I walked along the upper reaches of the river in the company of the little golden feather chicken, and there was always an endless green field under my feet, and I didn't know how big the world in this treasure lock would be.

Just because the locked world is always daytime, I walked for nearly ten hours without stopping, because my recent physique and strength have been strengthened again and again, and I don't feel tired.

But ten hours without seeing the arch bridge over the river made me wonder if I had made the wrong decision to go upstream in the first place.

I was thinking about it, when I heard the little monster scream, and the wings flew forward quickly, and in a short time it flew away, and its figure became a small dot.

I was puzzled, and hurriedly walked forward, and after a few steps, I saw that the little murderer flew back quickly, landed on my shoulder, and kept pointing his head ahead.

I looked out, and at the end of my vision, I seemed to see an arched bridge standing above the river.

I've been with the little murderer for a long time, and although I haven't said it explicitly, it turns out that it also knows that I'm looking for the arched bridge, so it flew forward excitedly just now.

The further I went, the more similar the arched bridge in the distance became more and more similar to the place where Yuyin stood in my dream, and I was so excited for a while that I couldn't control myself, and began to speed up my pace frantically and continue to walk forward.

In less than half an hour, we were in front of the bluestone arch bridge.

But this sky is empty, how can there be the shadow of the sound of rain.

I walked slowly onto the arched bridge, feeling a little lost for a moment, and when I reached the place where Yuyin stood in my dream, I gently called out to the sparkling water.

"Yuyin, where are you?"

Unfortunately, no one answered, but what I waited for was silence in the wilderness.

In this picturesque place, I stood on the arched bridge for a long time, looking at the surroundings that still could not be seen, and I fell into confusion, not knowing where to go to find the rain sound.

The little murderer suddenly flew up from my shoulder and flew towards the other end of the arch bridge, and just as he flew away from the bridge deck, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Could it be that there is something strange on the other side of this bridge? I hurried forward, and when my feet were completely off the arch bridge and on the opposite bank, a strange wind blew in my face, and my body seemed to be pierced by it.

Looking in front of me again, where is still the green and picturesque place just now, but to a dark and cold wilderness.

There was no longer an endless plain of green fields in front of us, but a bitter cold land with no grass, and the sky was full of clouds, as if a torrential rain was about to fall.

A cold wind began to blow in my face, and although I was not afraid of the cold, I still felt a chill from the bottom of my heart in this desolate scene.

Despair!

This is how I felt for the first moment in this new world.

As soon as I stepped into this new world, I saw that the little murderer was not far ahead, and it seemed to be frightened by this place, and immediately flew back, and got into my pocket, never daring to show its head again.

As I looked at the world in front of me, I walked forward, and with a "clang" of my feet, I kicked on top of something.

I looked down and saw that it was a long rusty knife, and I picked it up, only to see that it was covered with red blood spots, and it felt quite heavy when I weighed it.

Because I was a child, under the supervision of my grandfather, I read some history, combined with memory, and then looked at this knife, and thought that this was an ancient knife, but I am not a professional archaeological expert, so naturally I can't say the specific age of this knife, I just think it is very old.

I touched the blade with my thumb, the knife was already very dull, but I still took it with me, and the short knife I got from the wasteland, although sharp, was not long enough, and sometimes in enemy battles, the longer the weapon, the more advantageous it would be.

I was in a barren wilderness, and the sky was very gloomy, and as I walked, my heart was also filled with gloom clouds along with the environment.

Walking a few steps, there is no one or one thing, there will be some dead wood stumps around from time to time, and a few raised hills can be seen faintly not far away.

I hadn't taken a few steps before my foot hit something again, and when I looked down, it was a spear, and when I picked it up, it was also rusty, but it still worked.

I looked at the long knife in my hand, and the spear was too long and not very easy to handle, so I dropped the spear anyway.

As you keep going, more strange weapons will appear under your feet from time to time, in addition to swords, there are also bows, spears, spears, iron ge, forks and other weapons, many of which are only available in ancient times.

I'm wondering more and more, what the hell is this place?

As I got closer and closer to the bulging hills like steamed buns, I noticed that they weren't really hills, but seemed to be intentionally filled.

It felt ......, like a huge grave.

When I reached the first knoll, I saw that the diameter of the knoll was about thirty meters, and not far from my feet, I saw a hand emerging from the loess.

I walked over and did see a dry hand emerging from the cracked loess.

The hand hung weakly, the fingers were slightly extended, and there was a long sword that was also covered with red rust in his hand.

I used my knife to dig open the loess next to my dry hands, I thought that in this bitter cold place, the soil would be extremely hard, but I didn't expect it to be very soft, I didn't make much effort, and soon dug down a large section, revealing a corpse wearing battle armor.

The corpse was dressed in half-length armor and wore this iron helmet, and the armor on the body looked like it was made of cowhide.

It is not difficult to see from the clothes that the deceased must have been a soldier, and I cannot tell what age the soldier was.

The man's appearance was unrecognizable, but he could tell that he had endured countless pains before he died.

His mouth was wide open, blood was left at the corners of his mouth, his mouth was full of dirt, and his body was curled up so badly that a simple guess could tell.

This man was not buried after death, but was buried here alive.

I saw that there seemed to be someone underneath the corpse, so I pulled the corpse out of the earth, and saw three more corpses in battle armor emerge from underneath the corpse.

I pulled out three more corpses one by one, and they had the same painful look on their faces as the first one, and beneath them, I saw more corpses.

I shuddered instantly, and looked at the countless hills around me, and I could conclude that each of these hills was actually a huge pit that had been filled.

As for these pits, of course, they are all soldiers buried alive.

What exactly is this place?

I began to retrieve the memories of the ancient burial of the dead alive, and finally determined where I had been.