After the immortal disappeared

There was a straw mat under the body of the deceased, and there were pieces of dry skin hanging on the skull, which looked 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 showed obvious burn 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 notebook.

Everyone watched with excitement as he opened the notebook. The words inside were densely packed and became more and more scrawled as they went to the back. The isolation of the sheepskin kept it well preserved, except for the yellowing and brittleness of the paper.

Then, I couldn’t understand it.

Everyone could only wait for the Imperial Master to translate, but Sun Fuping read slowly word for word, for fear of missing any useful information, and he also had to think while reading.

He Lingchuan couldn't hold it in any longer, so he went out 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's the suicide note left by the last person who buried his companion and 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 Grandmaster Zhu Gen until his 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 the strong wind army caused heavy losses to the entire team. 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. Run out of food."

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 can't get out will only die in the end." Sun Fuping turned over a page casually, "These days In the end, the Ba Ling 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 didn't want to be eaten, and wanted to resist, but was killed by Tao Bo and Yu Qingyuan. This person was very difficult to deal with, and Tao Bo alone couldn't handle it. Another period of time passed It was time for the two of them to bet on their luck, but Yu Qingyuan took the initiative to commit suicide and gave Tao Bo his last chance to survive."

The three of them were silent. They thought they were unable to survive for dozens of days in despair and fear, and then give up the last hope of survival.

"Tao Bo felt his great 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 think he was in any bad luck, "Should there be something useful written in the note?"

"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 handwritten notes are equivalent to a diary, recording what he has seen and heard on a daily basis, which is inevitably trivial. Sun Guoshi simply summed up the essence, "Zhu Gen made many assumptions about Panlong City and Dafanghu. As his disciple, Bo worked 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 big square pot, how could this illusion exist?

Nian Songyu's face suddenly turned very ugly: "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.

absurd! So they came here to die for nothing? Maotao wanted to retort, but she opened her mouth and was speechless. He Lingchuan murmured: "Is that really what happened?"

What else can you do here? "If we can't find a way out here, this illusion will be a dead end and a dead end!" Nian Songyu's eyes flashed, "There can be no such formation or secret realm in the world. This is unreasonable!"

There is also a chance of survival in the artificially arranged dead situation, even if the chance is slim, otherwise such a situation itself would not be possible. This is the basic law of this world, just like water flowing to a lower place and the sun rising the next day, there is no need to argue. Nian Songyu had learned magical powers and understood 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, peaceful and peaceful 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."