Daomu Biji

This is a very long mountain road. I should have kept the story short, but along the way, Fatty still kept making insinuations.

This ghostly figure was completely unprepared. I soon learned that it wasn't because he was defenseless against us, but because he simply didn't think we could get out alive.

The fat man asked a few more important questions at that time. The first one was about lynx. The fat man first asked him: Are these lynxes raised for food?

The ghostly man answered yes. He used to work as a spy and learned many methods of domesticating animals. There are very few hunters in this mountain, so there are particularly many lynxes.

These lynxes were all raised by him. There are already a lot of them now. Lynx are very intelligent and understanding of human nature. He used the method taught by the special agent company at that time and tried it out. Found a way to tame lynx.

Lynx are very strong and very fast. He is very good at climbing trees and swimming. He used these lynxes to kill many people, including many hunters who came here.

The second question is about Panma. The fat man asked him about Pan Ma's condition, but he just smiled and said nothing, saying that he was probably dead.

Panma had informed him when we first entered the village. But he didn't know what happened next.

I knew he was hiding something, but I didn't dare to ask any more questions, and I was speechless all the way. After walking for less than a cup of tea, we came to an overgrown area, where we could see a lot of equipment and tent debris in the mud.

At first glance, it looked like a campsite that had been abandoned for a long time. This was the outpost where the Ghost People and the others entered the ancient building.

We rested inside for a while, and the ghostly man took us into a simple shack leaning against the rock.

The fence was completely rotted, and it was only the vines on it that were wrapped around it that kept it from collapsing. We bent down and went in, and immediately saw several mummies inside, completely entangled in vines. The body was covered with a layer of something similar to dried mud.

All of these people were dead when they were dragged out. Those who were soaked to death by strong alkali would not rot even after they died. They were all done.

Saying that, the ghost man reached in. He groped around several mummies and broke off a piece of something from their bodies.

Really break up. Because the thing seemed to be a scale that had grown together with the corpse. After breaking it off, the ghost man shook it, and the scabbed mud on the thing fell off, revealing its true appearance.

It's a cloth bag.

This guy is a very powerful tomb robber just like you. He just had a bad time. This cloth bag was always a treasure to him during his lifetime. There are many tools in it. Maybe you can use it.

The ghost man said.

After saying that, he reached into the mud in front of the body and dug a few times. When he lifted it, the cover that was woven together with the mud was lifted up, and a cave leaked out. right here.

I put my head down and touched it, and found that the wall of the cave was made of stone slabs, and I knew it was correct.

This cave entrance is the same as the one I walked through back then, only it's much smaller.

Some holes are for walking, and some holes are for walking other things, the ghost man said. When you go in, you will definitely see a lot of Miloduo. I don't understand the principles of the mechanisms inside.

but. There is a trick - you have to find a very special shadow. This Milotuo is different from the others. In front of this shadow, one can use this.

He took out a kettle from his pocket and said, There is kerosene in it. Pour the kerosene on the ground in front of Milo Tuo, and the direction of the oil will tell you the next route.

What's the difference? I asked.

I don't know, this is different every time. But I can guarantee that after you see this Miloduo, you will immediately feel something strange. That kind of difference is very strange.

After saying that, the ghost man patted me and said, Just take care of yourself. Don't come out alive.

The ghost man left immediately after speaking. It felt strange to leave us in the shack.

He didn't return the gun to me. Fatty said depressedly. Fat Master, I managed to get her here with great difficulty. Damn it. I already have feelings for you.

He's going to give you a gun, what will you do?

I immediately broke his legs and roasted the lynx and ate it.

That person is right. Do you think he is stupid? I said, But he also has a conscience. He took away the weapons and gave us things.

As the fat man spoke, he opened the cloth bag that the ghost man gave me and spread out all the contents on the ground to see what was there.

There are several corpses nearby that make people shudder. Looking at their relics next to these corpses still has this view. I don’t think it is particularly polite.

But when I saw the things inside, I was attracted to it - I didn't recognize many of the things poured out of it. The fat man's face was half puzzled and half excited.

I asked him how he was doing, and he picked out an arm-long iron needle from those things and threw it to me. I picked it up and looked carefully. The entire long needle was covered with black paint. I don't know how it was handled, but there was no sign of paint peeling off at all.

Under the flashlight, the long needle appears to have a non-metallic texture, but judging from its weight, it must be a metal object.

The needle is very sharp, and there are some patterns in the middle to increase friction. If you look closely, you can see six ancient seal characters on one side of the needle.

This is a small tool used by ancient pickpockets, used to pry open some very delicate jewelry boxes - insert this iron needle into the lock seam, and then pry it open with force. These jewelry boxes are usually made of tin and are very difficult to break.

At the same time, this thing can also be used to destroy brick walls that are not particularly strong. It is forged using a sword-making process. In the center of the needle, there is a slightly curved copper core, which is very hard.

I bought a few before, but there were very few people who knew the goods, and it was too difficult to get rid of them, so I ended up playing with them myself.

These corpses were carrying these things, and it seemed that these were gadgets they were accustomed to using.

These corpses must have been powerful in their early years, but they died tragically without explanation. They have been lying here for decades, which makes me feel a little bit of the final sadness of Liangshan.

Dying for other people's wishes reminded me of Pan Zi, and I felt uncomfortable in my heart. I felt that it was a mistake to call him here. I wonder how they are doing now.

Guilt is a very bad emotion. I actually understand that many emotions arise not for others.

Do I really care about Panzi's safety? Maybe I just don't want to feel guilty. If Pan Zi came with his own purpose (whether it is to seek money or to realize some of his ideas), would I be so worried?

I don’t think so. “Everyone is already prepared for their own ending from the beginning.” This is my mentality.

To a certain extent, I'm already a complete tomb robber at heart, and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

The bodies were dry and cracked, making it difficult to detect the cause of death.

The Ghost Man said before that the deaths of many people here are very strange, and it is impossible to speculate on the cause of death one by one. If you are stagnant because of seeing the corpse, then there is no need to go in.

Fatty sorted everything into categories. I didn’t know how to use many of them. They were all small pieces, and there were also some fire discounts - I have a good impression of these things.

There are also some button-like things made of animal armor and worn with wire. The ghost man said that these things are useful. I didn’t dare not believe it, so I asked the fat man to put these away. In case we die too, these Things can also benefit later generations.

There were a few things in the scraps that particularly interested me, and they were a few strange trinkets made by flattening coins.

I just thought it was funny when I saw it before, but the ones I saw this time were a little different. I found something wrapped in this aluminum-platinum trinket. When I opened it, I found it was a pill. I smelled it and it turned out to be gunpowder.

This is a homemade flare. After the gunpowder burns and the aluminum platinum is ignited, it will produce a very bright light. Although the time is short, it can illuminate a large area in a short time.

These are good things, I said to myself. I put all these away, put the gun on my back, and urged the fat man to enter the stone tunnel. To be continued