"What the future said is the same, if you want the old man to say, let's stop fighting in the ring here, it's important to find a way out quickly."

After Yu Bo finished speaking, Song Siyuan looked at Yue Guanchao, and they all looked at the flashlights, staring at the stone road on the cliff of the east cliff.

Most of these stone roads are recessed into the stone wall for three or four meters, up and down less than two meters high, it does not look like a natural erosion formation, the traces of artificial chiseling are very heavy, some stone roads are steep and broken, the road can not be chiseled at all, only the two ends can be connected with a pallet, as if dozens of wooden bridges have been built on the cliff wall, and the incoherent caves are connected into plank road grottoes that can be entered and exited.

From a distance, it looks like a withered old dragon hanging on the cliff, hiding its head and tail to melt into chaos.

"Let's go, since you've both talked about one place, let's stop grinding."

After Yue Guanchao finished speaking, he led everyone onto the stone road.

Walking on the stone road, they could hear the underground spring flowing under the cliff at any time, Song Siyuan shone a flashlight on the cave wall and said:

"It can be seen that the stone road here is not smooth, even the gravel on the top of the cave has not been repaired, and it remains abrupt as a thorn, which shows that the grotto was built in a hurry, and I feel that this road should be specially chiseled out by Ayinzun for the construction of the mausoleum, so that the craftsmen can enter and do things."

"What I'm curious about is that for such a big project, could it be that the craftsmen are only the 10,000 or 20,000 people who are buried in the river, and the rest of the craftsmen will definitely not be released, but their whereabouts are still a mystery!"

"Yes, I know where those craftsmen are now, see for yourself~"

Song Siyuan looked in the direction that Yue Guanchao was pointing, and the doubts in her heart immediately understood.

On the inner wall of the stone road in front of everyone, tens of thousands of withered and dried corpses appeared in a terrible state, as if they had been hung on the eaves of the sun-dried bacon, and were brutally nailed to the stone wall.

Song Siyuan approached one of the dried corpses and took a closer look!

The incandescent light hit the body, and the outline of the dried corpse was completely highlighted from the darkness, it was wearing a short coat and short hips, a hood on its head, black leather boots on its feet, and a half-arm made of linen on its upper body, its forehead, limbs, and joints were all nailed to the stone wall, and its head was open and leaking black teeth that had not yet rotted, and the sunken eye sockets were covered with pitch-black corpse moss that looked like long hair cakes.

Although the flesh and bones of this person were in the ground, and there was a wind blowing through the ambergris, they did not rot, but they were completely dried, showing an amber brown color soaked in oil, as if they had been boiled dozens of times by the potion, and not only did the body become dry and dry, but there was also an unpleasant smell of corpse medicine, which was very unpleasant.

Song Siyuan stared at the dried corpse for a long time, sighed and explained:

"This image of wearing a half-arm without a long robe is similar to the image of the servant of the Tang Dynasty, and the servant of the Shengguo of Haidong should also wear it like this, if nothing else, these people are the servants who build the mausoleum, they are one level lower than the craftsmen, and they are not qualified to accompany the king to the funeral, so they were nailed to the stone wall by the officers and soldiers."

Before the words fell, her eyes suddenly flashed differently, and she overturned the argument about the funeral: "No, there is a magic in front of me, and I am not sure whether they are martyred for the mausoleum, or if they have another purpose, maybe Yin Zun crucified them here, what kind of ceremony is to be held." ”

"You give me that red gold slip~"

Yue Guanchao didn't know why, but he couldn't stop what Song Qianjin wanted, so he simply took the scroll and handed it to her.

"The thing painted on this should not be Changbai Mountain, there will be no open-air grottoes everywhere, but the slaves depicted in the above painting are bound hand and foot, but it is somewhat similar to the sacrifice ceremony we have seen, it may be tribute and sacrifice!"

"As for what the purpose is, it is up for debate."

Afterwards, Song Siyuan returned the slips to Yue Guanchao and looked at the corpses: "According to the same reasoning, I think it is very unlikely that they were buried for the mausoleum, but it is true for some kind of evil sacrificial ritual." ”

She paused and continued to explain: "After returning from Wuqi Village, I have read some information about the Sushen tribe, the Sushen tribe originated from the Xing'an Mountains, and the branch groups are all over the north, and even along the northwest and Hexi corridors, there are traces of the Sushen branch, no matter what the name of those Sushen tribes is, they can be called the northern tribe. ”

"The animism of the Sushen people originated from the Wuzhu culture, but since the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty, the Wuzhu culture has been replaced by the ancestor of the heavens, and since then the bloody history of the sacrifice of living people has gradually receded, and it has been transformed into the sacrifice of six animals to the gods, I am thinking, the Northern people are likely to be the source of the sacrifice culture, perhaps as early as the Xia and Shang periods, their ethnic groups have been in contact with the Central Plains civilization, which also made the sacrifice popular in the Xia Shang."

"I really don't know why such an ethnic group would be willing to live in such a bitter cold place as Xing'an Mountains."

"Along the way, we have seen the bloody slaughter of slaves by the Yan tribe, and judging from the content of this red gold slip, it is likely to be related to a sacrifice ceremony by Tang Dynasty officials."

"Tang Dynasty? How can you be so sure that it is the Tang Dynasty, maybe it is another country with the Tang Dynasty as its teacher! "Yue Guanchao has learned smart this time, he won't believe what others say.