Of course, Tsoka Yonglie spent his days in the stone cellar like years.
The total amount of light that the sun and moon shine into in a day is less than two hours. Most of the time is in the dank and dark underground. After two or three days in there, I have already developed mental problems. I often hear voices coming from the stone cellar.
Whispers and the sound of wind coming from the central stinking pool.
He thought it was an exit, so he tried to dive in to investigate. As a result, the water had an unusual stench. Even if he didn't breathe, it made his head hurt. After diving in, he discovered that the bottom of the pool was a well.
It was pitch black, and he felt like he was falling as soon as he went down. He swam up desperately and touched the mouth of the well, until he was almost suffocating and was able to escape. During the process, he did hear those whispering voices, but that was
If you listen carefully, the sound is more like the sound of a mouse grinding its teeth!
On the fourth day, water for soaking dead people was poured into the stone cellar, and all of it was poured into the stinking pool under the sun. The smell of dead people's rotting grease immediately caused the water surface of the stinking pool to explode, and two lines of water jumped out.
A strange fish with a big mouth and four legs, its dagger-sized fangs are extremely sharp, and its egg-sized eyes have a layer of white film. Tsoka Yonglie felt that this strange fish had lived under a dark, smelly pool for a long time, and its eyes
It has long since degenerated and relies entirely on smell and sound.
After all, Tsoka Yonglie was the king of the vassal states and a brave and skillful general who led the troops. In the following days, he lived by eating fish, but until one day, the Gusu family suddenly became extremely quiet. He felt that it must be
Something bad happened.
He felt that he was on the verge of death, so he bit his finger and wrote this suicide note made of fish skin. He guessed that there should be a secret room underground in the Gu Su family, but more and more water was accumulated, and he could not
The cycle becomes stinky over time.
Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes. Is there any connection between the secret chamber under the ancient Su clan and the secret chamber in the Burmese ancient tomb?
The last ones left were the people of Wuxian Kingdom and the monarch of Wuli Kingdom, Cuoka Yonglie.
When I raised my head, I found that Wang Huizhen and Fei Long were stunned and staring at me with astonished eyes. I was shocked by them.
"Hey? Why are you looking at me like this?" I said in a questioning tone.
Wang Huizhen tucked her hair behind her ears and said, "Brother Guo, what kind of writing is this? Why can't I understand it?"
Hearing her say this, I was suddenly a little surprised. Such a large treasure city belongs to your Wang family, ranging from bronzes of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, to all kinds of antiques from the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. The knowledge here is so profound, Yin
The oracle bone inscriptions from the Shang Dynasty are somewhat remote and idiosyncratic, but they are not incomprehensible to the Wang family.
I looked at Wang Pailong. Unexpectedly, Wang Pailong looked at me with surprise, which made me confused. He said: "Brother Guo Xian, I can't understand it either. This text is indeed the same as the oracle bone inscriptions of the Shang Dynasty."
It's similar, but it's not the same kind of writing. What can be seen on it are the characters "witch" and "guo", which reminds me of the name of an ancient country, which is Wu Xian Kingdom. That's why I and Dianlong thought that this leather scroll should be
It records the events of Wuxian Kingdom, and this text should also be written by Wuxian Kingdom. I don’t know if there is any connection between Wuxian Kingdom and Xiandi’s Wu Burial Sect.”
After hearing what he said, I looked carefully at the writing on the leather scroll. Sure enough, there were some differences from oracle bone inscriptions. I couldn't remember the name of this writing, but my grandfather taught me it, because the name of this writing was no longer memorable to me.
Maybe grandpa never told me, so I subconsciously classified it as an oracle bone inscription.
