Realizing that there was someone at the bottom of the valley, we quickly stood up and looked around.
Shiry Yang ran a few steps forward and suddenly screamed.
I rushed forward and was so frightened by the sight in front of me that I trembled all over.
The flat and open ground was covered with bloodstains, and there was a pile of neatly arranged corpses lying not far from us.
The reason why they were so sure that they were a group of dead people was because their eye sockets were without exception empty and pitch black, their eyeballs had been gouged out a long time ago, and their faces were covered in blood, which was very scary.
A faint cry for help came from the pile of corpses, but it seemed like it was not there.
I stepped forward to check.
The fat man held the wrench and followed me to light the way.
We both listened quietly, but the cry for help never sounded again.
Except for a few of us living people, there were only bloody corpses on the ground.
There was blood foam on the ground, which was sticky and fishy.
"They died not long ago, and their blood has not dried yet.
Please be careful."
I raised my head and looked around.
There was only a faint blue gap left in the sky, and the heavy black iron soil seemed to be pressing down at any time.
Lao Cai lowered his head to look at the corpses and said to us with certainty: "The clothes they wore were exactly the same as those of the people in the camp.
Lao Hu's analysis was correct.
Not all of them were dead at all, and there were still people hiding underneath."
Unfortunately, the ruins were not safe either.
Although these people escaped being burned by wildfire, they still died at the entrance.
But the short-lived cry for help just now became a suspense that disturbed us.
"I guess he's dead."
The fat man walked around in a circle, raised his bloody boots and rubbed them hard on the rocks, "This place is too evil, let's leave quickly."
I pulled out the map, observed it for a while, and determined where we were.
It was roughly on the south outer wing of the ancient city.
It should have been a lookout.
The broken and decayed walls and stones everywhere fully demonstrated this.
"The corpses won't pile up on their own.
If they are lined up so neatly, there must be survivors underneath.
Let's make a point of recruiting.
These people are not good people."
I tried my best to look away and not pay attention to the corpses with their eyeballs removed. , leading everyone to climb over the collapsed buildings and move towards the inner city.
The ancient city of 100,000 square meters has given me a huge shock in terms of numbers.
Being in it makes me feel even more insignificant.
Lao Chuai jumped up to me and asked: "The place is so big, where to start looking?"
"It's hard to say.
You have to go to the main city first.
Judging from the current situation, Zhenku City suffered natural damage.
You see that the trench that runs from north to south and goes east to west should have been an irrigation canal or maybe a river before it dried up.
The diversion may be caused by natural weathering.
Didn't you see a lot of poplar branches sandwiched between the mud blocks on the ground?
In my opinion, it was mainly used to prevent wind and sand. " Shiry Yang simplified: "There are two places with sand, the money bank or the altar, both in the center of the town.
It is still unclear the extent of the damage.
It is difficult to predict natural disasters.
Maybe they have all been smashed."
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"Then let's walk faster.
To be honest, my legs have been numb since just now."
Only then did I notice Lao Chuai's sallow and depressed face.
He refused to let me check, and insisted: "Let's go, let's go wherever we go.
Even if I can catch a glimpse before I die, I am good enough.
I will leave all the family affairs to Brother Hu," he said.
Moving forward, he continued to crawl between the dilapidated buildings.
The fat man and I looked at each other and decided to find a safe place to knock him down later.
A patient should act like a patient.
After climbing over the collapsed observation tower, the stretching earth city wall appeared in front of everyone.
What is surprising is that time seems to have forgotten this deep underground city.
Except for some damage and weathering on the windbreak belt, the entire wall is strong and majestic. , revealing a sacred and inviolable majesty.
Shiry Yang climbed onto the ruins, looked at the city in the distance, pointed excitedly at the inscriptions on the wall and said: "Zhenku, we are here."
We rushed down the ruins and headed straight for the city wall.
When I got to the base of the wall, I discovered that there were no city gates around.
Everyone looked around for a while, but no one found the entrance.
Lao Cai asked: "Is the direction wrong?
The door may be on the other side."
The fat man said disapprovingly: "Where is the time to find the door leader?
Let's do our job well and dig in."
"This is the foundation below, let's say at least ten meters.
Find the entrance first.
If it doesn't work, then think of other methods."
I asked him to put away the shovel, and then started to observe the wall up close.
Judging from the map in our hands, the overall layout of the town library is basically consistent with the living customs of the Jingjue people.
They worship circular totems and have an inseparable relationship with desert civilization in their daily lives.
I looked up and found that the guardian beast on the wall was very similar to the reptiles in real life.
They both had triangular skulls, protruding sharp eyes, and thick and round bodies.
Because of its age, the surface of the statue has been covered with a dark layer of adhesion, making it difficult to estimate its original material.
Within sight, there are a total of four such statues, each about fifteen meters apart.
Following the snake god statue, there are several inscriptions carved on the walls.
I turned around and looked for Shiry Yang, asking her to translate.
Unexpectedly, her shouts suddenly came from the corner.
When I arrived, Fatty and Lao Cai were already standing behind her.
Shiry Yang raised his neck and pointed at the top of the earth wall.
I looked in the direction she was pointing and saw a shocking word in blood carved on the high and ancient wall.
The blood has not yet dried, and the handwriting is scrawled and messy.
I don’t know who it was or what method it used to carve it three or four meters high in the air.
Seeing this big word "escape", all of us were shocked.
The fat man pointed at the mark under the blood words with sharp eyes and said, "There is an arrow, pointing towards the south."
"Let's go and have a look."
I was full of doubts.
Judging from the posture in front of them, this group of people had already been to the ancient city.
In addition to those who stayed in the camp, a group of vanguard troops had already gone deep into the interior to conduct investigations.
They encountered a bloody disaster underground, and most of them were killed or injured.
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The bloody words on the wall were mostly signs left by survivors to contact their accomplices.
But why it was done in such a shocking way, I really can’t think of a reason.
Following the direction indicated by the arrow, we crossed the collapsed buildings again, hoping to find survivors to explain the many mysteries to us.
As I walked, I suddenly felt that the scenery in front of me was very familiar.
I couldn't help but slow down and look around.
"What's the matter?
I need to pee urgently."
The fat man also stopped.
"Don't you think it's a little weird?"
"What?"
He shrank his neck alertly, "There is something."
Shiry Yang and Lao Guai saw us talking and came over.
Seeing that they looked nervous, I could only say vaguely: "It's okay, keep walking.
Everyone, please pay attention.
There have been landslides in this area and there are many blind spots."
"Don't scare us."
The fat man breathed out and rubbed his chest.
"You can frighten dead people to life."
"Hey, you can't say this nonsense."
Lao Cai hurriedly covered the fat man's mouth, "We still have to talk about taboos.
Not to mention how many ghosts there are in this ancient city, just the people we saw who died violently are enough to be mysterious.
As he spoke, he suddenly looked around, lowered his voice, and continued in a very small voice, "It's really making a fuss, and we can't afford to walk around."
The fat man glanced at him and said disapprovingly: "Why didn't I see it?
You still believe this?"
"It is better to believe in the existence of ghosts and gods than in their non-existence.
Bodhisattvas from all walks of life will try their best to help you, and you will never be wrong."
Lao Guaicai touched his legs and said with a bitter smile, "I just don't know what it would be like if I became a ghost myself."
Seeing that he was getting sentimental, I quickly interrupted the topic and asked Shiry Yang where the south was.
She shrugged and said: "The outer city is not mentioned on the shroud.
I guess it may be their temporary gathering point.
But so many people have died, so let's prepare for the worst."
When a few of us climbed over the crumbling earth mound, a towering cliff suddenly appeared a hundred or ten meters away from us.
There was no road ahead.
I jumped off the ruins and couldn't help but be scared to death by the sight in front of me: after going around in a circle, we returned to the place where the eyeless corpses were piled up.
"Ghosts hitting the wall."
Shiry Yang looked around, raised his flashlight and slowly scanned the corpses, "Could it be that they are causing trouble?"
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but looking at the empty eye sockets at this time, I always feel that there is a strange smile on the faces of those cold corpses.
Standing behind the crowd, Lao Chuai suddenly shouted "Wow" and rushed towards me rolling and crawling.
I grabbed him.
Lao Chuai's face turned pale, he stammered and couldn't speak clearly, all he could do was squeeze my arm tightly.
"Someone, someone arrested me, I was arrested
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