The surrounding corpses were all in the same posture, posture, and even expression.
The blood had dried up, and below the dirty ground were piles of earth. They were like burial objects of the terracotta soldiers, fixed here by an inexplicable force. Around them were other terracotta soldiers that had been unearthed. They were in the middle, and they were inconspicuous. Ordinary people would not be able to see this scene.
If all the listeners who died in Shaanxi had died here, wouldn't his luck be a little too bad?
Su Bai couldn't help but smile. He brought Fatso to Lintong to see the terracotta soldiers, but in the end, he stepped on their nest. This was really a case of not taking the right path to heaven, but barging into hell when there was no door to it.
His body twisted and stretched to the greatest extent, but at most, he could only tremble a little. He couldn't move at all, but his body continued to flow out and into the earth below.
Blood was just a manifestation of the loss of vitality. In fact, at this moment, all kinds of powers in Su Bai's body were continuously being drained and absorbed.
Perhaps, this process was truly comparable to any horrifying torture in the world, especially when there were so many 'seniors' who had already died demonstrating for you. They were silently telling you that you would soon end up like them.
Breathing became more and more difficult, and he felt a pressure on his chest. His entire body was like a sponge being squeezed crazily, and all the water in the sponge was flowing out.
Around him were burial objects that had been silent for more than two years, and they emitted an ancient aura. However, Su Bai didn't want to become one of them and be placed here forever without anyone knowing.
However, Su Bai was destined not to be lonely, because very soon, a person appeared on the slightly empty space on Su Bai's left. That person was Fatso.
Fatso's posture was the same as Su Bai's. He just stood there, motionless, but blood kept flowing out of his body. Su Bai could see that Fatso was trembling slightly. It should be like him, struggling with all his might, but in the end, he couldn't move.
Fatso also noticed Su Bai. Now, it seemed that only their eyeballs could move a little freely, but the vitality in their bodies was constantly flowing out. This feeling was like having an alarm clock on top of his head, ticking non-stop, indicating his death.
There was no way to resist, and there was no way to resist. All of this seemed to be completely destined. At this time, even if Su Bai wanted to flip the table and act up, he couldn't do anything. He was firmly suppressing him, controlling him, not giving him the slightest space, not giving him the slightest chance, and coming from all directions was a pressure that almost suffocated him.
For some reason, Su Bai really felt that his brain circuit was a little different from others. He originally felt very uncomfortable and bleak, but because he had Fatso, an acquaintance, accompanying him to slowly die, he suddenly felt that it wasn't so bad.
Time was slowly passing. Fatso, oh no, Fatso, had already become thin. His entire body had lost a lot of weight, and the skin on his body had also drooped down like a dog.
Su Bai also knew that he was about the same. His body had already begun to shrivel up. This was not a switch from a zombie state, but a sign that the vitality in his body was constantly being extracted.
Death was getting closer and closer. It was very likely..,
The next moment..,
It was zero o 'clock.
However, at this moment, a tremor came from the depths of the ground, as if a person who was sleeping had suddenly woken up, with a hint of anger and dissatisfaction. It was also at this moment that Su Bai suddenly felt his body lighten. He immediately used the last bit of his strength to jump back.
"Buzz … Buzz … Buzz … Buzz …"
There was a constant buzzing sound in his head. When he opened his eyes, Su Bai found himself sitting in front of the exhibition glass cabinet. Inside was a sign that said, "This exhibit is on tour in foreign countries."
His body staggered and he sat on the ground. Many tourists around him let out a cry of surprise. Soon, the museum's management rushed over and lifted Su Bai to the museum's infirmary.
The smell of alcohol disinfectant assaulted him. Su Bai's consciousness was almost in a coma, and he could only be at the mercy of others. After what seemed to be simple treatment, Su Bai was sent to the ambulance. During the bumpy journey, Su Bai completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.
…
Not knowing how long he had slept, Su Bai woke up leisurely. It was dark outside, and he was lying on the hospital bed. The bed next to him was an old acquaintance. Fatso was lying there, still unconscious and snoring.
There was a constant tearing pain in his head, and nausea and dizziness kept attacking him. This made Su Bai's emotions uncontrollably fidgety.
"Calm down," a calm voice said.
Su Bai turned his head slightly and saw the monk slowly walking over with a lunch box at the door of the ward.
Putting the lunch box on the small table on the hospital bed, the monk sighed, "Your Qi and blood are too serious. Don't be agitated at this time, or your body's functions will have deeper problems. Although the Poor Monk doesn't know how you recovered and came to Xi 'an, the Poor Monk should be able to confirm that you don't want to continue to be paralyzed on the chair or bed like before, right?"
Su Bai nodded with a bitter smile.
The monk shook the bed higher and put two pillows behind Su Bai.
"What's inside?" Su Bai asked. Obviously, the reason why he was able to escape was because Tyrant and Gyatso happened to arrive and did something.
The monk shook his head, "Poor Monk doesn't know. Poor Monk found some clues about the existence of Xuan Yun Temple in the archives, but it was recorded that Xuan Yun Temple was built in the area where Old Yang discovered the terracotta warriors. Naturally, the history of Xuan Yun Temple was much shorter than that of the terracotta warriors, so the country demolished Xuan Yun Temple in order to better protect the cultural relics of the Qin Dynasty from 2000 years ago. At that time, the abbot and a group of monks didn't ask the country to settle them down, and they just disappeared."
"Then how did you save us?" Su Bai was a little puzzled about this. What he felt at that time was a power that completely crushed him. He didn't even have the room to resist, but the monk actually had the ability to save him. It was really amazing.
"We also wanted to admit that we saved you so that both of you would owe me a favor. But the problem is, we didn't save you." Gyatso walked in with a bottle of boiling water in his hand, "After Qilü and I found the clues, we came to the Terracotta Warriors History Museum. But when we entered the door, we encountered an accident. We saw something strange. In fact, maybe after a while, Qilü and I would have become like you and Fatso. But at that time, something deep underground suddenly woke up, or like it was full and planned to turn over and sleep again. So it didn't want to eat at that time, so it gave up on us. I guess it also gave up on you and Fatso."
"That's your explanation?" Su Bai smiled, "It sounds no different from nonsense."
"Fatso woke up once before you and told us some things. He should have been sucked into that place a little later than you, so the loss of Qi and blood was less than yours.
If I'm not mistaken, those arranged corpses should belong to the local Audience members of Shaanxi. It's obvious now that there's a terrifying fellow hunting the Audience members here to replenish his vitality. He even made them into something similar to the terracotta warriors in the First Emperor's mausoleum. He's really ambitious. "
In fact, what Gyatso meant was, why isn't that existence afraid of the terror broadcast if it acts so unscrupulously?
"If we really did it because it was full and wanted to rest and refine the vitality it absorbed before, do we have to thank it for not killing us when we see it in the future?" Su Bai teased.
"Theoretically, that is indeed the case," the monk added.
Su Bai let out a long sigh of relief, "This matter is not something we can interfere with at all."
"That's why we're ready to leave." The monk opened the lunch box, which was filled with potato shredded rice. "The temple is gone, and the senior brothers and sisters from before are probably gone. The Poor Monk is planning to leave."
Su Bai suddenly thought of his mission in reality and suddenly felt that it was ironic. In the beginning, the monk was the one who insisted on coming, but now that the monk and the others were planning to leave, Su Bai, who didn't plan to come, couldn't leave.
"Do you still have the cigarettes in my pocket? Light one for me," Su Bai said.
Gyatso didn't say that they were in a ward and lit a cigarette for Su Bai.
Blowing out a smoke ring, Su Bai said helplessly, "You guys leave first. I still have to stay here for a while. I received a mission in reality, and it's the kind that can't be ignored or filtered. One of the conditions of the mission is that I have to stay in Xi 'an for a certain amount of time. Don't delay anymore. Wake Fatso up and leave Shaanxi first. "
After saying that, Su Bai struggled to get up. It was easy for him to walk in a patient's gown.
"Where are you going?" Gyatso asked.
"To the toilet." Su Bai reached out and took his phone from the wardrobe.
He walked out of the ward and came to the men's toilet on this floor. He pulled open a cubicle and closed the door. Before Su Bai squatted down, his phone rang. Turning on the phone, Su Bai was surprised to find that there were more than 30 missed calls, and the caller was the landline of his detective agency.
Something happened at home?
Su Bai immediately picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Meow …" Ji Xiang's voice came from the other end of the phone, as if it was acting coquettishly.
Ever since Ji Xiang followed him, Su Bai had never seen Ji Xiang make such a sound, like a pet cat.
"You're crazy, silly cat," Su Bai scolded.
"Meow … Meow …" Ji Xiang continued to meow meekly.
Slowly, Su Bai couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. A thought suddenly rose in his mind. Then, he subconsciously looked down.
In the squatting pit.
There was a human face.
A bloody human face that had lost its skin was staring at him coldly.
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