"I don't know." Bai Amai rubbed his forehead. "We suspect that these people came here on their own initiative and voluntarily took the form of sacrificial burial, burying themselves near the tomb of Yu Ji to complete some kind of ritual."
Gu Nanshan looked thoughtful: "If this guess is true, then Bai Ming's disappearance seems to be traceable. He will eventually come to the forest deep in the Changshan Mountains. Martyred."
"But what is it that makes so many unrelated people come here for burial for thousands of years."
"I suspect that there is something in the tomb of the chieftain that affected Bai Ming." Bai Amai's eyes were deep, staring at a void not far away, "Maybe it's a curse."
After Bai Amai left, the house fell into a short period of silence, and everyone was attracted by some possible phenomenon. In general, Bai Amai’s trip and Gu Nanshan’s confession were successful. At least at this moment, the minds of these people have been transferred to the tomb of Yu Ji in the mist, and they are no longer pretentious. Yin thought about taking the knife at any time.
In the end, Old Chen said with emotion: "If it weren't for cursing the external power, then only the internal power of the pilgrimage would drive these great men on the ground all the way over."
Pilgrimage is indeed a fascinating word. Today, even people who do not believe in religion and curious hunters always label their behavior as a pilgrimage, such as visiting the Potala Palace in Tibet. And such people often fail to understand the real pilgrims, the real pilgrims, the ascetics who are in ragged clothes and bow down one step at a time, from all corners of the world, it takes years or even decades to travel to the place of pilgrimage in their minds. .
How similar to the group of bones on the ground wrapped in oilcloth.
But what the ascetics can’t compare to is that the bones are widely distributed and the time is long, from the Central Plains when the Han people were not formed thousands of years ago, to the Europeans with high nose and deep eyes in the 1980s, if not a curse If so, what a terrifying belief it is to be able to do so.
After a night of repairs, the people from Bai Amai asked Gu Nanshan and others to assemble the next day.
Bai Amai first spoke to the group of Vietnamese in Vietnamese, which made the group of Vietnamese excited, sweeping away the previous depression and haze.
Then Bai Liang relayed to Gu Nanshan and others: "After confirmation, the sites where we unearthed the corpses are getting denser and the soil layer is getting deeper and deeper. Now we can roughly confirm the approximate scope of the tomb of Yu Ji. You cheer up. This time, we will be able to see the true face of Yu Ji’s tomb."
It could be seen that Bai Liang couldn't maintain the calmness and stability of the past, and his expression faintly revealed a look of expectation.
They have spent several years in this woods before they roughly determined the scope of the tomb of Yu Ji. The mystery of Bai Ming's disappearance will soon be solved.
The road was not difficult at first. The people of Bai Amai have been around here for a long time, and paths have been vaguely formed where the roads should be opened. Gu Nanshan and others did not carry any heavy objects and were equipped with one. All the items were handed over to the Vietnamese for transportation.
There are also a few former camps of Bai Amai’s people along the way, and there are traces of excavation everywhere. Bai Amai said: “This is the site of a scarlet ghost country. We dug nearly half of it before we realized that there might be no Yuji’s tomb here. I gave up this camp." (End of this chapter)