Don't take pictures, don't do everything you want to record, you'll be cursed, that's it. Que Qiu glanced at everyone behind him, then took off the backpack from the camel and said: "The camel team is waiting for us here, everyone travel lightly, only bring the necessary supplies, we only have an hour to walk through the black dead road." ”

Que Qiu's words were obediently followed, because every warning he gave was very accurate.

Putting away the cameras and other items, everyone had to use the traditional way of taking notes to record what happened next, and the camel caravan obediently formed a group here under the command of Tianmiao, waiting for them to appear again.

"We'll go when we're ready." Que Qiu raised his head in front and took the lead in the black dead end.

Everyone formed a long snake team and slowly followed behind Que Qiu, because he had said before that he wanted to bypass the black swamp sand, and everyone was very serious and eager to step on Que Qiu's footprints and move forward.

This sand road is not spacious, and every step Que Qiu takes is also carefully considered, after all, no one knows whether the path of the Black Death Road has changed with time, and there is nothing impossible in the Irel Desert.

After walking a little further, there were about sixteen or seventeen dried corpses lying on the road of black death.

They all tried their best to open their mouths and look at a certain place emptyly, the clothes on their bodies had not yet weathered, but they should be no different from the current ones.

The black skin is a little blue, even the hair has a little weird green, the death is all very painful without exception, the way of death is strange, they still have well-preserved backpacks and the like, sand shovels and the like, there are men and women, almost all of them are facing the rear, as if they are running away.

The black hole eyes of the dry corpse stared at the team heading towards the black death road, even if it was noon, it couldn't help but make people hairy.

Professor Wu looked at the dried corpses and said, "Tomb robbers." ”

Everyone looked at Professor Wu.

"These are all marching uniforms bought on the black market, and there are some exposed tools, almost all of them are homemade or black market tomb robbery tools, and the backpack is broken, and I think what fell out was explosives." Professor Wu said again.

"I was so well prepared, and I entered the black dead end again, and I ended up dying here?" Cheng Luo had some doubts.

"Irir's curse, among them are the blood of traitors to the kingdom." Que Qiu said very calmly.

"Traitor?"

"Perhaps, it's the bloodline of the new national teacher that Miss Tianmiao said?" Que Qiu raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

"But, isn't she married?" Cheng Luo asked suspiciously.

"Perhaps, a descendant of the followers of the new national teacher?" Que Qiu said again.

"There's no scientific basis for this. There is no record of the national teacher's affairs in the literature. These people may have been simple tomb robbers, but they encountered unknown dangers and could not escape, and died here. An assistant said. What Tianmiao said, everyone is basically listening to it as a story. No one believed that it would be the true history of the ancient kingdom.

"It should be." Professor Wu nodded and said with a solemn face, "We all have to cheer up, be cautious, follow the guide, and get out of here first." ”

Que Qiu raised his feet and planned to step over them: "Yes, let's go first, leave them alone." ”

At this moment, the dried corpse at his feet seemed to be cursed by something, and the black withered hand grasped his bare foot.

The fluttering dried corpse was brought over and turned over, and Que Qiu glanced indifferently at this dry corpse that had no expression of life at all, and kicked it away with his legs.

(End of chapter)