This incident immediately alarmed everyone. Suonan Jiancuo and his men all ran over. Kelsang Medo covered her chest. Li Neng asked her what was going on. Kelsang Medo couldn't explain clearly for a while.
She felt something grab her foot and pull her shoe off her foot.
The people under Suonan Jiancuo also became nervous, because as they walked deeper, they also found that the silence of this forest was abnormal. Everyone's nerves were tense. Once any accident happened, it would make people feel like they were there.
The enemy. Two Tibetans in the team also had Tiantie armors on them. They thought that these things were to ward off evil spirits, so they immediately took out the armors from their clothes.
This time, even Song Kun didn't speak, because not long ago he was scolding Mustache for talking nonsense, but he didn't expect an accident to happen so soon.
"Dig it up and take a look." Mustache looked at the leaf litter that had been trampled down by Gesangmei Duo.
Xiaozi and Jinpu Awang found tools and started digging. The surrounding area was very loose, and a piece of it was stepped on by Xiaozi. They could not start digging directly from the center, but could only dig from both sides. Suonan Jiancuo looked at Xiaohu
Huzi and the others took action and asked Song Kun to bring two people to help without looking back. However, Song Kun stood motionless and said that this was not their business and there was no need or reason to help.
"Song Kun!" Suonan Jiancuo frowned, there was nothing he could do against this man.
"Suonan, let me say it again, this is not our business. Even if you call Su Ri, I won't do what I shouldn't do."
Suonan Jiancuo is indeed powerless against Song Kun. This kind of people are used to being wild. In addition, Su Ri is not as poisonous as Yin Shenlian, so there is no way to really suppress these people. The reason why people like Song Kun have stayed in the organization is because
They could make a lot of money from their usual business and adventures, and Su Ri would step in to smooth things over if any troubles were discovered. Otherwise, they would have given up long ago.
The scene suddenly became very awkward. Only Jinpu Ngawang with the mustache was immersed in digging, while the others stood aside and watched. Although there were a few people following Suonan Jiancuo in the team, Suonan Jiancuo was a little angry and directly
I took the tools and worked with Mustache and the others myself.
The leaf litter was easy to dig. After a few people worked for a while, they dug down to the center where Kelsang Medo had collapsed. The rotten leaves and soil were mixed together, revealing the shoes that Kelsang Medo had left behind. At this time, they
I could see clearly that the laces of the shoes were caught by a large lump of rust.
"Damn! It's this thing that caught the shoelaces!" Song Kun looked on and cursed: "That bitch screamed and made people jump."
"Keep your mouth clean!" Gesangmedo suddenly blushed.
Suonan Jiancuo turned his head and frowned at Song Kun. The latter closed his mouth, but his eyes glanced back and forth on Gesang Meiduo dishonestly, showing a very lewd smile, and then whispered to the people around him,
He knew at a glance that they were not good words. Gesangmedo bit his lips, ignored them, and ran to the dug pit.
The rust in the pit vaguely resembled a short knife. Only the handle was relatively well preserved, but the blade was completely unrecognizable. The short knife was very heavy. It weighed about forty or fifty pounds. Even if the rust was thrown away, the knife itself was still intact.
It weighed thirty kilograms, and was used by people with strong arms. Mustache threw the knife up, and the people around him saw that it was just a ball of rust, and immediately lost interest.
Gesangmei Duo struggled to turn over the rust. She wiped off some dirt and rust on the handle of the knife. She immediately lost her unhappiness and screamed excitedly. The handle of the knife was inlaid with a piece of very good quality granny smith.
Green, the passage of time has not taken away the color and brilliance of the gem itself.
"How much can this be sold for?" Gesangmeduo asked Li Neng next to him as he excitedly tried to pry the gem off the handle.
"Ten, ten, hundreds, hundreds of thousands, oh! I, I, I, I**..."
Before Li Neng finished speaking, Song Kun and another person rushed from behind and hit him under the pit. Song Kun raised his hand to snatch the rusty knife from Gesang Meiduo's hand.
"We found this first!" Gesangmei Duo was not as strong as them, but she felt angry and aggrieved. She desperately held the rusty knife in her arms: "None of you helped when digging this knife, now come here
Steal our things..."
"Let go! You slut!" Song Kun opened Gesang Meiduo's hand, pushed her back, and grabbed the heavy dagger. He turned the knife head and told the people behind him that this time he had gained a little.
A piece of emerald can be sold for a good price. This thing is just a gem, not a cultural relic left by the ancient Qiang people. After selling it and dividing it privately, Suonan Jiancuo can't say anything.
Song Kun was spitting and Xingzi was talking energetically. Mustache jumped out from under the fallen leaf pit without saying a word. Song Kun had some abilities, but Mustache's movements did not allow him to dodge. Mustache grabbed Song Kun's wrist with one hand.
The other hand pulled out the collar.
This slap was very hard. Song Kun had a strong body and strong strength, but Mustache grabbed his collar with one hand and couldn't get away. The slap hit Song Kun's face hard, and there was a clear slap in the face.
The sound echoed through the forest immediately. This slap directly tilted Song Kun's head, several teeth became loose, and blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Damn! It's the other way around!" Song Kun's mouth was bleeding, and he was a little dizzy from the slap. He shook his head vigorously, used his hands and feet together, and tried desperately to struggle. His mustache stood motionless, with one hand like
A pair of pliers, always tightly controlling Song Kun.
Several people behind Song Kun reacted immediately, and took out all their weapons. Only Li Neng had a gun in his hand. Suonan Jiancuo hurriedly climbed up, and his mustache looked at those who raised their guns indifferently.
The hand holding Song Kun's collar suddenly moved to his neck.
Immediately afterwards, Song Kun was slowly lifted up with one of Mustache's hands around his neck. Those who raised the guns were stunned because they knew how much weight it would take to lift a man weighing more than 100 kilograms like this.
Power, this kind of scene is almost impossible to see in reality.
Mustache stood so firmly, with one hand stuck on Song Kun's neck. Song Kun was almost suffocating. He was trying hard to break Mustache's hand with both hands, his legs were kicking back and forth, and his eyes slowly protruded from his sockets.
came out.
The few people behind Song Kun were shocked. Although they still held their guns, their momentum was obviously weakened. No one shouted at the top of their lungs anymore. Suonan Jiancuo crawled out of the pit and said good things next to his mustache.
Mustache said nothing until Song Kun was about to be stuck, then he glanced at Suonan Jiancuo, then withdrew his gaze and stared at Song Kun: "Save some face for Su Ri this time, there will be no next time
.”
He let go of his hand, and Song Kun fell to the ground with a bang. He covered his neck with both hands, gasping for air and coughing, tears bursting from his cough. The people behind him quickly put away their guns and helped him up. Mustache looked as if nothing had happened.
He picked up the rusty knife that was thrown on the ground and pried the emerald off the handle. This gemstone was inlaid on the weapon and was a decoration and a status symbol, but it had no research value.
He handed the gem to Gesangmei Duo and looked at her. His eyes, which had been indifferent and expressionless just now, seemed to be melted by a ray of sunlight. There was an indescribable softness in this look, saying,
There was no warmth left. Gesang Meiduo held the piece of emerald blankly. The anger and grievance in his heart, as well as a little bit of tears overflowing from his eyes, were all wiped away by the softness and warmth in Mustache's eyes.
They originally thought that this forest was lifeless, but as they walked along, they didn't know where to start. The little accident that happened to Kelsang Meiduo was just the entry point. Li Neng and Jinpu Ngawang were guarding it, with mustaches.
Then they searched under the pit. Song Kun was almost beaten to death by Mustache. He was more or less frightened and became more honest. Suonan Jiancuo and his men also started digging nearby.
**The layer of soil mixed with fallen leaves and soil was easy to dig, but they continued to dig for almost four hours. What Mustache said was accurate. This was a disguised corpse dump. There were countless people buried under the soil.
There is a mutilated corpse. This is not a battlefield, but a very fierce and large number of people fighting took place. The fighting resulted in the death of many people, who were buried here.
"What is this place?"
The fight was very brutal, as if they were two groups of enemies with deep hatreds and mutual hatred. A long time had passed, and even the bones left by the rotting corpses wished they could rot into dregs. Many corpses were entangled together, and the wounds on their bodies were all visible.
.In addition to corpses, most of them are weapons. Occasionally, you can also dig up some magic weapons used by Lute wizards in the ancient Ben period.
The identity of the two fighting parties needs rigorous research, but looking at these, Mustache can't help but think of some murals he saw in the Dark Night Temple. After the fall of the six-fingered god, the followers of the collapse have faintly appeared.
The camp was completely divided, some people were driven away, and the victorious part became the masters of the religion.
It is impossible for the mural to completely restore those histories, but it is conceivable that that kind of struggle will never be as simple and easy as the mural depicts. Once the conflicts arising from power and belief break out, it will be devastating.
Did this fight take place in the ancient religion that collapsed? From the Ice Age to Mulacso, centuries or even more may have passed, and the battle is not over yet?
In a struggle that has lasted for centuries or even longer, apart from hatred, there must be other important factors. Naturally, two words popped up in Mustache's mind: holy weapon.