Chapter 1390 Mummy

After careful exploration and exploration, I finally discovered a hollow wall inside.

The reason why I can be sure is that the sound returned by the wall after knocking is relatively hollow, so I can be sure that there must be a mezzanine inside!

Focusing his murderous intent on the blade, he swung the Odachi sword and slashed at the wall without hesitation.

The hard wall made of boulders could not block the sharpness of the Odachi equipped with combat skills. After a rapid sound, a large hole with a radius of one meter was cut out of the front wall.

As the wall was cut open, the mezzanine hidden inside finally revealed its true face.

I held the magic stone lamp and stepped into it. What hit me was not the dazzling light reflected by the treasure, nor the golden light diffused by the gold coins, but an indescribable unpleasant smell.

The smell is just like the stuffy fart suddenly emitted by a person who has been constipated for a week - it's eye-irritating!

I quickly exited the mezzanine and breathed in the air outside.

Although the air in Huangling is a bit dirty and dull, it is at least within the acceptable range. On the other hand, the air in the interlayer is simply a biochemical weapon.

"How stinky is this, can it smoke you out?" Odachi said happily at the side.

"You'll know if you go and smell it," I said unhappily, covering my nose.

"I'm sorry, the knife has no nose and can't smell the smell you mentioned, hahahahaha."

It smiled even more.

The spirit of the dead Taoist friend and the immortal poor Taoist was brought into full play by the Odachi.

After covering my nose and resting for more than ten minutes, I put my hand down from my nose and took a few sniffs. I found that the air around the interlayer was also mixed with some unpleasant smells, but fortunately there was less of it and it did not affect my breathing.

After hesitating for a moment outside the mezzanine, he gritted his teeth and went in again holding the magic stone lamp.

This time, the strange smell that hits my face is much less, at least when I breathe, I don't feel like I have fallen into a cesspit.

Under the illumination of the magic stone lamp, I saw everything around me clearly. Not only did I frown slightly, but I also felt an indescribable mood.

What appeared in front of me was not treasure, jewelry, or gold coins, but withered bones.

There are hundreds of these dead bones, piled densely together.

Almost all of these dead bones had skin and flesh, but due to the passage of time, the skin and flesh had weathered and dried up, clinging tightly to the white bones, turning into skinny mummies.

These mummies have different shapes. Some have their mouths wide open, as if they are wailing in pain, some have their fingers spread out, as if they are making a death struggle, and some are pushing hard on another person who is pressing on him, as if they are trying to escape. Squeezing out of the crowd.

Their shapes are different, but their moods are the same. Pain, struggle, distortion, resentment, and almost all negative emotions can be found on the faces of these mummies.

Although they could no longer make any sound at this moment, I still seemed to be able to hear their helpless wails when they died in my mind.

"Damn it, this is hell!"

The voice of Odachi sounded in my mind.

"Yes, this is hell." I walked around the pile of mummies, looking at the expressions of each mummy, and feeling the despair and pain of each mummy before death.

"Once upon a time, when these mummies were still humans, they were all of different races. Look here, this ordinary mummy is from the human race, this mummy with the pointed ears is from the elf, and this one is from the goblin. , this one belongs to goblins, this one belongs to dwarves, and here, this one belongs to orcs. None of these people died in pain and despair. I can’t imagine how terrible they went through when they were dying. It’s painful, but I can be sure that this place is hell for them!”

"There is a question," Odachi said: "Why were they killed here?"

"I don't know." I shook my head and said, "Maybe they were used for burial, or maybe the craftsmen who built the mausoleum, in order to prevent the tomb from being stolen, disposed of them together when they finished building the mausoleum."

"Isn't this something only an emperor with inflated desires would do?" Odachi said.

"Besides the emperor, who else could be so laborious and mobilized to build a mausoleum?" I asked.

Odachi paused and said, "Maybe you are right."

"Why, do you sympathize with humans?" I asked.

"It's impossible to sympathize with humans," Odachi said, "at least not now."

"Then why is your tone so low?"

"Seeing these mummies, I thought of our compatriots who were buried deep in the tombs and may never see the light of day."

"You mean, those knives that were used as funerary objects?" I asked.

"More than just swords," Odachi said: "Any weapon, in my opinion, is my compatriot."

"That's too bad," I said, "I used you to destroy many enemy weapons, forcing you to kill many of your own compatriots. I apologize for that."

"You don't need to apologize for this," Odachi said: "After all, you are my user. If I cause you trouble in order to protect your compatriots, I will be even more embarrassed."

"Eh? So that's what you think?" I couldn't help but said, "I didn't expect you to have a conscience."

"Discourteous! You brat!" Odachi retorted: "What does it mean to be conscientious? I am Leopold's Blade with noble sentiments!"

Listening to Odachi boasting, I continued to observe the pile of mummies.

After looking at each mummy, I couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong with you? Are you sad for the death of your compatriots?" Odachi couldn't help but ask.

"No," I said, "I just looked around. Before these people were thrown here, all the fatal parts of their bodies were injured. Some were on the head and neck, some on the chest, and some on the abdomen. In short, no A person was thrown here in a good condition, but what kind of person would be thrown into a place like this while dying?"

Odachi thought for a while and said: "Perhaps, as you said, they were either buried with him or the craftsmen who built the tomb."

"Which is more likely?" I asked.

"We can't be sure about this," Odachi said, "If they carry tools or something with special significance, I can help you judge."

I shook my head slightly and sighed: "Unfortunately, the skin and flesh of these people have completely dried up and solidified, and they can no longer look like they used to."

"What do you see their hands doing?" Odachi asked.

"If they are craftsmen, there must be a lot of cocoons in specific positions."

"What if they are the ones buried with you?"

"There are only two possibilities for the people buried with him. One is the closest person to the king during his lifetime, and the other is a slave. The former will not have any calluses on his hands, while the latter's hands are covered with various calluses, which are easy to identify. ,only"