Chapter 16 Chapter 15 The Rose of Flesh and Bloom

For a moment, I was no longer a passionate young man following the archaeological team, holding high the banner of materialism without fear; I was just a timid little girl in my childhood, hearing the singing of the dead in the dark. There is a chilling power in this song that grabs your heart and blows your mind away.But soon, I saw the difference between intellectuals and professional soldiers. Although the light from the flashlight was weak, I could still see Wei's pale polygonal face and Li Dazui's twitching corners of his mouth.They were trembling, and while listening to the singing, they took out a pen and paper to record the content of the singing.After they handed the notebook to Professor Tan, Dou Miao, Gao Hong and others gathered around to listen and read, occasionally exchanging a word in a low voice, with expressions of deep thought or bewilderment.

But Uncle Yan and the others sneaked forward without a sound. Uncle Yan made a gesture, and several people, including Yu Yanyan, comprehended inwardly, spread out in a fan shape, and surrounded the source of the sound. Subconsciously, I took a few steps closer to Professor Tan and saw the lyrics recorded on the paper.That voice was too ethereal and frightening for me, and I couldn't concentrate on listening to it.But I could still hear that the content of the humming voice was not long, like a cassette tape recorder, playing back a certain section non-stop. "My mother killed me,

my father is eating me, My brothers and sisters sat at the table, Gathering up my wreckage, They were then buried under cold marble. " Xiang Zhiyuan suddenly said: "This is a British nursery rhyme from the 18th century, the story of Mother Goose. Although it is a nursery rhyme, it involves many dark and cruel stories... My EX is from the English Department, and I have studied this peculiar nursery rhyme set." We looked at each other, wondering why there was a woman humming this horrible nursery rhyme in this dark cave hundreds of meters underground.Suddenly, I realized that this may be the death of someone who entered here by mistake, and the soul did not disperse.I even thought that it might be a member of the previous archaeological team who died. Her dead soul could not find an exit and wandered here.

Everyone may have the same feeling as me, looking at the backs of Uncle Yan and others with trepidation.They didn't use a light source, and soon their backs disappeared into the darkness. Dou Miao pondered for a moment, then hesitated and said: "Sound is the transmission of sound waves in the air, and it is a kind of frequency vibration. It must need a real energy source." This statement does not give us much comfort.That strange sad and cruel nursery rhyme is like a winged god of death, lingering in the dark world. Suddenly, the sound of violent shouting in the distance interrupted our fear and reverie.The loud shouts of Uncle Yan and others echoed in the empty underground.The singing stopped abruptly.

"Don't move, all stand!" "Put your hands up!" There was a loud noise, as if someone had been thrown down, and an urgent conversation was vaguely heard. Our fear was instantly dispelled by the cruelty of the real world. Following the light of Professor Tan's flashlight, we quickly ran in the direction of Uncle Yan and others. People often use such words to describe a handsome man, such as a face like a crown jade, a long body standing tall, and a tree facing the wind. Qin Suo is indeed worthy of such a description.Later I learned that the name of the Qin Institute is Qin Sanyu, which is just right.

But the first time I saw the famous Qin Suo, he just got up from the ground, his face was ashen, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.Gengzi stretched out his hand to hold him, and said apologetically, "Qin Suo, I'm sorry." Qin Suo wiped his mouth, and said with some slurred words: "It's normal to be vigilant, especially here." The other two strangers stood beside them with terrified faces, squinting their eyes, as if they were uncomfortable with the faint light of the flashlight.Uncle Yan sized him up and said eagerly, "Just the three of you? Where are Xiaoquan and Meng Gang?"

The taller stranger lowered his head and whispered, "They all died. Your people, and most of our archaeological team, died." The taller one is Zhu Liang, and the other is Wang Jiayu.Uncle Yan paused, adjusted his breathing, and said in a muffled voice, "Where did you go the furthest? Did you always walk along Line 1?" Qin Suo shook his head: "There are too many forks here. We lost many people along the way. However," Qin Suo opened his eyes slightly, as if he had adapted to the flashlight, "I found that all the forks in the roads are actually leading to To the same road. But it is too far-reaching, we dare not go to the end hastily, fearing that the supplies will not be enough, so we turned back halfway...sacrificed several comrades."

Uncle Yan pondered for a moment: "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something first?" Wang Jiayu said: "Fortunately, we are not hungry." Zhu Liang added: "We have rationed supplies along the way, and there are still some supplies left." Uncle Yan and Gengzi exchanged glances, nodded and said: "Okay. I know you are very tired, but I still have to take you on. This time we came prepared, and I believe we can go to the end." I was a little surprised by Uncle Yan's eyes, I couldn't guess this person, let alone guess the danger and treachery after that.

Yu Yanyan raised her right arm with her left hand, shook hands with Qin Suo and said, "Director Qin Sanyu, I am Yu Yanyan from the Flying Dragon Special Forces who was sent here to look for you after you disappeared." She smiled slightly, "Finally meeting you, I have completed the task. This is Professor Tan Yundan Tan, the archaeological team leader of S University." Professor Tan nodded to Qin Suo. Qin Suo panted slightly, rubbed his hands on his trousers, wanted to reach out to shake hands, but drew back hesitantly, and smiled awkwardly: "I have heard Professor Tan's name for a long time, An expert in porcelain appraisal in the Song Dynasty. I didn't expect to meet in this situation, so I laughed."

Professor Tan carefully looked at Qin Suo, Zhu Liang and Wang Jiayu, and asked with some doubts: "Qin Suo, we heard a woman singing in your direction just now, did you hear that?" Uncle Yan stared at Qin Suo like an eagle, watching his every move.Qin Suo noticed Uncle Yan's expression and said with a wry smile: "Professor Tan, Lao Yan, we have already suffered a lot here. The further down this passage goes, the more forks there are, and there is a strong magnetic field. The time to stay After a long time, it will cause all kinds of auditory hallucinations. Old Pei...he was tortured to the point of madness, and committed suicide by hitting himself against the wall."

Qin Suo's voice sank, and the last syllable was like a fallen leaf sinking into the water, quietly melting into the darkness.Our hearts trembled, and the joy of reunion turned into coldness. "Qin Suo, do you want to take a break, or leave immediately with us?" Uncle Yan asked. Qin Suo glanced at Zhu Liang and Wang Jiayu: "Let's go, we'll make it. By the way, did Professor Tan see that swastika-shaped rock painting?" Professor Tan nodded: "I see." "Great," Qin Suo said excitedly, "we can just communicate along the way. I have some ideas about this rock painting, please correct me." Professor Tan smiled slightly: "I would like to hear the details." I followed behind the team with the two master brothers, and saw Professor Tan and Qin Suo walking side by side and chatting together.Li Dazui looked around and saw that he was keeping a certain distance from the people in front of him, so he said to us in a low voice: "I finally understand what the words 'there are ghosts in the team' on the lid of the lunch box mean." He leaned towards me mysteriously, putting his hands around his mouth: "This ghost is not a ghost, but an inner ghost. We have Uncle Yan's internal response in our team." Old Wei's mouth was crooked, and he sneered: "Not only did I guess it, but Professor Tan also realized it." Dou Miao quietly appeared in front of us at some point and startled us.He dropped a sentence and drifted away. The incisiveness is that the three of us suddenly realized but could not refute. "Three idiots." We walked forward for more than 400 meters, and the terrain became more and more complicated.There were only sporadic forks in the past, but now they are as chaotic as a maze, and jagged rocks stand abruptly at those small turning points, which often catch people off guard. Institute of Qin and Professor Tan chatted very speculatively. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully to some of the discoveries introduced by Qin. Make it easy." Lao Liu immediately grinned, revealing a mouthful of black cigar teeth: "I'll accompany you." After that, he held Yu Yanyan's left arm and was about to walk backwards, but Uncle Yan stretched out his arm to block him, and said in a muffled voice, "You stay." Seeing that good things were ruined, the sixth child looked a little frustrated, but he didn't dare to disobey Uncle Yan's will, so he turned his neck regretfully, and made a boring "click" sound to cover up his mood. Uncle Yan walked up to me and pointed at me: "Go with her." I nodded, and was about to walk towards Yu Yanyan, when Uncle Yan suddenly leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Trust me, I will never harm you. Don't go far, don't leave the team, the end of being alone is death .” I was startled, and quickly regained my composure, and signaled to Uncle Yan that I understood what he meant. Holding the flashlight, I supported Yu Yanyan and walked back a dozen steps, turning a corner, and the flashlights of the large army could only see the shadow of the halo. Yu Yanyan glanced back, saw no one was following, and whispered to me: "Can you run?" I stammered a little: "I can run, but I don't think we can escape. Uncle Yan has my teammates in his hands, and this place is too big and complicated." Yu Yanyan shook her head: "No, it's not about running away." She opened the palm of her right hand to me, and said in a deep voice, "If you shine your flashlight on my palm, what can you see?" I hesitated and moved the flashlight to her palm, and my breath became short of breath in an instant: "Sister Yanyan, you are injured, why are there bloodstains?" Yu Yanyan smiled coldly: "This is left when I shook hands with Qin Suo just now, it's the blood on his hand...follow me!" She ran quickly, as light as a swallow flying in the dark.I didn't have time to think about it, so I followed her in a panic. "You, where are you going?" "Follow me! You'll find out soon." Yu Yanyan didn't talk much since she went down to the cave.She is always paying attention to the surrounding situation, memorizing the topographic map in her heart.Now she was running fast and silently, and every fork in the road and small turning point was remembered very clearly. I don't know if it was because I was running too fast or because I saw the blood in Yu Yanyan's hands, my heart kept beating violently.At the end of the run, I almost staggered to follow her, but fortunately Yanyan finally stopped. "It's here, where we met Qin Suo. There was a six-second gap between the warning and the actual throwing them down." I put my hands on my knees and gasped for breath: "Sister Yanyan, you, what are you looking for?" Yu Yanyan took the flashlight from my hand, scanned the ground, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's a dead soul, maybe it's an illusion, maybe it's...here! Liang Ke, did you see the bloodstains?" Following the light in Yu Yanyan's hand, I saw two drops of blood connected together on the ground, like blood-red roses blooming on the hard rocky ground.I felt a burst of dizziness, and my breathing gradually calmed down, but I seemed to be floating in mid-air, overlooking these two strange roses. Yu Yanyan pressed her fingers lightly on the bloodstain, as if checking the degree of coagulation of the bloodstain.She immediately stood up and continued to search on the ground with the help of the flashlight.Soon she found another drop of blood, following the blood, I followed Yu Yanyan tremblingly, and turned into a concave corner of the rock wall that was only a short distance away from where we found Qin's place. This is like a natural stone chamber, about 3 square meters after turning in.I remember very clearly that when we set off, Qin Suo took us from the back of the stone chamber, trying to find a new petroglyph he had just discovered, but unfortunately we couldn't find it.From the direction of that road, this is just a stone wall, and I never knew that there is another small universe in it. The light seemed to tremble, implying an ominous coldness.Yu Yanyan scanned the stone room with a flashlight, and I immediately saw a person lying on the ground.The man was lying half-lying against the stone wall, as if he first supported the stone wall but couldn't hold it up and fell down. It's a woman. Her dry lips were slightly parted, her eyes stared blankly into the distance, far beyond this 3-meter-square natural stone chamber, looking at a place farther than life.There was a strange smile on his pale and bloodless face, as if he had just experienced a carnival feast, and he looked melancholy and mournful after being tired. What is shocking is her arms. Her sleeves were pulled above her elbows, her hands and forearms were bloody and bloody, and bones were even exposed in some places.One of the trouser legs was also torn, and there were bloody spots on the legs.There was half a bloodstain left by her when she slid down on the stone wall, as if the strength of her body was no longer enough to support her life.It is only a few seconds from standing to sliding down quietly, but it is the last trace from life to death. Yu Yanyan half-kneeled beside the corpse, with her head slightly lowered, and was silent for a few seconds.Then she touched the carotid artery of the corpse with her left hand, giving up the last hope.She raised her head, with the hard and cold look in her eyes that I have gradually become accustomed to: "Hold on the flashlight, I want to do an autopsy." My hands were shaking so badly that I had to hold the flashlight with both hands.Yu Yanyan gave me a stern look and signaled me to calm down. She first carefully checked the dead man's eyes for a long time, then raised the arm of the dead body to have a look. I tremblingly changed my position so that the light could shine on the place where the blood and bones were intertwined.Yu Yanyan looked at it for a while, then bent down to watch the corpse's legs, she got very close without any hesitation or fear.But I had already turned my head away, enduring the urge to vomit in my stomach and the dizziness robbed by fear and sadness. Yu Yanyan reached into the pocket of the deceased's clothes, took out a work permit, checked it for a while, and put it in her pocket. "She is a staff member of the XJ Institute of Cultural Relics and Archeology, and belongs to the archaeological team. Let's go!" Yu Yanyan stood up and walked out expressionlessly.I was a little out of my mind, unable to react for a while, and stood where I was. "Let's go, hurry up, or the old fox, Uncle Yan, will be suspicious." Yu Yanyan grabbed my sleeve and pulled me out, she ran quickly again, I first followed her for a few steps dully, and then ran too. It's just that at the last moment, I looked back at the alcove, and I couldn't see the corpse anymore.Everything that that person once had, love, family, wishes, leisurely walks in the sun, has been lost forever.She was lying alone and quietly in a rock cave hundreds of meters deep underground, and we just left her behind, in this everlasting darkness.I didn't have the courage to inquire what kind of torture and fear she had suffered before she died, what she had endured in the dark.I only remember that her body was as bright as a rose, and her eyes were slightly opened in the darkness, like an elegy that looped back and forth in the darkness. I heard my footsteps echo softly on the rocky ground. I am a criminal fugitive, leaving my human companions behind and rushing hastily to another dark fate.I must have been crying at that time, I felt the cold liquid on my cheeks, and I couldn't restrain my sobs because of the shortness of breath from running. When he was about to return to the fork in the road where Uncle Yan was at, Yu Yanyan slowed down, turned around and said, "Are you crying?" I shook my head with tears streaming down my face. She took the flashlight from my hand and said succinctly, "Wipe your tears." Yu Yanyan took a light on the two of us with a flashlight, and after confirming that there was no blood stain, she whispered: "Remember, don't mention this matter to anyone." I wiped my face with my sleeve in a panic, eager to wipe away all the uncontrollable sadness. In the distance, the voice of the sixth child has been heard: "Even if it's a big game, it should be over now, right?" Yu Yanyan responded: "It's ready, come here." She turned her head and said coldly to me, "Control your emotions. If we want to get rid of Uncle Yan's control, this is our chance." She looked into the distance, and for the first time, I heard a trace of fear and unconfidence in her self-talk. "This is really an ominous place." "Most of the earliest ancient texts in Egypt came from the second half of 4000 BC, which is a kind of pictorial text. Interestingly, it has many similarities with the pictorial inscriptions of Indians and Eskimos. Later, Egypt, appeared Table words are the so-called sacred characters. In the history of writing development, this is a strange and meaningful event. Because it seems to be "suddenly formed", the creation of this writing system seems to appear suddenly as a whole. Previously The fracture layer is unknown. And the manuscript unearthed in the Aztecs in southern Mexico, oh, is an artifact of the 11th century, written on buckskin, folded, and sandwiched with lacquered wood. Strangely, The Aztec characters are very similar to the ancient Egyptian pictorial characters. There is a theory that they are immigrants from the sunken Atlantis Island, and some scholars believe that this is due to the influence of the Mayan civilization. But this still cannot explain the Egyptian pictorial characters. The gaps and connections between the Aztec scripts: 5,000 years apart, on opposite sides of the globe, yet so similar." Qin Suo sat on the ground and talked eloquently, his voice was slightly low but had a clear and elegant demeanor.He was already in his early forties, and if it wasn't for his haggard complexion, he would be almost a perfect handsome man. When Yu Yanyan and I approached the crowd, except for Uncle Yan's men, everyone else was sitting or standing, as if they were listening to an academic report.Even Uncle Yan stood beside Qin Suo, carefully pondering the meaning of every word in his words. "Professor Tan, you are an expert at S University. I am selling knives in front of you. My idea is that from the examples between ancient Egyptian writing and Aztec culture, we can see that cultural Migration and flow, including the evolution of writing, language, customs, and witchcraft, are not static in a certain area as we think. From the perspective of the past 5,000 years or more, this migration and The scope and strength of the changes are far beyond our imagination. The pluralism movement started in France in the 1970s, which was a reaction against Eurocentrism. But in fact, the real pluralism movement started from our It started long before there was this theoretical awareness.” There were still tears on my face, but luckily it was dark enough that no one noticed my emotions.When Uncle Yan saw us coming back, he just took a look and continued to listen to Qin Suo's analysis.And I couldn't help but be attracted by Qin, who speaks elegantly and has profound insights.Qin Suo's thinking is divergent, and his foothold far exceeds the height of us students.I am afraid that among these people, the only one who can talk to him is Professor Tan.No wonder Qin was a little excited. "Professor Tan, I have been researching the origin of the Tocharian language and the Lulu language before I came to Yingpan this time. I think there is a very complicated and difficult puzzle here: the Luobu Wasteland represented by the Loulan culture The Tocharian and Kalu languages ​​used in the world are closer to the Hittite languages ​​​​before Phoenicia." Professor Tan's eyes lit up: "Well... After the appearance of Phoenician characters, Greek and Latin were developed to the west, and Aramaic was developed to the east. As the source. I remember some scholars believe that the Khalu language belongs to the branch of ancient Persian and is its last representative.” At this time, Wei Datou, who had been standing silently by my side, adjusted his glasses. I felt that he felt very sorry for not being able to intervene in such a high-level academic dialogue, and at this moment, the opportunity came. "But the Hittite language appeared before the Phoenician alphabet, and the two have no inheritance relationship in phonetic nature. How can this be explained?" A cold light flashed on Wei Datou's glasses.He once questioned an old gentleman in the lecture hall of our S University. At that time, his glasses were full of cold light, like a nocturnal academic killer. "Semites!" Qin Suo and Professor Tan called out almost at the same time. As early as the 1960s before we were born, the former Soviet scholar Easterlin once published a book "The Origin and Development of Writing".This is one of Zha Haiyang's favorite books, which he read repeatedly in college.In Easterling's view, the Phoenician script is a writing system composed of 22 letters, that is, 22 independent syllables, used to spell words.One of the most noteworthy is the nature of the phonetic alphabet - the phoneme.And this system was created by the Semites, who had previously helped the Hittites develop Hittite cuneiform.The Semites bridged the two intervals of literary and cultural development in a curious way. "If we're looking for the source of Tocharian or even their graphic language, we can't avoid the Semites," Professor Tan said. "Yes," Qin Suo nodded, "The Semites themselves are a legend. They first conquered the Mesopotamia, and then established the Babylonian Kingdom. During this period, the Gutians also participated. British linguist Henning speculated that the Tocharian-speaking tribes in the Tarim Basin of Xinjiang came from the Guti people, a nomadic people in the Zagaros Mountains in western Persia. Certain branches of the Semites, the Guti people of Zagaros, were located in The Hittites in the Black Sea, the Mediterranean Sea, and the main roads of Mesopotamia experienced a process of fusion and change of culture, writing, and belief. This was an era when witchcraft, sacrifices, and gods and ghosts coexisted. After that, the Guti people or among these tribes Some of the branches migrated thousands of miles and came to the Altai Mountains, where they formed the Kermqi culture. One of them continued to go south to Tarim, forming today's Xiaohe cemetery and Gumugou cemetery culture. Some of the primitive cultures they brought The characteristics of culture have formed a new fusion with the culture of the Central Plains of China.” Li Dazui's breathing fluctuated, and he asked excitedly: "Qin Suo, do you think Xiaohe Cemetery and Gumugou Cemetery are a common cultural circle?" Qin Suo nodded and said, "Yes." Xiang Zhiyuan yelled: "However, there is such a big difference in the shape of their tombs. One is a boat-shaped coffin, pillars, and paddles in the shape of tall Populus euphratica stakes, while the other is a large circular tomb with a low Low poplar stakes built into a ring. This, this is completely different!" Qin Suo smiled: "This is because the Xiaohe cemetery is a real cemetery, while the Gumugou cemetery is a sacrifice to the sun. It is the people of Xiaohe - let's call it that - the highest praise and respect for life." Sacrifice." Li Dazui laughed, poked Xiang Zhiyuan, and whispered: "20 yuan, you lose." Xiang Zhiyuan ignored him, and continued to ask Qin Suo: "Qin Suo, what is the purpose of their sacrifice?" Qin Suo pondered for a moment, did not answer, and looked at Professor Tan. Professor Tan smiled: "What they worship is the sun. What they demand from heaven is their contract with heaven: rebirth." In 1865, Edward Teller once said this: "Witchcraft is a faculty founded on association and based on human intelligence, but to a considerable extent also a faculty based on human stupidity." However, since the birth of human beings, the concepts of witchcraft and ghosts have accompanied the growth of human beings, and they have not disappeared until today.At the same time, such "intelligent" and "dull" human beings have never had an answer in the ultimate questioning of life and death.And this kind of questioning has derived a series of cultural constructions from witchcraft to philosophy. Uncle Yan listened carefully to the conversation between Professor Tan and Suo Qin. Gengzi, Lao Liu and others who were waiting on the side were already restless. "Witchcraft and belief make the people who are struggling to survive on the Rob wasteland pin their hope of survival on the grace of God, that is, the symbol of life such as the sun. At the same time, they pray to God for more offspring, and the pillars and oars stand The stakes are the symbols of male and female genitals respectively, and they are reproductive worship. The appearance of the swastika pattern further proves this point. Light and rebirth, until eternal life, are the greatest beliefs and beliefs of the primitive ancestors.” Professor Tan's words made Qin Suo nod frequently, and Uncle Yan asked thoughtfully, "Then do you think they did it?" We glanced at each other, and finally couldn't bear it and burst out laughing collectively.Laughter echoed in the huge space, as if triggering a tsunami.Even Gengzi, Lao Liu and the others couldn't help shaking their shoulders, turning their heads away and secretly laughing. Li Dazui stretched out his hand, and put it on Uncle Yan's shoulder without hesitation, and patiently explained: "Uncle, if these people can really be reborn, then the Department of Archeology can close down. What I dug is not a grave, but loneliness... " Uncle Yan stared coldly at Li Dazui through the mask.Li Dazui suddenly felt a chill, and withdrew his hand embarrassingly: "Humor, a man must have a sense of humor. It's settled, you don't have to point a gun at someone when you're joking." Uncle Yan's eyes turned from Li Dazui back to Professor Tan, still eagerly looking forward to the answer. Professor Tan stood up, with a sad voice: "Sometimes I really hope that this witchcraft of rebirth is real." That kind of loneliness and melancholy is a moving force.We quickly quieted down and looked at Professor Tan quietly. Professor Tan did not indulge in this kind of sadness. She quickly got rid of her emotions and asked Qin Suo: "Qin Suo, you have studied the Luobu culture in Xinjiang for so long, and there is one thing I have never thought about thoroughly. Please tell me. What is the relationship between the ancient Moshan Kingdom and the Xiaohe-Gumugou cemetery culture? Why... We dug up a black-clothed blood-deeded boat-shaped coffin in the Yingpan cemetery, and the owner of the tomb was a woman. Before that, I also found it in Xiaohe cemetery in 1979 I have seen similar burial remains." Qin Suo laughed heartily, and then coughed weakly: "Good question. This is a question I have been thinking about all the time, and I have my own preliminary idea." His eyes shone brightly in the dimness: "The origin of the ancient Moshan Kingdom is unknown, and there are few records in the Central Plains. But I believe that they are the descendants of the people who built the Xiaohe-Gumugou cemetery. They, or at least some of them Part of it—the descendants of the priests." As soon as Qin Suo's words came out, we couldn't help commotion.Gengzi and Lao Liu were whispering, Gao Hong, Xiang Zhiyuan, and Chen Wei gathered together to discuss in a low voice, while Dou Miao stood beside us, quietly listening to the conversation between me and the two master brothers. Li Dazui whispered: "Old Wei, this Qin Suo is quite capable of fooling around." Old Wei rolled his eyes at him: "That's because you haven't read too many books. Qin Suo's words have a lot of unique features. Bold speculation and careful verification. Isn't this the rule that we archaeologists should follow?" He turned his head and turned to me. Said: "Liang Ke, remember, Li Dazui is your negative teaching material. If you want to become a first-class archaeologist and work in the State Administration of Cultural Heritage before the age of 35, you must be like me..." Li Dazui finally couldn't listen anymore and interrupted Old Wei's eloquence. I glanced at him gratefully. This benefactor rescued me from Old Wei's Tang Monk Curse. "Old Wei, after we dug up the black-clothed coffin in the camp, we saw the oath of the corpse, do you have a copy?" Old Wei nodded: "Well, yes." Li Dazui took a few steps closer to Qin Suo: "Qin Suo, can you read Tocharian?" We immediately understood Lao Li's intentions, and looked at Qin Suo nervously and expectantly. Qin Suo hesitated for a moment and said: "I can read part of it. If it's not a particularly uncommon word, I can make a rough guess by connecting it with the context." Li Dazui turned his head and twisted his mouth at Old Wei, motioning for him to go. Old Wei hastily tore off the copy of the oath from his notebook, took a few steps forward, put his hands on it and said: "This is the oath covered on the body of the black-clothed female coffin we dug up in the camp. The original copy has been Burnt, this is a facsimile." I don't know why, but when I saw Lao Wei stepping forward to offer the paper, it reminded me of the scene where Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin.I felt ashamed that I was still thinking wildly on such an important occasion, so I quickly stopped my thoughts and focused on Qin Suo's reaction. Qin Suo took the paper and looked it up and down for a moment.Uncle Yan turned on the emergency light and held it beside Qin Suo himself.Qin Suo quickly covered his eyes with his arms, and said repeatedly: "It's too dazzling, the light from the flashlight is enough." Uncle Yan apologized and turned off the emergency lights and turned on the flashlight. Qin Suo's fingers stroked the paper line by line, while his lips moved slightly.He fell into deep thought at first, and then gradually revealed a look of surprise.It's not just Uncle Yan who is concerned, even our hearts are up and down following the changes in Qin Suo's face. After a while, Qin Suo's face was gloomy, and he murmured: "This is wrong, it's wrong, it's unbelievable..." Gengzi was in a hurry: "Qin Suo, tell me what you see." Uncle Yan stretched out his hand to stop him, and said in a muffled voice, "Shut up, don't rush him." Qin Suo sighed: "This passage is written very strangely, even weirdly. Professor Tan, have you seen a similar oath in the Xiaohe cemetery? Are the words and symbols on it the same?" Professor Tan shook his head, "No, although the oath of the Xiaohe cemetery has been lost, I remember that the text on it is not the same as this one." Qin Suo followed up and asked, "What is written in the oath in the Xiaohe cemetery?" Not only Professor Tan, almost everyone in our archaeological team has memorized that far-reaching and treacherous oath. "When the sea of ​​death covers the earth i will be resurrected your soul I will lead you to the other shore be reborn" Qin Suo closed his eyes and meditated for a long time.After a long time, he finally opened his eyes, pointed at the pieces of paper, and deciphered them one by one. Astonished is an entirely accurate word to describe our state of mind at the time.It is more accurate to say that all our team members were completely lost at that time.