I don’t know how long it took, but the five bones in the trench finally stopped moving, so Zhang Meng and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that there is really no movement, these bones?"

The fat man carefully stretched out his finger and poked the cold bone, then immediately shrank back and stared at the thing. Only after confirming that the things had no further movements did they dare to go forward.

Zhang Meng and the others looked at the huge skeleton that was five or six people, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It is very likely that it is the natural reaction of organisms. I remember an experiment before, which proves that people still have some instinctive reactions after death, because some nerves are attached to bones. If there is external factors stimulation, the corpse will make some strange movements."

Zhang Meng shook her head, but even he himself didn't believe this explanation.

These bones have been around for at least a thousand years now, right?

How could the nerves still exist for such a long time? Moreover, the strange kneeling and worshiping action was like a ceremony, which also made Zhang Meng and the others very uneasy.

"The shit reaction is obviously haunted."

Fatty, the vanguard who firmly believed in Chairman Mao's absurd ideas, decisively abandoned his beliefs.

"There are words on this bone"

Lai Zi suddenly said, pointing to one of the bones and said with excitement.

Zhang Meng and the others quickly pointed the flashlight at the bones and found that some of the huge bones of the bones were carved with deep scratches. Zhang Meng glanced carefully at the words and found that it was a kind of text that was exhausted from oracle bone inscriptions. Zhang Meng had also studied this kind of text, but it appeared relatively few times, and it was not very common even on the black market, so it was not studied deeply.

"How, can you translate these words?"

The fat man asked nervously.

"It should be possible"

Zhang Meng focused his mind and carefully read the words. Compared with the oracle bone inscriptions, he found that these words seemed to be a little older than the oracle bone inscriptions, but they seemed to have a different way of being the same as the oracle bone inscriptions. The words were represented by the shape of movements. Zhang Meng compared them with the oracle bone inscriptions and found that they could be basically translated.

Zhang Meng started to look from the skull, and he gestured a lot on his palm, then sorted out the order, and then translated the two people who were waiting for him:

"What we wrote here is a holy war. The Jiuli brothers Bl can summon wind and rain, and use gold as weapons. They are brave and good at fighting, and the eighty-one brothers are the most powerful in the world.

After the Holy Emperor Chiyou, led by the eighty-one brothers, unified the south, he took the number of Tianying and divided it into Jiuli.

The people have always been fierce. After defeating some of the technologies of the Huangquanjiao people, they have made rapid progress and become military barbarians that dominate the south. The people even transform themselves with their mechanisms, which is more suitable for war and begin to conquer other ethnic groups in the south. Under the command of the Holy Emperor, unification is just around the corner."

Zhang Meng roughly translated some of the myths and legends of the Jiuli tribe that he knew, and his understanding of those bone inscriptions.

The bone he saw seemed to record a general information, just like those ancient classics that specifically praised the emperor.

"There is really the existence of the Jiuli clan? Isn't that a race that only exists in myths?"

Although they had already vaguely confirmed that this tomb of God existed before, they were still shocked when they heard what Zhang Meng translated.

Zhang Meng was a little anxious at this time. He found that some of the handwriting was on the skeleton behind the ribs, which was a little difficult to see.

"I'll break this thing, A Meng, please step back a little." The fat man was anxious and pushed A Meng away and wanted to break the ribs that blocked his sight.

"Don't worry, don't mess around, this thing cannot be destroyed"

Zhang Meng was shocked. Maybe there were only these unique skeletons in this world. Even if they could not be taken out, Zhang Meng didn't want to destroy this thing at all.

Zhang Meng pushed the fat man away, then lay in front of the bone, and looked carefully at the handwriting behind the ribs. Fortunately, the words were engraved in huge numbers, and he could barely see them.

"The world is unified, and the Holy Emperor defeated Huangdi nine times in a row. The Jiuli clan is no longer able to compete with. The world is no longer satisfied with the Holy Emperor. What he wants is to achieve greater achievements. He wants to become a god in heaven, and he wants to live forever, like a god."

Zhang Meng translated this sentence for a long time before she translated it. The word "天天" represents a person with three heads and six arms. Zhang Meng had read an ancient book before, and the three heads and six arms represent an omnipotent person, that is, a god, and then she translated it.

"The gods? Is there still eternal life? Chiyou's tone is too big, right?"

The fat man said.

Zhang Meng continued to read: "Those who want to be a god must first cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and their emotions will not be disturbed by everything."

This paragraph seems to be a discourse similar to theology, and Zhang Meng translates it like a cloud and mist. After all, these are very rare terms. Sometimes, even a word Zhang Meng has to think about for a few minutes or even ten minutes before he can disassemble the word to determine its general meaning.

Later, Zhang Mengyu Qian stopped translating this paragraph of words. He continued to browse and found that there were no words on the skeleton of the giant.

Zhang Meng couldn't wait to walk to the next skeleton. He looked at the direction. If it was in order, the next paragraph should be connected to the giant skeleton.

“I stole our holy objects from where the gods lived…”

Zhang Meng looked at the shape of the holy object, but unexpectedly found that the holy object was carved on a huge bone on his chest, and it was shaped like a dragon and a snake. As soon as he saw it, he knew that this holy object was not an ordinary thing to the Jiuli tribe.

"Well, the title of the engraving seems to have been changed. According to your translation, it seems that the owner of the engraving is Chi You himself?"

Lai Zi said from the side.

"Yeah, it's possible."

Zhang Meng also noticed this change and continued to watch.

"For my longevity, the warriors of our clan have successively tried this kind of thing stolen from the gods. Countless warriors died one by one, and the strength of the Jiuli clan became extremely weak. I hate and I am unwilling to accept it."

I don’t know how long it took, but the five bones in the trench finally stopped moving, so Zhang Meng and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that there is no movement in these bones?"

The fat man carefully stretched out his finger and poked the cold bone, then immediately shrank back and stared at the thing. Only after confirming that the things had no further movements did they dare to go forward.

Zhang Meng and the others looked at the huge skeleton that was five or six people, and they didn't say anything for a long time.

"What the hell is going on?"

"It is very likely that it is the natural reaction of organisms. I remember an experiment before, which proves that people still have some instinctive reactions after death, because some nerves are attached to bones. If there is external factors stimulation, the corpse will make some strange movements."

Zhang Meng shook her head, but even he himself didn't believe this explanation.

These bones have been around for at least a thousand years now, right?

How could the nerves still exist for such a long time? Moreover, the strange kneeling and worshiping action was like a ceremony, which also made Zhang Meng and the others very uneasy.

"The shit reaction is obviously haunted."

Fatty, the vanguard who firmly believed in Chairman Mao's absurd ideas, decisively abandoned his beliefs.

"There are words on this bone"

Lai Zi suddenly said, pointing to one of the bones and said with excitement.

Zhang Meng and the others quickly pointed the flashlight at the bones and found that some of the huge bones of the bones were carved with deep scratches. Zhang Meng glanced carefully at the words and found that it was a kind of text similar to oracle bone inscriptions. Zhang Meng had also studied this kind of text, but it appeared relatively few times, and it was not very common even on the black market, so it was not studied deeply.

"How, can you translate these words?"

The fat man asked nervously.

"It should be possible"

Zhang Meng focused his mind and carefully read the words. Compared with the oracle bone inscriptions, he found that these words seemed to be a little older than the oracle bone inscriptions, but they seemed to have a different way of being the same as the oracle bone inscriptions. The words were represented by the shape of movements. Zhang Meng compared them with the oracle bone inscriptions and found that they could be basically translated.

Zhang Meng started to look from the skull, and he gestured a lot on his palm, then sorted out the order, and then translated the two people who were waiting for him:

"What we wrote here is a holy war. The Jiuli brothers Bl can summon wind and rain, and use gold as weapons. They are brave and good at fighting, and the eighty-one brothers are the most powerful in the world.

After the Holy Emperor Chiyou, led by the eighty-one brothers, unified the south, he took the number of Tianying and divided it into Jiuli.

The people have always been fierce. After defeating some of the technologies of the Huangquanjiao people, they have made rapid progress and become military barbarians that dominate the south. The people even transform themselves with their mechanisms, which is more suitable for war and begin to conquer other ethnic groups in the south. Under the command of the Holy Emperor, unification is just around the corner."

Zhang Meng roughly translated some of the myths and legends of the Jiuli tribe that he knew, and his understanding of those bone inscriptions.

The bone he saw seemed to record a general information, just like those ancient classics that specifically praised the emperor.

"There is really the existence of the Jiuli clan? Isn't that a race that only exists in myths?"

Although they had already vaguely confirmed that this tomb of God existed before, they were still shocked when they heard what Zhang Meng translated.
Chapter completed!