Under the blood monument engraved with Meng Tian's last words, we actually found numerous bones. Swallowing novel www. I put on my gloves, squatted down and carefully picked at the bones on the ground. The clothes were already rotten, and there were no weapons or other things buried with them.

, it is impossible to tell the identity of the deceased.

I shook my head in disappointment, and just when I was about to give up, I suddenly found that the white bones in my hand had a mark on the neck. My heart moved, and I carefully checked the pile of bones again, and found that almost all the bones on the neck were

Almost all of them have such marks. These scratches can be deep or shallow, some are like breaking the neck bone in two, and some are just a shallow scratch that cannot be seen if you don't pay attention.

Could it be that so many people committed suicide? I couldn't help but feel a little sad. There were at least one or two hundred people's bones in front of me. If so many people committed suicide, what could make so many people want to live and die? The reason why it is said to be suicide is because

These scratches all slope upward from the deceased's left shoulder to the right, ending at the throat. They don't look like they were massacred, but more like marks of suicide. If they were massacred, the knife marks should be slanting downward.

And it will leave marks on the collarbone.

"Professor Chen, these should all be..." I called to Professor Chen, wanting to confirm my judgment with him, but I saw him looking behind me in astonishment, as if there was something terrifying there.

I was stunned. Tana and the others should be standing behind me. There was no way something could come without making any noise. Just when I wanted to look back and see what made Professor Chen so panicked, I felt a strong force.

came and threw me straight to the ground.

My back felt like I had been shot with a shotgun filled with iron sand. It seemed like countless iron sands were hitting me. The pain was so painful that I almost suffocated. I opened my mouth involuntarily and wanted to moan, but I found that even

I can't even do such a simple action now. It turns out that in just a moment, I was buried in the sand, my mouth and nose were covered with gravel, and I felt the weight on my body getting heavier... Could it be that we, Lao Zhang,

I was about to be buried alive... I shuddered thinking about this - I knew the pain of being buried alive, and I struggled desperately.

"Ah!" I jumped up and shook the sand off my body with a loud shout. It was so dangerous! Fortunately, the sand and gravel on my body was not too thick, otherwise I would not have been able to escape the end of being buried alive. In the past three years of fighting upside down, I have not had any trouble.

It is rare for slaves to be buried alive and colleagues to be buried alive by mistake. Whether they end up as mummies or withered bones, the pain is still clearly visible even now, hundreds or thousands of years later. If there is anything in this world that I fear most, it is being buried alive.

.

After calming down my violent breathing, I looked around. The blood monument was still not far away from me, but the bones on the ground were buried by the sudden yellow sand, leaving only half of the stone monument standing abruptly on the sand.

The sky, which was clear and bright just now, has turned gray and depressed, but it is not as dull as it was before yesterday's heavy rain. It is just simply dark, as if the whole day has passed the moment I was buried.

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Professor Chen, Tana, Fang Cheng, and Lin Ling also emerged from the sand one by one, looking shocked. I guess the expressions on my face were not much better than theirs.

"What's going on? Why is there such a big wind and sand suddenly?" Lin Ling asked, patting the sand.

"I don't know either. I have never encountered such a situation since I grew up in the desert!" Tana replied with lingering fear.

Seeing that everyone was fine, I felt relieved and my thoughts became active. There was obviously something wrong with the sandstorm just now. The weather was sunny one second. There was no way there would be such a big sandstorm the next second. I'm afraid there was something wrong with it.

Dirty things. Could it be...

Thinking of this, I lowered my head and looked at the yellow sand under my feet. Underneath were the bones that had been buried again. Could it be that they didn't want us to disturb their sleep and were specifically warning us? The sky seemed darker, it was obviously morning*

The hour at 1 o'clock seems to be as dim as 6 or 7 o'clock in the evening, and it has a more creepy and gray meaning. The experience of the past few years tells me that things are not over yet...

Thinking of this, I felt a little heavy, so I walked over to Professor Chen and said, "Professor Chen, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this!"

"Well, what did you see?" Professor Chen paid great attention to my words and asked.

"It seems like something dirty has been encountered. What happened just now doesn't look like a natural phenomenon! Besides, look at the sky!"

"Could it be?" Professor Chen pointed to the ground and continued, "These... have turned into big rice dumplings?"

"Impossible, the skin and flesh are all rotten and it can't be turned into a big rice dumpling. It would be easier to handle if it were a big rice dumpling, just put on the black donkey's hooves. Today, I'm afraid it won't be that simple."

I was discussing with Professor Chen when Fang Cheng suddenly yelled, ran to me and crawled to my side, took my arm and said tremblingly: "Brother Tao, there is... there is a ghost!"

He gave me goosebumps all over my body. It’s not that I’m afraid of ghosts. We are in the business of touching gold. We pay attention to respecting ghosts and gods without fearing them. To put it harshly, if you don’t offend me, I won’t offend you. You have to find it.

If you don't feel comfortable, we guys are not afraid of you either! It's just that being hugged by a big man and shaking him in broad daylight made my hair stand on end. Forget it if she's a beautiful woman, what do you mean to a man like me?

I threw his hand away and said loudly: "What's wrong? If you have something to say, don't just talk about it!"

Fang Cheng stretched out his hand and grabbed my arm again, but I couldn't catch him for a moment. He said with a sad face: "I heard a ghost screaming, a lot of ghosts screaming!"

Hmm..., ghost noise? I had been talking to Professor Chen just now and didn't pay attention. When Fang Cheng said this, everyone became quiet. Even Fang Cheng's heavy breathing next to him could be clearly heard.

At first, I thought this kid was suspicious of a ghost. Unexpectedly, as soon as everyone calmed down, there was actually a strange sound spreading in the air... A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered. Could it be... that it was really a ghost?

Just as we listened carefully, the sound became louder and louder. The old sounds did not stop, but new sounds emerged, overlapping and overlapping, creating a terrifying atmosphere in our ears.

As the sound got louder and louder, and became more distinguishable, my face became serious. Killing, killing by thousands of troops... This is the most intuitive feeling I have for this ghost sound.

First there was the sound of “sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…” the sound of sharp objects whizzing away through the air, followed by screams, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The sound of flags waving, shouts, and uniform footsteps.

There was the crisp sound of metal hitting each other, a rough scream, and then the tooth-piercing sound of a sharp instrument rubbing against bones.

The sound of a sword striking leather was followed by a scream, and then something seemed to spurt out.

A sharp horse whistle sounded, and it was as if one could see the hoofs of war horses hoofing, and then there was the sound of trampling mixed with crying.

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"Pumping..." This is the sound of our heartbeats! That strange sound stopped at some point, and only our heavy breathing and violent heartbeats were left in the world.

The sky seemed to be getting darker, but the faint light still allowed us to see each other's faces clearly, both pale and covered with cold sweat.

"What...are these sounds?"

I don’t know who is speaking, it sounds so dry, pale and dull...

"I don't know..." I replied, my voice was surprisingly hoarse and jerky, as if something was blocking my throat.
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