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Lu Daoren was determined to go to the exquisite ancient city with Hu Bayi and others. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because, he has a feeling that there is no harm in going.

Not only is there no harm, but there may be benefits.

No one can say how many secrets lie beneath the ground of ancient China.

Ancient myths have been buried in the distant river of time, and with the changes of heaven and earth, they have been buried.

They may disappear forever, or they may reappear as a result of archaeological discoveries.

For example, the tomb of King Luyan.

For example, this time, the exquisite ancient city.

Tomb robbery is also treasure hunting.

Essentially, there is not much difference.

Lu Daoren set off with Hu Bayi, Wang Kaixuan and others.

Walking in the desert is an extremely bad and difficult thing for ordinary people, and if you are not careful, you may be swallowed by the flowing yellow sand.

However, for the people of Lu Dao, it is an extremely simple matter.

Any quicksand can't stop the eyes of the people of Lu Dao.

Easily, he gained the trust of everyone.

Although, he doesn't particularly care about this trust......

"Ahead is the ruins of an ancient city, let's spend the night there today!"

At a certain moment, Hu Bayi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said to the archaeological members who were physically and mentally exhausted.

This time, he was accompanied by a drag oil bottle, except for the elderly professor, who was a young weak student, and after walking for a long time, they were already tired.

Fortunately, there is a small ruin of an ancient city in front of us, so you can take a little rest.

As far as everyone can see, most of the buildings are buried in yellow sand, some of the houses have collapsed, only the strong city wall towers out, the wind and the sun have been exposed to the wind and sun, I don't know how many years, it has long since become the same color as the desert.

Hu Bayi led a group of people and others into a big house one after another.

As for Lu Daoren, he still stood lightly.

It seems that no matter what the moment, he is indifferent.

"The overall quality of this Hu Bayi's team is not as good as Wu Xie and Little Brother!"

Lu Daoren looked at the team that collapsed to the ground, and thoughts surged at will.

Wu San Province, Pan Zi needless to say, it is Wu Xie, and his knowledge is also extremely rich.

As for the little brother, he is even more indifferent to him, and the essence and blood in his body have all kinds of uses, and the demons dare not invade him.

When Hu Bayi's small team arrived, at this time, such as Professor Chen's student Ye Yixin and Professor Chen's assistant Hao Aiguo, they lay on the ground when they entered the house, took out the kettle and drank it, and the rest of the people helped Professor Chen in, their legs were weak and they looked exhausted.

However, Hu Bayi, still in the spirit of Ryoma, pulled out some artemisia seeds that grew under the outer wall of the house, took out solid fuel, and lit a small fire to warm everyone.

The dark ancient house was illuminated by the firelight, Ye Yixin suddenly jumped up, hit the beam of the house with his head, and was almost knocked unconscious, countless fine sand fell on the beam, and the people below were not wearing goggles, so they were inevitably blinded.

While rubbing their eyes, everyone asked Ye Yixin what was wrong and what nerves he had.

I only heard Ye Yixin's trembling voice shouting: "There is a dead corpse lying in the corner of the wall on the right!"

"Dead corpses?" Hao Aiguo asked while rubbing his eyes, "You Xiao Ye, what are you doing in a shock? Are we archaeologists still afraid of dead corpses?"

Ye Yixin's eyes also entered the sand, and he covered the top of his head that hit the roof beam and apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hao, I'm ...... I just didn't expect there to be dead people in this house, and my mind was not fully prepared...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

“......”

And it is not easy for the people to rebuke much.

Looking at the wall, there were human bones.

The climate in the desert is unusually dry, I can't tell how long I have been dead, only a pair of white bones remains, half of which is buried in the yellow sand, and most of it is still exposed.

The members of the archaeological team often deal with ancient corpses, and no one is afraid, but they are a little puzzled that this human skeleton died here.

The dead in the desert rarely decayed, and most of them were dried into mummies by natural air, but this white bone had no skin and flesh on it, and it may have been eaten by the sand wolf.

However, Lu Daoren knew that this corpse was eaten by the marching ants underground.

As soon as his consciousness drilled into the ground, he saw a dense mass of marching ants.

Uncountable.

Roughly calculated, it will cost hundreds of thousands.

Lu Daoren stood on the ground and saw hundreds of thousands of marching ants underground.

Each one has a pitch-black body, a red tail, red and black, like the tide of a.

Spicy eyes.

Spicy eyes indeed.

If a person with a phobia of density sees it, he will definitely change his complexion and become terrified.

A marching ant, lightly and easily obliterated.

You can kill with one step.

But hundreds of thousands of marching ants have become a killing weapon.

Even if there are lions, tigers and elephants, when encountering such a group of marching ants, they will only die without a place to bury.

Even modern people with machine guns and grenades may not be able to please so many marching ants.

Of course, for the people of Lu Dao, it is not a difficult task.

His mind moved, and a thought jumped into the ground, and when he reached the center of tens of thousands of marching ants, where the ant king was, he began to murmur with the ant king.

After muttering for a while, the ant king seemed to feel the will in the underworld, and began to evacuate into the distance according to the will of the Lu Dao people in the underworld.

In less than a quarter of an hour, it was gone.

The Lu Dao people did not kill these marching ants.

There is no need to kill, and there is no bother to kill.

Although, if he is willing, it is only a matter of the way of heaven and earth.

Solidify all the land within a radius of several miles into an airtight plate that is harder than steel, and the marching ants will naturally die.

But it's not much fun to step on ants without anything.

He's talking to the Ant King, telling him what to do.

The ant king understood and withdrew......

It felt the will of the Lu Dao people in the dark, and had no choice but to withdraw.

A small misfortune was avoided.

At this time, on the ground, Hu Bayi and Wang Fatzi were cleaning up the bones of the victims in the corner.

The bones are there, and the people in the house are not very comfortable, so it is better to bury the bones before going to bed.

After a few digs, the sapper shovel hit the stone.

Hu Bayi felt a little strange, this house was very tall, and the yellow sand that had been blown in for hundreds of thousands of years was piled up higher and higher, why did he dig a few times to make it a stone?

Peeling aside the sand and looking at it, the stone was black, and I dug a few more times on both sides, but there was no stone.

When Hao Aiguo and the others saw it, they also came over to help, and they started digging more than half a meter deep, and in the fine yellow sand, a black stone statue was revealed.

This man's head is the size of two heads of ordinary people combined, and the eyes are olive-shaped, which are too proportional in the facial features of the face, and appear uncoordinated.

There is no crown and hat on his head, only a flat bun, and his expression is very serene, without obvious joy and anger, which is not only like the statue of the god enshrined in the temple, but also like the stone man on the mountain road of some large mausoleum.

"This is the Giant Pupil Stone Statue!"