Yao Shu picked up the skull closest to her, placed it properly, and said, "Dead bones wouldn't have such a strong smell. There must be something else behind it."
Faced with the pile of human bones, Qian Chang asked, "But how are we supposed to get across? What if they come back to life and come after us if we step on them?"
"You can step over it."
Shi Jinzhe pulled a piece of yellowish-brown cloth from the bone. The other end of the cloth was attached to a hat. When he picked it up, a skull fell to the ground from inside.
“This is called a slouch, and this piece of cloth is a drape. Lin Shu should understand what this represents.”
After Lin Shu finished recounting Shekh's account, she nodded in confirmation, "In our world, this is the distinctive attire of enemy soldiers."
"No wonder!" Qian Chang suddenly clapped his hands. "When I jumped out of the coffin in the woods that day, I glimpsed a piece of cloth like this. Those skeletal remains must be those soldiers, right?"
I think so.
Lin Shu gave everyone a brief explanation of some history, and Yao Shu kicked the skull that had just been straightened back into place.
Qian Chang: "If you keep kicking like that, what if some locals get mixed in here?"
Yao Shu: "There's nothing we can do about it. The game is over. The historical process Lin Shu described is very similar to ours, except that we lost more people in the early stages, so the later development was different."
Fu Guan rummaged through the pile of bones and casually replied, "Each world is the result of different historical junctures developing in different directions. Based on my own gaming experience over the past few years, 90% of the worlds have highly similar histories and technological developments. Only a very few worlds will have more unusual developments."
Yao Shu asked, "For example?"
"For example, there are countries with highly developed technology that have expanded into space colonies, or countries that are hundreds of years behind and still maintain a feudal system with divine right of kings. Of course, there is also a more special kind."
Fu Guan glanced at Shekh and said, “There are worlds that have developed powerful non-human creatures. The game will not allow players who have played less than a hundred times to enter the dungeons of such worlds because the survival rate is less than one in ten. However, once you clear the dungeon, the rewards are exceptionally generous. It can be said that players who can enter such dungeons and come out alive will definitely be able to replace their cards with very powerful two-word cards or very powerful items. That’s how I got my skills.”
Shekh was preparing to corrode the bones to clear a path when he heard this and thought of Mu Bai. He wasn't human either, so why could someone with a lower ranking get in?
Could it be that Mu Bai is an exception because he has no skills and is the only person in the world, so he is not a big threat?
Shekh accelerated the release of the corrosive liquid, pondering in his mind: what influenced her to have given up so much back then?
"Snap out of it."
Shi Jin waved his folded hand repeatedly in front of her eyes, "What have you thought of now?"
Schech, controlling the corrosive liquid, wrote a line of small print: [Go through it little by little, I'll talk to you when I get out.]
"Go outside and tell me? Then don't forget."
I can't forget it.
Shekh directed the black-gold corrosive liquid, ordering the others to stay far away, and it engulfed all the bones.
Except for the one with a head injury.
The skull is too small, and the sutures are not fully closed; it's the skull of a toddler.
Shekh placed the skull down and led the way into the passageway hidden by the pile of bones.
Turning left and right, she heard Fu Guan behind her say that this place looked like a tomb, but it had been so badly damaged that it was hard to recognize its original appearance.
When the pestle was struck, it broke completely. [The tomb chamber, explanation.]
Shi Jinzhe pointed at the small vase and said, "This is where the deceased lived. The tomb is not of high standard, not belonging to a high-ranking official. Considering what the shop owner said earlier, this might be Yu Qiongzhi's tomb. The beekeeper is no ordinary beekeeper. Judging from that big iron gate, it might be guarded specifically for Yu Qiongzhi's tomb."
The child who couldn't escape tried to hide inside, but there was no way out behind that wall, and he died anyway.
Shi Jinzhe sighed, "This tomb is hard to find. Those soldiers entered from the other side of the tomb, and only the head of each generation of the Yu family knows where Yu Qiongzhi's tomb is. So it's clear why these people were able to find this place..."
That traitor who sells out his country for personal gain, who disrespects his ancestors and his nation, deserves to have his eyes gouged out and his tongue pulled out by Ming Pei.
Shekh stopped in his tracks: "Is that large single room up ahead the main burial chamber?"
Looking back, the dark entrance to the main tomb was in complete disarray. All valuables had been looted, and even the stone coffin was lying on the ground.
To complete the game, he read many strange novels, but fearing it might be a scam, he didn't enter immediately.
Jiang Yinxue was dug out of the coffin by Jiang Yi, and he wasn't sure if there were any strange things here.
Just to be on the safe side, Shi Jinzhe lit the candle that Aunt Qu had given him. There weren't many candles left, and the flame popped open. He then held it up in front of him.
A collective gasp came from behind them. In the candlelight, the tomb passage where the nine people stood was densely packed with figures, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, intimately close.
Fu Guan immediately removed the sun card to increase the illuminated area of the candle.
Without the light from behind, the figures began to move about, seemingly adrift.
Ye Zhan pursed his lips, feeling a rough hand grab his wrist and pull him outward with astonishing strength, which he could not resist.
On the other end, an indistinct female voice whispered in Fu Guan's ear, a soft, garbled sound that was both unsettling and seductive.
He shook off the hand that was touching him; it was cold and not very smooth. The yellow talisman didn't react. It wasn't a ghost, but a spirit.
The plaintive, sorrowful female voice, which had been sobbing, was no longer hidden after he threw her aside, and it roamed around Fu Guanzai without restraint.
A long, powerful tail coiled around his calf, its forked tail protruding outwards. Fu Guan was instantly terrified; could this be a snake spirit?
Is the system trying to kill him in this round of the game?
They dragged him into the game like a human trafficker, and now they're giving him this kind of character setting?
Is he capable of fighting? Would he dare to fight?
If we kill this one, there might be an even more terrifying one waiting for him.
If he hadn't retrieved his Sun Card in time, by the time Shekh saw it, his attempt to save himself would have been doomed to failure.
Pushing away the slippery demon on his body, Fu Guan pulled over the Hanged Man from the Tarot cards, asking him to take over for him for a while.
Who knew that as soon as the hanging man was entangled, he immediately ran towards the other end of the time, and Fu Guan couldn't stop him even if he tried.
Ahead, Shekh was severing the unruly ghost hand when, as he turned around, the Hanged Man, entangled with a blue-tailed skink, charged at him.
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