The crowd trudged forward again, and after turning a ridge, they saw some white bones one after another.

Zhang Fan looked at the ashes that had been weathered and turned into powder, and his inner uneasiness became more and more intense.

When we reached the small town, everything we saw was too shocking.

It was a huge pit of bones that sunken into the town.

Countless bones were piled up in there. Rather than saying this was a sacrificial ritual, it was more like a means of exterminating a race. Looking around, there were at least thousands or tens of thousands of corpses piled here.

Even though they have turned into bones after so many years, the shocking feeling has not diminished at all.

You can see that these bones are stacked on top of each other and are severely twisted. Some have even turned into powder and fragments, mixed in the soil and sand.

What is even more shocking is that there are not only adult leg bones here, but also some thin and weak bodies of children.

Zhang Fan squatted down and looked carefully. Some bones had very deep tear grooves on them, which meant they were broken by someone. There were also traces of being torn by friction from ropes, which meant they were hanged.

In some cases, blades were embedded in their leg bones at the moment of death, and many more were strangled to death.

Looking around, these people have no heads, but their bones are deeply buried underground. If it were not for crustal movement, earthquakes, etc., they would never be exposed to the world.

As for Mr. Jiang Hai and others, they were completely stunned.

Even Mr. Fei, who often works on archaeological projects and has done similar archaeological work countless times, showed a dull expression.

“This…this is going to kill so many people!”

With his mouth wide open, Mr. Fei found it difficult to breathe.

He seemed to be able to hear the wailing of the dead as the wind blew through the small town in the valley.

"This is not just a sacrifice. The emperor wants to create a kingdom of the dead to continue his powerful authority. Too many people will die because of this. And too many people will suffer pain that they should not have experienced because of the emperor's cruel methods!" Old Mr. Jiang Hai shook his head slightly and let out a long sigh.

Zhang Fan stood quietly at the edge of the pit. After using the Qi-gazing technique, he saw the scene at that time.

It was a gloomy and rainy day. The captives and civilians were driven from all directions into this big pit. There were children with marks from the ropes that had sunk into their flesh. The children were crying. But no one showed them even a glimmer of mercy!

All the people's heads were chopped off and then pushed into the big pit.

Thousands or tens of thousands, it is impossible to count them, those people died here, were buried with the dead, and were offered sacrifices to the heavens. They were like livestock, their lives were worthless.

"Let's go through!" Old man Jiang Hai sighed and walked forward.

"Every time I do this, I feel that even if the world doesn't agree with what I do, I still feel it's very noble."

Brother Chongzi curled his lips. He was originally a cynical person. His miserable experience made him cruel and twisted now.

Maybe he usually doesn't take pride in robbing other people's graves, but today, he feels that he should let that damn old emperor experience what it feels like to have his bones exposed to the sun and to be crushed to pieces.

Surprisingly, no one commented on Brother Chongzi's weird thoughts. Instead, there were heavy shadows in their eyes.

Among these mountains of corpses, perhaps there are his ancestors. This old emperor must be very angry.

"Master, there is a stone tablet at the end of the town."

Taoist Zijin was the calmest when facing these bones, because he was not as complicated as humans, who would be moved by the scene and would associate many things with it.

If this place was filled with purple-gold rats, he would be a little sad. But if he knew that these purple-gold rats were little creatures that were trying to steal his cultivation resources, he would definitely laugh heartily.

This is the happiness of Taoist Zi Jin, which is difficult for ordinary people to understand. It is also the reason why his cultivation is so fast, because he can give up everything, not be bound by the five constants of human ethics, and ignore the seven emotions and six desires.

Zhang Fan heard his voice, turned around and forgot about the past.

There is a huge stone tablet there, leaning against the wall of the mountain, covered with a layer of green rust. It is obvious that this stone tablet is not just carved from stone.

"Go and take a look! Maybe we can find some clues!"

Zhang Fan waved his hand and walked over there.

At this time, Nangong Manyun suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Zhang Fan... we can't go to that place! The mute told me... if we really come here, we must not get close to the stone tablet. Because the stone tablet is cursed, anyone who gets close will be hunted down by the ghost soldiers!"

Nangong Manyun's shout reached everyone's ears, causing those who were about to walk over to identify her to stop at the same time.

“Ms. Nangong! You are kidding me… It’s just a stone tablet. How can it be cursed or not? We are not here to go shopping. Can you please stop scaring me?”

Brother Chongzi yelled in dissatisfaction.

Nangong Manyun was very determined: "It's best not to get close, it will really kill people!"

"Don't talk nonsense... I'll go up and take a look first!"

Brother Chongzi took big steps and came to the stone tablet. His fingers touched the bronze rust on the stone tablet and his brows furrowed deeply.

"Something's wrong... Why do these green copper rusts look so familiar? How is this possible?!"

He looked shocked, as if he had seen something incredible.

"What did you find!"

Mr. Jiang Hai and others also approached and looked up and down at the contents on the stone tablet. It was written in the seal script of the Qin Dynasty. The writing style gave people a familiar feeling! It exuded an indescribable ancient flavor, as if everyone had seen it somewhere before.

"Do you remember that well?"

Brother Chongzi had cold sweat on his forehead: "The seal characters I found under the well are very similar to this font style. There is a huge monster trapped under that well! Could there be one here too?"

After hearing what Brother Chongzi said, the expressions of the people present changed.

He looked up and down at the unfamiliar seal characters on the stone tablet with a somewhat unpleasant expression.

"Can you read what this font means?"

Old man Jiang Hai asked!

Brother Chongzi shook his head: "It's different. Although the style of these fonts is small seal script, and they are made of the same bronze as the one under the well, the writing method of these fonts is actually not the Chinese characters we know. It is a very rare and very special totem font!"?