There was a straw mat under the body of the deceased, and there were pieces of dry skin hanging on the skull, which made him look particularly hideous.
"The skeleton seems to be very complete."
Nian Songyu also jumped down and took a closer look. Suddenly his face changed color: "It's complete, but not all in its original position."
He pointed to the hands and feet of the deceased, which were still covered with soil: "Pull out the soil."
At this time, He Lingchuan could only obey the instructions honestly.
After digging it out, everyone let out a long sigh.
"He was eaten too?!"
Several bones had obvious burns and knife marks.
"Eat first and then bury him?" It was Nian Songyu's turn to wonder, "What's so special about this person?"
"Here!" Mao Tao happened to dig up the soil on the other side of the tomb and found that the deceased was holding something in his hand.
When I took it out, I saw it was a lambskin package.
Even though Sun Fuping was experienced, his heartbeat could not help but speed up at this moment.
Finally one step closer to the answer.
He unwrapped the sheepskin with his own hands, and there lay a manuscript.
Everyone watched with excitement as he opened the manuscript. The words inside were densely packed and became more scrawled toward the back. The isolation of the sheepskin kept it well-preserved, except for the fact that the paper was yellow and brittle.
Then, I couldn’t understand it. I couldn’t understand it.
Everyone could only wait for the National Master to translate, but Sun Fuping read slowly word for word, for fear of missing any useful information, and he had to think while reading.
He Lingchuan couldn't hold it in any longer, so he went outside to take a quick drink from his headache. When he came back, he happened to catch up with Sun Fuping, who raised his head to drink water.
"Master, what is written in the letter?" He pointed at the grave bag, "Did this dead man write it?"
"No, it was the suicide note left by his companion who buried him and the last member of the Baling expedition team." Sun Fuping said slowly, "This person is Zhu Gen's disciple Tao Bo."
"This handbook records the process from when he took over the mission from Master Zhu Gen until the entire army was almost annihilated. They found the entrance to the illusion in front of the temple in the desert city, triggering the Wild Sand Season in advance, but then they were attacked by resentful spirits.
.Especially because of the strong force of the Gale Army, the entire team suffered heavy losses. Only five people escaped here, and the resentful spirits did not pursue them again."
"I won't go into details about the process before this. We have all experienced it. The focus is on the future: after they entered the illusion, they failed to achieve their goals. They found neither the big square pot nor the exit. The water they brought in continued to be consumed, and finally the material was lost.
All food is gone."
Sun Fuping spoke slowly and carefully, not just to help the three of them solve their puzzles, but to slowly digest and ponder the content himself.
"This place looks peaceful and peaceful, but in fact it is no different from the desert. It only lacks the severe cold and heat, but it is not suitable for life. Those who cannot get out will only die in the end." Sun Fuping opened a page casually, "These days
In the end, the Baling people were deprived of water and food, and had no choice but to eat their companions. Of course, the victims were determined by drawing lots. We have already seen their bodies in Chen's house."
Nian Songyu asked curiously: "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 together. This person was very difficult to deal with, and Tao Bo alone could not handle it. Another period of time passed
At the end of the day, it was time for the two of them to gamble on their luck, but Yu Qingyuan took the initiative to commit suicide, giving Tao Bo his last chance to survive."
The three of them were silent. They thought they couldn't do such a thing after surviving for dozens of days in despair and fear, and then giving up the last hope of survival.
"Tao Bo felt his high righteousness and erected this tomb for him. He also left his notes together and gave them to those who came after him."
Maotao smiled bitterly: "It's just us unlucky ghosts."
"Be careful." Nian Songyu didn't feel that he was unlucky. "There should be something useful written in the note, right?"
"Relying on food, water and companions, he lived in the illusion for more than sixty days. He searched the inside and outside of Panlong City several times and went to the wilderness several times. However, there are many people thirty miles outside the city. No matter how far you go from the border, you can't get out." Tao Bo's handwriting is equivalent to a diary, recording his experiences and experiences day by day, which is inevitably trivial. Sun Guoshi simply summed up the essence, "Zhu Gen made many assumptions about Panlong City and Dafang Hu. As his disciple, Bo tried hard to prove it here, but failed. In the end, he even gave up looking for the big square pot, just hoping to find a way to escape."
"Of course he also understands that the two are basically the same thing."
"The biggest problem in living in this illusory city is that we don't know where to start, and countless attempts have ended in failure. When Yu Qingyuan also died and he was the only living person in the entire city, Tao Bo was confused for several days. A thought suddenly came to my mind: Could it be that the reason why I can’t find the big square pot is because it’s not here at all?”
The three of them were stunned: "What do you mean?"
Without the large square pot, how could this illusion exist?
Nian Songyu's face suddenly turned bad: "You mean, we are looking 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 Fuping said slowly, "Without war, people would not reward the gods, and the gods would naturally Wouldn’t a large square pot be given for use in war!”
War is the beginning of all subsequent tragedies.
Without war, of course there would be no big square pot.
Ridiculous! Then they came here in vain to die? Mao Tao wanted to refute, but opened her mouth and was speechless. He Lingchuan murmured: "It seems like that's really what happened?"
What else can we do here? "If we can't find a way out here, this illusion will be a dead end!" Nian Songyu's eyes flashed, "There can't be such a formation or secret realm in the world, it's inappropriate Heaven’s law!”
There is also a way to survive in a man-made death situation, even if the chance is slim, otherwise such a situation would not be possible. This is the basic law of this world, just like water flowing downwards, the sun will rise the next day, no need Debate. Nian Songyu has learned magical powers and understands their principles deeply.
"So, why does this world of Panlong City exist?" Sun Fuping shook the notes in his hand, "As a direct disciple of Grandmaster Zhu Gen, Tao Bo put forward a conjecture. Who do you think would like Panlong City in this period?"
like?
The three of them looked at each other, and He Lingchuan asked tentatively: "Everyone?"
Who wouldn’t like a peaceful and prosperous paradise that is not troubled by war?
"Yes, everyone! All the people who have lived and died on this land, their ideal home should look like this. That's why Da Fang Hu built it for them according to the resentful soul's vision during his lifetime.
Such a world!" Sun Fuping continued, "Tao Bo even suspected that the existence of this illusion has been beautified and processed, and is far better than any time in the history of Panlong City, so that the resentful souls will stay here with peace of mind."