On the side of his body, Ku Ding poked half of his body out of the hole and tried it. I don’t know if he exerted too much force or the ribbon was already a little loose, so he pulled the ribbon out of the soil. Ku Ding didn’t expect that when he came out, his body would lose support in an instant, and he pressed down, and then crushed the little soil left at the entrance of the hole, dragging it out with Qiao Rourou who was pulling the corner of his clothes.

At this moment, Qiao Rourou was held by Qiao Rourou. Qiao Rourou was picked up by the chef and she lost all her original belongings. She didn't have time to buy the phone. With such a pull, Qiao Rourou could not react. With a whisper, the phone in her hand was taken off and the person fell out.

Fortunately, the Ku Ding reacted quickly and threw the stick in his hand at the critical moment. He hugged Qiao Rourou, and used the ribbon to exert some force. He carried Qiao Rourou one by one and rolled it up, and he had already hugged Qiao Rourou and reached the ground.

Before Qiao Rourou could scream, Ku Ding covered her mouth. As the large amount of soil collapsed on it, Ku Ding protected Qiao Rourou's head with one hand and held her with the other, and the two of them rolled aside.

The soil did not fall much, but the silk belt fell down, and a large ball of things on the other end of the silk belt fell to the ground.

It was not until there was no movement that the Ku Ding helped Qiao Rourou stand up. The girl's eyes were bright at this time, and she didn't seem to be afraid. She was just in Ku Ding's arms, and then there seemed to be no light from the broken cell phone, and she carefully looked around.

Similar to the scene she remembers, this is a basement with a large space. Every eight or nine meters, there is a load-bearing column connecting the upper and lower parts. From time to time, a wooden stake is replaced by a cement column. I don’t know how many of them are, but the few that can be seen are burnt on it.

There were some ashes on the ground around them, some fragments left after the fire, such as tables, chairs, benches, cabinets, iron racks, etc., which could roughly distinguish some partitions, which seemed to be used to separate some rooms at that time. It is conceivable that there were so many small houses separated by office furniture in this huge space, and how many staff would be busy here.

Although it would be very dangerous to have a fire in this structure, it would be logical that a place that could make such a big deal would not be without fire prevention measures. How did that fire burn, how many people were buried in the sea of ​​fire, and what happened can only be explained clearly by the real witness.

The cook picked up his stick, and Qiao Rourou went to get his phone. The two of them stared at the big piece of stuff that was pulled off from the other end of the ribbon.

Judging from some of the places that can be identified, the one wrapped in a large mass of soil should be the human body, and perhaps it is better to say that the corpse is better. Because the soil seems to be infected by some liquid, it looks like the blood flowing out of the corpse, a large piece of blood red.

The ribbon was tied to one of the wrists of the corpse, then wrapped in the palm of the hand, and then dragged out, as if the corpse was still waving the ribbon in the soil.

Grasping the ribbon, Ku Ding squatted down his body and cleared it up a little. The corpse was not seen when it was, but judging from Ku Ding's palms and wrists that were wiped clean, it seemed that it still maintained the softness of the body, as if it had just died.

The hand shape looks like a woman, as white as snow. If she hadn't been curled up in the red soil, or if she had changed her place, just looking at her palms, she would even think she was a living person.

Judging from the outline, the body was completely naked, and Ku Ding was not interested in continuing to clean it up, but he was sure that this should be a woman with long hair. According to his experience, this woman should be around twenty years old when she was alive, about the same age as Qiao Rourou. Thinking of the rumors that a girl jumped off a building in the dormitory above, Ku Ding even thought it was that woman.

"Master...Master, there are not corpses in the pile of soil above, right? This red soil will not be soaked in blood!"

Qiao Rourou also squatted over to look at it, then shrank her head. This should be the first time she saw a strange body. Of course, the dying mermaid in the bathroom should not count, although the drawing was very realistic.

"That's not. This is called non-corrosion soil, also called Wanniansheng. It uses ancient formula to mix some other liquids of the tree sap of Wannianchun. The soil needs to be selected as the cleanest red sand soil. It needs to be sieve it with a fine sieve for thirteen times to ensure that the sand is delicate and scattered. In addition, the messy process, the whole process is very troublesome and time-consuming. In ancient times, only some tribal groups with alternative beliefs did this and are suitable for group burials. You can treat it as a huge jelly, which can preserve the corpse for a long time, that's right. Legend has it that if you soak it in here for ten thousand years, you can be reborn, but you just compare these to ancient anti-corrosion methods. Let's talk about it in ten thousand years."

The Butcher looked up and maybe there were many corpses buried in the uncorrupted soil above.

"It turns out that we have just emerged from the ancient formalin."

Qiao Rourou didn't know what she was thinking, but suddenly grabbed a handful of red soil and put it into her pocket.

"Why are you using this? It's dirty and throw it away."

"When I go back, I will just find a little bug to bury it. Anyway, I'm not very big, so I'll find a place to hide it. Maybe ten thousand years later, that little bug can see the world of that time for me."

Qiao Rourou's reason was unexpectedly speechless. The bauding blinked his eyes. This girl was really naive and cute.

"What should I say? First of all, what do you know in ten thousand years? If you let a little bug squat for you for ten thousand years, it is better to find a way to make yourself live for ten thousand years. Secondly, this is not really a non-corrupt soil. There are not many trees like a thousand years of spring in the world. There should be some in the early years, but they have been cut down by emperors and generals since ancient times. If there are such a large piece of land here, think about it and how many saps you have to use to water it."

"That's right!"

Qiao Rourou originally planned to throw away the handful of soil, but she didn't want to throw it away. While the chef was not paying attention, she secretly stuffed it into her pocket and then smiled carefully.

"The non-corrosion soil here cannot be said to be fake. It should have been diluted many times and then added some more. However, the sap of the tree that can be found in the spring of thousands of years should be left behind by those people. This body was probably buried later."

"What about the ribbon? Why is this ribbon tied?"

The Butu Ding was about to say, but heard some noise coming from afar. He pressed Qiao Rourou's lips, turned off the light of his phone, pulled Qiao Rourou and slowly moved behind a pillar.
Chapter completed!