I didn't know it, but there were more than ten tourists who had narrowly escaped death and were walking towards us in the distance.
Later, I heard from the survivors: If I walked along the seaside, I would be able to meet them soon. It was my change of route that made the two parties miss.
A few minutes later, I walked along the mountain road to a cliff. The tour guide led the tourists to the bottom of the cliff. The two groups of us stopped at the same cliff across a layer of cliff.
Dong Dahai, who was behind me, patted his thigh and said: "I think about it, the last sentence is 'turn left when you encounter the mountain to climb to the Immortal Platform. There are gods in the mountain.' Aren't the two of us on the Immortal Platform? Quickly look for one nearby. what?"
When I followed Dong Dahai and ran into the mountains, the tour guide standing under the cliff said with trembling voice: "The last two sentences of "Song of Survival" are, 'Don't go to the guillotine when encountering mountains. You can see the fairy tablets a hundred feet away from the cliff. Bow three times and knock nine times to get divine help. , the immortal guides you beyond the gate of hell.’ Don’t you think the cliff above is the guillotine?”
In ancient times, when prisoners were executed along the coast, a guillotine was not necessarily built in a busy city, especially when pirates were executed, in order to deter habitual bandits. It is very likely that the officers and soldiers would pull the person to a protruding cliff by the seaside, behead him, and throw the body directly into the sea. During the mass execution of pirates, the sea water was stained with blood for miles, and fish and shrimps rolled under the sea water to eat the corpses, which was a spectacular sight.
Over time, the cliff at sea became a veritable guillotine, and even the rocks on the edge of the cliff would be soaked red with blood and never fade.
The cliff I just climbed on was not only a frightening dark red, but the seaweed accumulated under the cliff was also bright red and dazzling. At first glance, it looked like a corpse had just been thrown under the cliff.
Someone whispered: "Where is the place hundreds of feet away from the cliff? Do we have to pass under the cliff?"
At that time, the tour guide pointed at me in the direction where Dong Dahai and I were leaving and said, "It should be over there, right? Doesn't it say in "Song of Life" that we won't go to the guillotine? We should go this way, right?"
"The fairy cards mentioned in "Song of Life" should be places like temples. Let's go over and have a look." The direction the tour guide left happened to form an oblique angle with me, but they were also going deep into the ghost island. hinterland.
Dong Dahai and I walked forward from the cliff and soon saw a dilapidated camp.
"Military camp?" Dong Dahai and I looked at each other and cautiously walked towards the military camp.
I don’t know how long the military camp has been in existence. Most of the wooden fences in the camp have collapsed. The tents in the camp are in dilapidated condition. Only the forts on the front and rear sides are still intact. Strangely, rusty weapons are scattered everywhere, but there are no traces of rusty weapons scattered everywhere. Less than one body.
I used a wooden stick to open several tents that were buried in the ground and said, "Why is there no one in the military camp?"
"Let's all leave!" Dong Dahai picked up the long knife from the ground: "Brother, let's leave quickly! This is not a good place."
But I said to myself: "No, look at the arrows on the ground, and there was obviously a bad battle here. The officers and soldiers stationed in the military camp were probably wiped out, but why can't there be a single body here?" Come, is there someone else who can collect the bodies for them?"
Dong Dahai was so anxious that he rubbed his hands and said, "Don't think about it. The only serious thing is for us to leave here quickly."
"No! Just wait a moment." I stopped Dong Dahai and said to himself: "The military camp is either defending in danger, or it is to contain the enemy head-on."
"This military camp has a total of four forts, two facing the mountains and two facing the sea. This is obviously being attacked from both sides. This is a taboo for military strategists. Why would they camp here."
I turned around and gestured in the direction of the gate with my hand: "We came in through the gate of the military camp. There were no obvious signs of troops deployed in front of us. Most of the camps were concentrated behind the military camp. They were there to guard the things behind the military camp. Go and take a look. look."
I picked up a knife from the ground and ran straight to the back of the camp. Dong Dahai shouted twice from behind and didn't look back. He could only follow me to the back of the camp: "Brother, wait a minute! This is terrible!" It’s not a fun place! Just be careful!”
The further the two of us walked in, the more scattered weapons on the ground became concentrated. It seemed that the final decisive battle between the officers and soldiers was deep inside the barracks, but there was a circular stone platform there.
The platform was completely made of blue stone strips, about three meters above the ground. Viewed from the front, there were stairs on each side for people to go up and down. Three corpses were sitting back to back directly above the stone platform.
The corpse facing me was wearing pure white Eight Flags armor and sitting cross-legged. From bottom to top, I could just see the depressed face of the corpse. It was clearly a dehydrated mummy, but the corpse's face was covered with a layer of metal. At first glance, it looked like someone had deliberately painted the corpse with a layer of gold paint.
Dong Dahai whispered: "Brother, this place can't be a military camp from the Qing Dynasty, right?"
"Absolutely? Let's go up there and have a look, please be careful." I have been doing some research on ancient weapons since I was a child in an antique shop. From the sabers scattered on the ground, he had long suspected that this was a Qing Dynasty barracks.
I walked around the platform and discovered that not all of the three corpses in a circle were military generals.
The corpse on the left side of the military commander has turned into a skeleton. Although he is wearing an official uniform, there is no patch on the chest, and it is impossible to tell what rank the person is;
The corpse on the right is not even wearing official uniform. It looks like a scholar from ancient times. Could this person be a subordinate of the general
Out of curiosity, I lightly touched the corpse on the left with my knife. The corpse in official uniform suddenly fell to the ground. The rotten skeleton rubbed against my feet like a rolling ball and fell to the ground. A short pole made of white iron, one foot long, instantly fell out of his cuff.
"Sticking to the rod?" I was suddenly confused.
There are different opinions on whether Yongzheng, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, founded the "Blood Drops", but the "sticky office" of the secret service that only belonged to Yongzheng is recorded in official history. Legend has it that this iron sticky rod, which is less than a foot long, was used by Tang worshipers to identify themselves. At the same time, this hollow sticky rod could also be used to deliver secret messages.
I fiddled with the iron rod twice with my knife, and the body on the right also slowly fell to the ground because it lost its support. As soon as the body touched the ground, a layer of green smoke splashed up, and the bones that were still well preserved just a moment ago , instantly turned into dust, and a square object protruded from the cuffs of the corpse.
I used a knife to pry open the clothes on the ground, and then pulled out an approximately square iron sign from underneath. On the front of the iron plate is engraved a palm with a single finger reaching towards the clouds. The lifelike palm seems to be cautious but ready to go, as if it can push through the fog at any time and find out the truth behind it. There is only one line of vigorous energy engraved on the back of the iron plate. In regular script "one finger moves the clouds and mist".
Bo Yunzong
I suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Mother Fox told me about the levels of the Magic Hand. Theoretically, the Magic Hand is divided into nine grades, with the first grade being the highest. Each level of the Magic Hand has a token indicating its identity. But the Detective Hand is also very face-saving, and must reach at least the fourth level of strength before going back to assess the level. Therefore, Tanshen Wumai only made a batch of tokens below the fourth grade. Since then, no new fifth to ninth grade tokens have been produced.
The person with the token on his body must be at least a fourth-grade detective. Those who do not have tokens are either low-level disciples who have not reached the first level, or they are beyond the first-level top masters.
An elite disciple of at least the fourth grade died like this on a deserted island, and no one even collected his body for hundreds of years. This was definitely not a place of trial! The Detective Hand will not let low-level disciples enter such a dangerous place.
I was still playing with the iron plate, but Dong Dahai exclaimed: "Brother, look, there are words here."
After I rushed over in a few steps, I saw writings carved with a dagger in front of the general's body. Unfortunately, most of the writings had been forcibly scratched out, and I could only read the general meaning intermittently: "The General of Dengzhou... served in the eleventh year of Yongzheng's reign. The emperor ordered the demon chaser to enter the sea, and fought fiercely for seven days... In the end, he was mistaken by... and buried here with the soldiers of the Ninghai camp... Can't be credulous... "
General Dengzhou must have written a lot of things, but the content in the middle was deliberately erased. The only thing that can be confirmed is that a battalion of Qing troops broke into the ghost island in the eleventh year of Yongzheng's reign.
I reached out and pointed at the scratches: "These are marks made by human hands. Who has such strength?"
Before I was poisoned, I could also grab rocks with my bare hands. How much strength is needed to grab rocks in a natural way? This general's cultivation level is not low.
I turned my head and took off the sword from the general's waist.
To distinguish the status of a military general, one is to look at his official uniform, and the other is to look at his sword. I can't understand that the other person is wearing armor but he is someone who knows how to use swords.
The Dengzhou General Soldier's waist sword is extremely simple, but the blade is extremely thick. Unless he is very strong, he may not be able to swing it easily. This long sword, which has been silent for hundreds of years, still shines coldly and is cold after being unsheathed. The blade is engraved with The word imperial system.
Among the three dynasties of Kangxi, Yongzheng and Qianlong, the imperial sabers made by Emperors Kangxi and Qianlong were extremely luxurious, but Yongzheng emphasized simplicity. During the reign of Yongzheng, those who were gifted swords by the emperor must be Yongzheng's close ministers. This Dengzhou chief military officer worshiped the second-grade courtyard and received a sword gifted by the emperor, so he must have an extraordinary origin.
But the more this happens, the more frightened I feel. What is the concept of a general soldier, a sticky stick worshiper, a high-level detective, and a battalion of soldiers and horses all trapped on a deserted island? This place may be more terrifying than the maze of traps.
When I was about to take a closer look at the blade, I suddenly felt the light above my head dim. When he subconsciously raised his head, the scorching sun in the sky had been covered by dark clouds. The day and night on the desert island seemed to suddenly change in an instant, and the entire military camp was transformed in just a few seconds. Plunged into darkness, even though he was not blind, he was still involved in the gloomy night.
"What's going on today?" Dong Dahai suddenly shouted: "Brother, the tide is rising! The tide is rising!"
"Fart, where did the tide come from when we were on the top of the cliff?" I only said half of my words when I saw waves surging towards the military camp in the direction of the gate, and the sea water really came up the cliff.