Chapter 131 The Medicinal Primer Is Found

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After hearing Qi Sian's truly regretful tone, Pan Yueqing closed her eyes speechlessly. She heard Qi Sian's slightly rapid breathing. Because they were so close, she couldn't help but blush when she heard it.

The bottom coffin board on Qi Sian's side slowly tilted. He opened his eyes and grabbed Pan Yueqing's hand. "I seem to be a bit weightless..." As soon as he finished speaking, the coffin board, which had only tilted a little at first, actually turned over quickly!

Pan Yueqing hit Qi Sian's solid chest and abdomen again. Qi Sian let out a muffled groan and slowly exhaled. "I have a suggestion."

"?" Pan Yueqing looked at Qi Sian who was so close. "Please go ahead?"

Qi Sian coughed lightly. "You should eat more. It hurts when you press down on me every time."

Zeng Jianyue let out a long sigh. Once again, she wasn't noticed by anyone. She could only slowly stand up against the wall. She skillfully lit a fire折子 and glanced indifferently at Pan Yueqing and Qi Sian. "You two, stop thinking about these things. Let's get out of here first, shall we?"

Pan Yueqing suddenly remembered that there was Zeng Jianyue beside her. She coughed awkwardly. When she turned her head, she saw that there were murals painted on all four sides of the space under the coffin board. She took a quick look and found that they were all about a story of "sacrifice". In the first painting, a girl in a red dress with her eyes closed was locked in a golden cage and carried into a cave. There were a pair of green eyes in the dark.

After that, the people who brought her there all knelt down and bowed to her. The girl turned her head, and her green eyes showed no emotion.

In the third painting, the girl took off her red dress and seemed to be wrapped in white cloth all over her body. A huge Wolf King bit her neck, and the people outside the cave made fanatical kneeling gestures.

In the fourth painting, there was another girl in splendid attire. Except for the different hairstyle and the people who sent her off, it was almost the same as the first painting.

"This is Duoluobuda," Zeng Jianyue said indifferently. "The holy maiden you thought of."

Duoluobuda was the holy maiden dedicated to the Wolf King. In the eyes of the foreigners, dedicating to the Wolf King didn't mean that the holy maiden would worship the Wolf King's divine position for life, but that a girl would be carefully raised to a certain age and then her flesh and blood body would be offered. Pan Yueqing subconsciously looked at Zeng Jianyue, who was groping around, and unconsciously lowered her voice. "How did you escape..."

"Because I met my grandfather," Zeng Jianyue pressed one of the murals. Her eyebrows and eyes were not as gentle as those of the people of the Northern Qi. She had the attacking beauty of the foreign race with green eyes and white skin. A part of the mural behind her slowly opened, and she crouched down and got in. "If it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have survived. But if I survived, my grandfather, my sister and my brother would die. Then I would rather die."

Zeng Jianyue's voice, characteristic of a little girl, came faintly in the long tomb passage. In front of them was a very long tomb passage. There were several corpses lying crookedly on the sides. These corpses were only left with white bones. Zeng Jianyue turned her head. "Going forward is the mass grave."

"This tomb is very big," Qi Sian looked at the tomb passage that seemed to have no end. He whispered in Pan Yueqing's ear. "We have walked more than a thousand steps. Roughly calculated, this tomb has hundreds of burial pits."

Qi Sian raised his voice and said to Zeng Jianyue's back in front of him. "Is there any record in your history of anyone using hundreds of burial pits?"

Zeng Jianyue shook her head. "They don't record the past and are also afraid of being disturbed after death."

It was very similar to all the tribes and dynasties that had disappeared in the mist of history. They stood in the present world, but hundreds of years later, only a few words could be found about them. For those who didn't remember the past, the wheel of history wouldn't even leave a trace of its tracks after rolling over them mercilessly.

Soon, Zeng Jianyue stopped. A faint light shone through the gaps in the wooden board and the soil. She gently removed the layer of soil. After seeing a head sticking out, she skillfully came out of the tomb passage and turned back to pull Pan Yueqing and Qi Sian. "This is the place. The purple centipedes you mentioned were also dug here."

When Pan Yueqing saw the light of day again from under the underground palace, she couldn't help but take a deep breath. No matter how many times she had seen this scene, the first thing that came to her mind was "White bones are exposed in the wild". The mounds of earth stretched on and on. They could still be seen until the next hill. Some of the graves had a wooden stake as a tombstone, some had a branch inserted as a marker, but more of them had nothing, just bare mounds.

The crows' cries didn't show the breath of life but rather increased the shadow of death.

"These are all the innocent people who died in vain," Zeng Jianyue stood gently in front of a bare mound with only two stones on it. "This is Lord Zhou Poshan's..."

"We didn't find Lord Zhou's complete body, only his head hanging on the city gate." Her eyes slightly lifted to meet the mound behind Lord Zhou. "That's my grandfather's..."

She took three steps back and crossed her hands in front of her. Although the movement was stiff and not elegant, it was very proper. She bowed to the two mounds in front of her. Then she stood up and clenched the sharp stone on Zhou Poshan's grave, and began to dig into the small grave bit by bit.

"Up ahead is the last mass grave. If we can't find the medicinal primer, the common people will be in danger."

A familiar voice came from not far away. Pan Yueqing turned around and saw Su Ruoqing and Yang Lin, who were badly injured and looked extremely Disgrace. Yang Lin seemed to notice that there were people not far away. Although he was supported by Su Ruoqing, he subconsciously reached for the silver needles at his waist.

"Don't!" Su Ruoqing grabbed Yang Lin's hand. "It's A Yue!"

Yang Lin stopped his action. When he got closer, he squinted his eyes and looked for a long time. Finally, he could clearly see the outline of the person in front of him. He said in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Pan Yueqing let out a helpless sigh. "Looking for the medicinal primer."

Zeng Jianyue borrowed the short blade from Qi Sian's waist and dug very hard. Finally, when she dug to the layer of soil mixed with Zhou Poshan's blood and rotting flesh, a not-so-big centipede stuck its head out of the soil. Zeng Jianyue softly scolded, "Don't make a sound."

She held her breath. When the cold iron touched the centipede's body, the centipede shrank violently. It was in a state of extreme fear of the cold and curled up into a ball. Then Zeng Jianyue turned her head and whispered to Pan Yueqing, "Quick, make a fire."

Yang Lin leaned closer to Zeng Jianyue and looked at the curled-up centipede, and nodded.

Su Ruoqing carried a fire folding with her and soon made a fire. Zeng Jianyue took the bamboo basket handed over by Yang Lin and placed the burning hay with smoke behind the bamboo basket. The curled-up centipede seemed to come back to life suddenly. There were also a few purple spots on its body, and it quickly crawled towards the bamboo basket.

Soon, many more centipedes crawled out of the grave soil and into the bamboo basket.