The deceased was covered with a straw mat and a few pieces of dried skin hanging from his skull, which made him look particularly hideous.

"The skeleton seems to be very complete."

Nian Songyu also jumped down, stared at it carefully, and suddenly his face changed color: "It's complete, but it's not all in its original position." ”

He pointed to the deceased's hands and feet, which were still covered with dirt: "Dig the soil away." ”

At this time, He Lingchuan could only do it honestly.

As a result, after digging up, everyone let out a long sigh.

"He was eaten too?!"

Several bones were visibly scorched and scarred.

"Eat it first, then bury it?" It was Nian Songyu's turn to be puzzled, "What's so special about this person?" ”

"Here!" Mao Tao happened to dig open the grave soil on the other side and found that the deceased was holding something in his hand.

When I took it out, it was a lambskin wrap.

Rao is Sun Fuping has experienced a lot, and his heartbeat can't help but speed up at this moment.

Finally one step closer to the end of the mystery.

He untied the sheepskin with his own hands, and there lay a codex on it.

Everyone watched with excitement as he opened the codex, and the words inside were densely packed, and the more they reached the back, the more scribbled they became. The isolation of the sheepskin allows it to be well preserved, except for the yellowing and brittle paper.

Then, I can't read it, I can't understand it.

Everyone could only wait for the national teacher to translate, but Sun Fuping read it slowly word by word, for fear of missing a little useful information, and he had to think about it while reading.

He Lingchuan couldn't hold it back in the end, so he went outside to have a headache and soaked it, and came back just in time for Sun Fuping to raise his head and drink water.

"National teacher, what is written in the codex?" He pointed to the grave bag, "Did this dead man write it?" ”

"No, it's a suicide note left by his companion who buried him and the last person of this Baling expedition." Sun Fu said slowly, "This person is Zhu Gan's disciple Sun Taobo. ”

This codex records the process of his succession from Patriarch Zhu to the almost total annihilation of his army. They found the entrance to the illusion in front of the temple in the desert wasteland, causing the Wild Sand Season to be preempted, but then they were attacked by resentful spirits. In particular, the Gale Army was so strong that the whole team suffered heavy losses, and only five people fled here, and the Spirits did not chase after them. ”

"I won't go into detail about the process before that, we've all been through it. The focus is on the future: after entering the illusion, they failed to achieve their goal, neither found the big square pot nor the exit, and the water they brought in kept being consumed, and finally they ran out of food. ”

Sun Fuping spoke slowly and carefully, not specifically for the three of them to solve their doubts, but for himself to slowly digest and ponder these contents.

"This place looks peaceful and peaceful, but in fact it is no different from the desert, only the cold and heat are missing, but they are not suitable for life. Those who can't get out will end up with only a dead end. Sun Fuping casually turned a page, "In the end, these Baling people were also cut off from water and food, and had to eat their companions, of course, by drawing lots to determine the victims." We have already seen their bodies in Chen's house. ”

Nian Song Yuqi said: "Then what's going on with this grave bag?" ”

The third person who won the death lottery did not want to be eaten, and wanted to resist, but was killed by Tao Bo and Yu Qingyuan. This man is very difficult to deal with, and Taubor alone cannot deal with it. After another period of time, it was time for the last two to gamble on their luck, but Yu Qingyuan took the initiative to commit suicide and gave Tao Bo the last chance to live. ”

The three were silent. To survive dozens of days in despair and fear, and to give up the last shred of hope of survival, is something they think they can't do.

"Tao Bo felt his high righteousness, set up this mound for him, and left his own codex together and gave it to those who came after."

Mao Tao smiled bitterly: "It's us unlucky ghosts." ”

"Be careful." Nian Songyu didn't feel that he was unlucky, "You should always write something useful in the codex?" ”

Relying on food, water, and companions, he lived in the illusion for more than sixty days, searched the inside and outside of Panlong City several times, and even went to the wasteland a few times. However, there is a border thirty miles outside the city, and you can't go out any farther. "Tao Bo's codex is equivalent to a diary, recording what he has seen and heard by day, it is inevitable that it is trivial, Sun Guoshi simply summed up the essence, "Zhu Gen Patriarch has put forward a lot of assumptions about Panlong City and Dafang Pot, Tao Bo, as his disciple grandson, has worked hard to confirm it here, but he has not succeeded." In the end, he even gave up looking for the big square pot, hoping only to find a way to escape. ”

Of course, he also understands that the two are fundamentally the same thing.

"The biggest problem with living in this illusory city is that you don't know where to start, and countless attempts have ended in failure. Just when Yu Qingyuan also died, and he was the only living person left in the entire city, Tao Bo was in a daze for several days, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: The reason why he couldn't find the Dafang Pot, could it be because it wasn't here at all? ”

The three of them were stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

Without a large square pot, how could there be this illusion?

Nian Songyu's face suddenly became very bad: "You mean, we are in the wrong place?" ”

"The wheat fields outside the city and the buildings inside the city all show that Panlong City enjoyed peace during this period and was not affected by the war at all." Sun Fu said slowly, "If there is no war, people will not reward the gods, and the gods of the heavens will naturally not give the big square pot for war!" ”

War is the beginning of all subsequent tragedies.

There is no war, and of course there is no generous pot.

Absurd! Then they came here for nothing to die? Mao Tao wanted to refute, but opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound. He Lingchuan muttered, "It seems that this is really the case? ”

What else can you do here? "If we can't find a way out here, this illusion is a Jedi and a dead end!" Nian Songyu's eyes flashed, "There is no such formation or secret realm in the world, this is not in line with heavenly reason!" ”

There is also a chance of life in the artificially arranged dead game, even if the chance is slim, otherwise such a game itself cannot be done. This is the fundamental law of this realm, just as water flows downwards and the sun rises the next day, and there is no need to argue. Nian Songyu has learned supernatural powers and understands the reason.

"So, why does this Panlong City world exist?" Sun Fuping shook the notes in his hand, "As the personal disciple of Zhu Gen Patriarch, Tao Bo put forward a conjecture. Who do you think would like Panlong City during this period? ”

Like?

The three of them looked at each other, and He Lingchuan asked tentatively, "Everyone?" ”

Who wouldn't love a quiet, peaceful and affluent paradise untroubled by war?

"Yes, everyone! All the people who have lived on this land, living and dead, their ideal home in their minds should be like this. Therefore, Dafang Ju created such a world for them according to the vision of the resentful soul during his lifetime! Sun Fuping continued, "Tao Bo even suspects that the existence of this illusion has been beautified and processed, far better than at any time in the history of Panlong City, so that the resentful spirits can stay here with peace of mind. ”