As the water flowed forward, the number of floating corpses on the water surface became more and more, and finally they were connected together, blocking the speed of navigation.

Some of these corpses are uninhabited, while others are wearing tattered robes. Judging from the material, they have a history of at least thousands of years.

Although the body soaked in the water for thousands of years, it turned white and swollen, but it did not rot. There was no rotten stench in the air, only a faint smell of fishy smell.

"vomit!"

Xia Qingzhu couldn't help but vomit, and then She Xiaoqing also lay on the side of the boat and vomited wildly. Gillian was a little better. She used to be a forensic doctor and was used to seeing dead bodies, but this was the first time she saw so many. She wrinkled her beautiful pair and her face was pale. She obviously tried to endure it.

Bai Fengjiu looked as usual. Looking at these floating corpses, it seemed that they saw wooden stakes. The big trumpet secretly admired his strong nerves.

Bai Fengjiu could tolerate it. She was the ** Lake where she was exploring in the wild. She gritted her teeth and used her oars to drive away the floating corpse blocking the road in front of her. The expedition continued to move forward.

Walking a hundred meters ahead, the bodies gradually decreased, and white walls appeared on both sides of the river in the distance.

Da Laba was curious that this was not a military fortress or an ancient capital. Who would repair two high walls in the underground river?

When he walked in, the loudspeaker could no longer help but lie on the adventure and vomited wildly.

This is not a city wall, it is clearly a wall of corpses piled up.

These corpses are naked, mostly men, like city bricks placed neatly, and can't see the end at first sight, and the loudspeaker is so terrifying.

After thousands of years, the corpse oil seeping out of these corpses has formed an oil film on the surface, protecting the corpse from rotting or rotting, and is as crystal clear as amber.

The big trumpet's body trembled uncontrollably, and the city walls piled up with corpses in front of him made him have only one word in his mind, that is, burial of his lord.

Killing one person is a criminal, killing tens of thousands of people is a general. There are probably more than hundreds of thousands of dead bodies. I am afraid no one can do it except the monarch of a country.

In ancient times, there was a custom of burying for burial, but after the thoughts became more and more open, there were few cases of burying for burial with living people. What's more, labor was very precious in ancient times. Hundreds of thousands of young and middle-aged people would cause very serious harm to the development of a country.

A Jiao was also confused, wiped off the remains of the corner of her mouth, and said with disgust: "In the Yanshan Mountains, I have never heard of a king buried here since ancient times. Who did this tragic burial of death?"

Dalabo looked serious and said, "There is a man who is not a monarch, but he can do it."

Gillian looked at the big trumpet, and pointed to the corpse floating on the water and said, "Look at their clothes, they should be dressed from the ancient Warring States Period. Among the seven heroes of the ancient Warring States Period, there was a country called Gu Qin. The ancient Qin Empire had an amazing general. Speaking of which, it was still my own family with Brother Bai."

Bai Fengjiu looked sideways, he knew who the big poker was talking about, and that person was himself.

Dalaba continued: "This general defeated the ancient Zhao Kingdom, captured 400,000 soldiers and killed them. At that time, I was very curious about this history. I had searched for the ruins of the killing many times, but I found nothing. If I was right, the place where General Bai killed 400,000 soldiers of the ancient Zhao Kingdom was here."

Gillian said: "Is the General Bai you are talking about? Bai Qi, the undefeated war god of the ancient Qin State?"

The big speaker nodded.

Gillian continued to ask: "Why did he do this? It's so cruel to kill so many people!"

Dalabo said: "Because he wants to become an immortal! According to historical records, Bai Qi was very obsessed with Taoism. He once spent a lot of manpower and material resources to find a way to become an immortal, which led to the emptiness of the treasury in the ancient Qin State at a certain time."

"Then did he succeed in the end?" Gillian asked.

Dalaba shook his head and smiled contemptuously, "There are no gods in this world? They are just feudal superstitions. For his own selfish desire, Bai Qi wanted to use the heroic souls of the 400,000 soldiers to help him ascend, but unexpectedly angered the monarch of the Gu Qin and was eventually sentenced to death. It was a cycle of heaven, and he was unhappy to retribution!"

A Jiao said angrily: "This Bai Qi is so dead!"

Bai Fengjiu looked at the corpse wall and said, "I'm wrong!"

The big speaker asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Bai Fengjiu turned her head and glanced at Dalaba and Ajiao with indifferent eyes, "Bai Qi wants to become an immortal, but these people were not killed by him."

He sighed and said, "These soldiers did die because of Bai Qi, because he accidentally told a shocking secret. In order to accomplish this, the monarch of the Gu Qin sent people to kill the 400,000 soldiers."

"The monarch of the ancient Qin Dynasty knew that the massacre of 400,000 soldiers was to bear the infamy. Of course, he would not bear the infamy. Bai Qi, who commanded the battle at that time and captured these 400,000 soldiers, was the best candidate!"

Da Laba and Ah Jiao looked at each other, and Bai Fengjiu said sincerely, just as if he had participated in this matter.

Hu Zi, who was lying on the side, did not forget to argue with Bai Fengjiu, "Do you have any evidence? Which historical book records it?"

Bai Fengjiu sneered and said, "History has always been written by the victors. If you were a monarch of a generation, would you record your dark history on the record? Besides, the truth is often in the hands of a few people. No more than five people who knew about this matter back then. Except for Bai Qi and the monarch of Gu Qin, after the incident was completed, the other three were secretly killed, and this secret was buried in the coffin with them."

Hu Zi wanted to refute, but his stomach gushed again, and he opened his mouth and retching again. He just vomited all the overnight meal, but now he vomited gastric juice.

A thousand years of history is just a small episode in which the expedition team escapes from the underground river. They don’t want to delve into who is right and who is wrong.

The Expedition continued to move forward in the endless wall of corpses. Two kilometers later, the wall disappeared and they reached the end.

The river water became more turbulent, and a light appeared in front of it, which was the exit of the waterfall.

As the exit approaches, the sound of water rolls, like horses galloping.

Everyone was overjoyed, and they finally saw the light of day again.

Just as everyone was ecstatic, a gentle and desolate song came, making people feel sad and sad in their hearts when they heard it.

Looking at the sound, on the platform opposite the stone wall, there was a woman in white, with her long hair covering her entire face like a waterfall, standing there motionless.

Xia Qingzhu said strangely: "How can there be living people underground in Hanoi? She is still standing in such a dangerous place and singing such a desolate song."

Bai Fengjiu narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "That's not a living person, it's an evil ghost turned into by resentment!"

"Evil ghost? But this song is so nice!" The loudspeaker turned his head and looked at the woman on the cliff, his eyes becoming blurred.

Not only him, but everyone's eyes changed, their eyes were as if they were covered with a layer of veil, and their expressions were dull.

"Don't leave, stay with me, okay?" the woman on the cliff said resentfully.
Chapter completed!