Mantra

Chapter 287 The World Behind the Wall
After Hei Lang finished speaking, his foreign mercenaries casually threw a cloth bag with a respirator at me.

I picked up the cloth bag, put on the breathing equipment carefully, and said to Ye Zi and Wang Hou: "Wait for me to come back", then followed the footsteps of the black wolf, and walked into the doorway that rose from the ground without hesitation.

Soon, we came to the "world" on the other side of the Dead Wall.

It was a strange journey.

Groundwater seeps out of the ground around the skeleton wall, and the muddy bottom is very difficult to move on. The closer we get to the wall inlaid with dead people, the more slowly we move forward and walk together. When I opened the semi-circular door opening, every time I took a step, it took me a long time to pull my feet out of the half mud and half water.

Every time I pull my feet, I will bring a large number of various bones and black pottery, like a killing hell.

Under the leadership of Hei Lang, the five of us walked step by step along the wall of the mechanism built by the ancients. Maybe it was shocking, maybe it was apprehension, but in short, everyone was walking on the road under their feet wholeheartedly, no one cared about the left and right. Say him.

In this way, everyone marched one foot deep and one foot shallow, and quickly passed through the wall about four or five meters thick, inlaid inside and out, and piled up with dead people.

And the scenery there was completely beyond my expectation.

Red, a blooming and coquettish red, instantly filled my eyes.

On the other side of the dead man's wall in Heilanbo, there is a large circular space of several hundred square meters. On the ground of that space, dozens or nearly a hundred stone coffins are densely arranged and surrounded in a concentric circle.

The most peculiar thing about those coffins is that on their coffins, there are many, many, many monster red, four petals, strange flowers shaped like skeletons.

Those coquettish Miaojiang goddess flowers are smiling at us.

The skeleton demon flowers are all blooming on the top of the coffin lid. They are the same as what Xian Yundu described back then. They have no branches, leaves, chlorophyll, and roots. To put it simply, these flowers are like a wooden stick with a big top and a small bottom. Standing on those stone coffins, the wooden sticks are black, with red flowers attached to them, the flowers are the size of a palm, and the "wooden sticks" are as thick as a thumb.

Countless flowers bloomed on those blue-black stone coffins, like red and black bloody skulls, smiling at us.

This scene is shocking.

Out of curiosity, I stared carefully at this flower, at this legendary creature, and thought about the secrets hidden in it.

At this moment, Hei Lang suddenly came over, patted my shoulder and said: "It's beautiful, isn't it? But you can't touch it, it will kill you if you touch it."

When I came here, Xian Hongye told me about the danger of this kind of flower, so I was a little wary in my heart, but when Hei Lang said these words, I was a little puzzled how he knew, and from his air, I Suddenly, it seemed that the black wolf knew a lot about this kind of plant.

So I asked him, "How much do you know about this flower?"

Hei Lang shook his head and said, "Not much, I just heard from my boss that this thing can't be pulled up from the rock, otherwise it will release toxin, and people will definitely die at that time."

I nodded, turned my curious eyes back, and continued to ask Hei Lang: "Then what are we looking for here?"

Hei Lang stretched out his hand, pointed to the center of the circular space and said, "He!"

Following Heilang's words, I immediately turned the direction of the flashlight in my hand.

Wherever the light beam went, a "black iron" coffin, which was much smaller than all the coffins, appeared before our eyes.

Compared with the ordinary sarcophagus next to it, the coffin is only a little bigger than one person. It seems that the people who built the coffin were very stingy, or the iron materials used to make the coffin were not enough.

Unexpectedly, the surface of the coffin was polished extremely smooth. I took a flashlight, and it actually showed a mirror-like reflection. In addition, I also saw that there seemed to be no clues on the mirror. The whole coffin was like A long black building block.

This coffin is also the only coffin that does not grow the skeleton demon flower. It is clean and clean, without any trace of rust, and has a modern and simple aesthetic feeling. , the urn iron chains remain, the retention period.

"A coffin?" I said, "The one in the coffin is probably the last millet king of the Helanbo people."

"I don't care what it is." Hei Lang said to me without emotion: "Getting money, finding a coffin, and doing business are the only things I do now. As for you, I have already shown you what you want to see. Just leave with us in a while, as long as you don't talk nonsense after you go out, I won't kill you."

I was helpless, and I didn't know how to answer Hei Lang. On the contrary, after he finished speaking, he ignored me. He just turned his head and directed his mercenaries to start the process of moving the black iron coffin.

I have to say that although these people are vicious, they are still very professional in their work.

At this moment, the three mercenaries brought by Hei Lang carefully moved away the sarcophagi with skeleton demon flowers in full bloom, and then laid something like plastic sheeting in the direction of the black iron coffin.

When everything was ready, they sprinkled the plastic sheet with engine oil again, and then three mercenaries led by Hei Lang carefully lifted the small black iron coffin and placed it on the plastic sheet , and then with the help of the oil layer between the plastic sheet and the coffin, the friction of the black iron coffin was instantly reduced.

Afterwards, Hei Lang and the other two mercenaries let go, and the coffin was only pushed by the last person, and walked outside.

At the same time, the mercenaries outside the Wall of the Dead also came over. They continued to pave the road with plastic sheets, and then little by little, extended the temporary "track" to the direction we came from.

During the whole process, no one said a word.I stood beside them silently, watching these men in gas masks perform everything, watching them push the coffin of unknown contents past me little by little, and then push the black coffin little by little. walls and openings.

But at this moment, the person pushing the coffin in front of him suddenly lost his footing. He slipped in the soft mud and hydrated ground, and then instinctively stretched out his hand to support a sarcophagus next to him that was used for burial.

That kid's hand accidentally broke a blooming Miao Jiang goddess flower!

My head buzzed.

(End of this chapter)