Chapter 55 The Non-Existent Big Square Pot

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 toward 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 National Master to translate, but Sun Fuping read slowly word for word, for fear of missing a little bit of useful information, and he 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 Patriarch Zhu Gen until the entire 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 because of the strong force of the Gale Army, the whole team suffered heavy losses. 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. All food is gone.”

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 cannot get out will only die in the end." Sun Fuping opened 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, they chose their victims by drawing lots. We have already seen their bodies in Chen's house."

Nian Songyu wondered: "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 gamble 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. Living in despair and fear for dozens of days and giving up the last hope of survival was something they thought they couldn't do.

"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 Panlong City several times and went to the wasteland 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 notes are equivalent to a diary, recording his experiences on a day-to-day basis, which is inevitably trivial. Sun Guoshi simply summarized the essence, "Zhu Gen made many assumptions about Panlong City and Dafanghu. As his disciple, Bo tried hard to prove it, but 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 expression suddenly turned bad: "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 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 we do here? "If we can't find a way out here, this illusion is a dead end!" Nian Songyu's eyes flashed, "There can't be such a formation or secret realm in the world, this is unreasonable!"

There is also a way out in the dead end arranged by humans, even if the chance is slim, otherwise such a situation cannot be made. This is the basic law of this world, just like water flows to the lower place, and the sun rises the next day, there is no need to argue. Nian Songyu has learned magical powers and understands it well.

"So, why does this Panlong City world exist?" Sun Fuping shook the notes in his hand, "As the direct disciple of Master Zhu Gen, Tao Bo put forward a conjecture. Who do you think will like Panlong City during this period?"

Like?

The three looked at each other, and He Lingchuan asked tentatively: "Everyone?"

Who can not like a paradise outside the Great Wall that is not troubled by war, quiet, peaceful and rich?

"Yes, everyone! The ideal homeland in the minds of all those who have lived on this land, alive or dead, should look like this. Therefore, Dafanghu created such a world for the resentful souls according to their visions before they died!" Sun Fuping continued, "Tao Bo even suspected that the existence of this fantasy world has been beautified and processed, and is far better than any time in the history of Panlong City, so the resentful souls will feel at ease to stay here."