Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"By the way, be careful." I stared alertly at the front not far away. At this time, I carefully looked at the wheel marks on both sides of the river beach, and found that these marks seemed to have no pattern at all, and they were rotating back and forth. It seemed like he was escaping from something.

I expressed my views to Li Dakui, and Li Dakui was also stunned.

Just now I was just looking at the wheel mark and didn't pay attention to the direction of the wheel.

It seems to be a rare S type.

Obviously these cars seemed to be escaping from something, so they did not travel a straight distance.

"Could it be..."

"Look."

Li Dakui stared at the river beach and said, "The imprint of the wheel disappeared directly here. Obviously, if there was no accident, the car should have washed into the river.

"What?"

I work part-time in disbelief.

It stands to reason that with ordinary people's eyes, the depth of this river is more than one meter at most. Although it cannot be seen to the bottom, it is almost there. However, if this car is driven in, how come there are no wreckage or corpses floating up?

Unless the river is very deep, at least several meters.

When I think of this, I break out in cold sweat.

And I gradually discovered that there was not just one car whose wheel marks disappeared into the river, but there were many more.

"Did all those cars really fall into the river?"

I have a bold question in my mind.

"Most likely."

"Then under what circumstances do you think this would happen?" I asked Li Dakui.

"Perhaps they encountered something and were afraid, so they seemed panicked in everything they did, so they drove into the river."

"What is that thing that is so terrifying?" You must know that all the rescue teams are fully armed, and the bullets and some life-saving supplies they carry are almost ready for the battlefield.

Will the boat capsize in this gutter?

"Director, we may have encountered some trouble."

I reminded.

"What's wrong?"

the curator asked me.

"But we just have to be careful. I think this place is very weird. At least during the time we left the village, we had no idea what was going on."

So I said.

"Now we are going to a place... just to see how the entrance to the tomb is."

This suddenly occurred to me.

Then he ran directly towards the white tower in front.

"This is it."

Behind me, I heard the curator getting a little excited.

"Oh my God, such a place really exists. It seems that the painting is true." Liu Zhongyuan stared at the white tower and kept taking pictures, admiring.

It seems like he just came to travel.

I walked directly to the bottom of the white tower. At this time, I actually found that there were many cracks in the white tower for some reason. I slowly felt along the cracks. At this time, my hand seemed to be touching a cold corpse.

"this……"

I felt more and more frightened. Although it was noon and the sun was scorching hot, I still felt a gloomy atmosphere while standing under this white tower.

The curator and them all came over. Looking at the cracked white tower, they became a little regretful, "It's a pity. It's such a good cultural relic. It's a pity."

He seemed to like the White Tower very much.

"Maybe the entrance to the tomb has really been opened." I had a bad feeling, and nine times out of ten it had been opened.

"What?"

When the curator heard this, he was a little surprised, "Is it true..."

He seemed to be thinking about something, but soon the cracks in the white tower became bigger and bigger.

"Get out of the way!"

I reminded loudly.

Because I didn't expect this sudden change, I just heard the sound of cracks opening and spreading.

"Get out of the way!"

Everyone shouted.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the white tower collapsed directly in front of us.

Suddenly a huge cloud of smoke filled the air, and the entire surrounding area seemed to be enveloped by a sandstorm.

"This... is terrible."

Liu Zhongyuan on the side seemed to be seeing the scene in front of him for the first time, but this kid still pretended to be brave and only took pictures of himself. The rest seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Director, are you okay?"

I walked over and asked.

"nothing."

The curator squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the collapsed white tower, and then seemed to find something, "Look, why is there... a tombstone under this white tower?"

Sure enough, just under the white tower, after the collapse, a tombstone emerged from the ground, covered with grass.

The tombstone seemed to grow out of the cracks in the ground instantly, and it was extremely permeable.

"What does it say?"

I quickly walked over to take a look.

We all joined together.

"It's a minority language, I can't understand it." The curator was also stunned at this time, having no idea what the language was.

"It looks like hieroglyphs."

I said.

Because I saw that those words seemed to be patterns, which was very scary.

But the tombstone was actually dripping with blood.