.

"What's his pose?"

"Sitting!"

"In what direction?" asked Wushuang again.

"Due east. ”

Wushuang told him that this is right, due east is the auspicious position of the Mongols, where their immortal heaven is, and the east is blessed by their gods. Moreover, the moonlight above this patio happened to shine vertically on his corpse, and for hundreds of years, he had absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, and the aura of heaven and earth. If he had a head, he would have cultivated into a drought fish long ago.

"Twins, little Japan wants to study this corpse in every possible way, could it be that there is any strange power in this corpse, what shall we do about it?" Professor Bayara asked him.

"Help me over!" Wushuang walked over with his hands on the shoulders of Professor Bayara and Ma Ya. He looked up at the strange corpse, and sure enough, it was just as Professor Monalo had said.

"It must be ruined! It must be burned! This thing cannot be left in the world, otherwise something will happen sooner or later! Today little Japan can come to him, and tomorrow Lao Mei and Lao Maozi can also come to him!"

Musou gave Professor Monalo a bottle of gasoline to Professor Monalo and asked him to burn the corpse of Bugue's sacrifice with gasoline.

The old man's hands trembled and he walked up to the altar step by step, his heart was up and down, don't look at the countless archaeological excavations he has participated in, but it is the first time that he has really had zero contact with the corpse of an evil Mongolian shaman.

In ancient times, the priesthood of ethnic minorities was second only to the emperor, and sometimes the emperor had to consult them when he was in trouble.

Moreover, this is the first time in the history of our country that the corpse of a Mongolian shaman has been excavated, and this corpse is immortal for thousands of years, and its research value can be imagined. Isn't burning him the same as destroying a national treasure?

He couldn't help but look back at Wushuang and then at Professor Bayara, hoping that they could change their minds and find a way to bring the half of the corpse back.