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Chapter 548 The Life-Destroying Forest in Beiping

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    After receiving the order, Gao Feng quickly went down to do the work.

    When you leave, close the door behind you.

    The office was quiet again. Fu Jueshen was sitting alone on a chair, looking at the scenery outside the window with his sharp eyes, and raised his thin lips and smiled coldly.

    It seems that he was too kind last time and did not let the Ji family's stock fall to the limit, so Ji Ze's old habit has happened again.

    This time, he will never be merciful again.

    Anyone who dares to stab Fu Jueshen in the back will end badly!

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    It¡¯s September in Beiping, and the weather is dry.

    Wherever the autumn wind passes, the air is hot, mixed with sand and dust blowing from the north, hitting the faces of pedestrians, stinging slightly.

    The weather was as hot as a big furnace, and you could smell the smell of burnt rubber even when you walked on the ground with your shoes on.

    In a corner of the city, there are lush forests and bamboos, and spring water hits the rocks, but it is completely different from the outside world.

    It is refreshing and cool, sparsely populated, and is a good place to travel.

    I don¡¯t know why, but this Feng Shui treasure land with such beautiful scenery and not too far from the city center maintains its original style.

    After walking for a long time, I couldn¡¯t see a single person, and there wasn¡¯t a single family living in the surrounding area for ten miles.

    Because this place is famous for being "evil", it is said that this is the entrance to the emperor's tomb, so a lot of mechanism formations have been left behind.

    A local old man once said that in the 1980s, archaeologists here dug out a mass grave. They were all reduced to white bones, with only fragments of armor showing their identities.

    Experts have verified that this should be a site left over from the war between Song and Liao during the Northern Song Dynasty. These soldiers who were buried alive were all Liao people.

    Their clothes and weapons are printed with traditional patterns of the Liao Kingdom. The specific meaning of these patterns is not yet known.

    Judging from the layout of this mass grave, they seem to be guarding something.

    Some people speculate that since there are tens of thousands of soldiers, there must be a commander.

    Their coach may be buried not far away.

    In order to find this Liao army commander, archaeological experts began a mountain search operation.

    There were twenty-three people in the group, but in the end no one came back alive.

    Ten years later, in the early 1990s, there was a plane crash. A passenger who survived the crash happened to land on the outskirts of Evergreen Mountain.

    The outside media searched for him for more than three months and finally found the passenger.

    Wearing gold and jade, he babbled nonsense about meeting the ¡°Lord¡± and showed off the antiques in his hands to the media.

    He talked about what he had seen in the past three months, including the ancient tomb, the Lord, and tens of thousands of Yin soldiers.

    Everyone thought he had a mental problem and suggested he see a psychiatrist.

    A magical scene happened.

    This passenger actually bled to death in front of the camera, and the jewelry he was wearing oxidized into black carbon in an instant.

    If it weren¡¯t for the video evidence, everyone would wonder if it was a ghost.

    A group of outstanding archaeologists and medical scientists were convened to conduct some research and came to a scientific statement.

    The accumulation of corpses and dead air in the forest caused the air to be full of toxins. He had actually been poisoned after living there for three months.

    Suddenly entering the outside world, the air pressure inside and outside is different, and the toxin attacks and dies.

    As for the oxidation of those antiques, this is a common phenomenon in archaeological history.

    This phenomenon is particularly prominent on silk fabrics and bronze ware.

    " However, some people are confused. That man also wears a large gold bracelet. Even if bronze and silk are easily oxidized, gold is a stable solid metal.

    It is impossible to oxidize to carbon instantly.

    This question has not yet been resolved, but this forest has been classified as a forbidden area.

    ??We named it "Death-killing Forest".

    A large sign was erected at the entrance, with the four characters "No Entry" written in bright red paint.

    It is worth mentioning that Xia Yuwan¡¯s grandfather Bai Mingqi was one of the experts who participated in the archeology and seminar.

    At this moment, bursts of miserable screams came from the depths of the forest.

    The sound was shrill and loud, causing the crows on the branches toHe flapped his wings and quickly flew away.

    "The sad thing is that it was shot down before it could fly even two steps.

    After the gunshot, a piece of black feathers with blood stains swirled in the air and slowly fell down.

    Being blown by a gust of wind, it rose and fell, and finally fell to the ground.

    And the crow, with its two small eyes wide open, happened to land on Sen Bai's tombstone.

    The next moment, it was picked up by a big hand.

    The man was in ragged clothes, with unkempt hair and a pair of feet as big as cattail fans stepping on the dead leaves. The crisscross wounds on his feet were shocking.

    He was so hungry that he picked up the crow and bit it without plucking its feathers.

    The not-quite-dead crow twitched in his mouth, and gradually lost its life as the blood was sucked dry by the man bit by bit.

    The man took a hearty bite, not caring that the crow had grown up eating nearby carrion corpses.

    When he tore open its belly with his teeth, he bit a hard nail as expected.

    It should be a human finger.

    Tui.

    The man spat out the nail and continued to eat the poultry in his hand. The brutal scene of consuming hair and drinking blood was like that of uncivilized prehistoric humans.

    This scene is truly stomach-churning.

    Not far behind the man, the two old men who were tied to the tree trunks felt their stomachs churn.

    One of the short and fat old men spoke first. He kindly reminded the man, "Young man, you can't eat this crow. If you eat it, you will die faster."

    The man did not listen to him and strode away, looking for the next crow to fill his stomach.

    Seeing that he didn¡¯t listen to his own advice, Mr. Wen was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.

    It¡¯s a pity that he can no longer blow his beard, because he hasn¡¯t showered for two or three months in a row, and his beautiful goatee is so dirty that it has a hairline.

    "Okay, you old boy, save your energy. He was injected with biochemical drugs and is almost half dead now. It doesn't make any difference whether he is dead or not."

    Hearing this, Mr. Wen was dissatisfied and argued: "Isn't this half? As long as he is not a dead person, I have the obligation to remind him that you are still a descendant of the miraculous doctor."

    Bai Lao was too tired to argue with him.

    He ignored him, and Mr. Wen was a little dissatisfied again. He stretched out a foot and lightly kicked the old man.

    "Oh, you are just talking. What's the point of me singing a one-man show by myself?"

    Bai Mingqi snorted coldly, raised his eyelids slightly, and pointed at the mass grave not far away with his chin.

    "How can you perform a one-man show? Look over there, there are so many people waiting to chat with you. You like to talk so much, go down and chat with them."

    As soon as the voice fell, a gust of evil wind swept in, whizzing past them and picking up many dead leaves on the ground.

    The shadows of the trees swayed, making a strange "rustling" sound.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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