Artifact

Yin'er carried a simple battery lamp, and Ye Thirteen controlled the killing sword that stretched out behind him, and the sword turned into a palm, and slapped it slightly into the water, and suddenly the boat rushed forward under the force.

"Lord Protector, be careful!".

"Lord Protector, the little ones are lit up here, waiting for you to come back!".

"Little sister Yin'er, you have to be careful in everything!

Thousands of feet away, as the distance gradually widened, the lights on the big ship gradually turned into a hazy area under the reflection of the seawater, and the huge, terrifying, and suffocating behemoth not far away was revealed in front of you little by little.

Originally, there was a fishy smell on the red tide due to countless dead fish floating on it, but now the closer you get to this huge thing, the stronger the stench becomes, as if a thousand-year-old dung pit has exploded!

After a few moments, Night Thirteen gradually saw the sea monster's appearance.

It looked like a giant jellyfish, but it was gray and gray in color, and it looked like volcanic rock, except it was too big and weird - it looked like an island in size, but it wasn't an island, and it looked like a living thing, but it didn't move.

Night Thirteen slowed down, the thrust of the boat slowly weakened, and countless dead fish crashed into the bow of the boat, making a crackling sound.

Yin'er lay on the bow of the boat, holding the oar to push the dead fish away, and with the other hand holding up the battery lamp, to let the light shine as far as possible.

The boat finally approached the monster's side, and the first thing to bear the brunt of it were the dozens of huge towering tentacles, and at close range, these gray-white tentacles were even more huge, each of them was almost one to two zhang wide, and it took at least five or six people to hug them.

The boat slowed down to the point of drifting with the current, passing between these strange "tentacle forests".

Night Thirteen took a closer look, these tentacles were indeed not living creatures, they should be limestone, but why this thing looked like tentacles, and it was hundreds of feet above the sea level, it was really strange.

Through the tentacles, the boat arrived at the island-like monster, and Night Thirteen touched it and knocked it again, and it was indeed a rock.

"Yin'er, you wait for me on the boat, I'll go and have a look on this stone mountain. "

Night Thirteen has changed his name to call the monster Stone Mountain, after all, seeing is believing, if this thing is alive, just touch it and beat the boat to pieces!

"Uncle Thirteen, be careful!".

Yin'er could only hear a muffled sound on the sea, ripples in all directions, and Night Thirteen rose into the air and landed steadily on the stone mountain.

This stone mountain is made of limestone, the texture is hard, but it is not smooth and smooth, and it is full of small round holes, and if Yasan has a phobia of denseness, he will definitely feel uncomfortable at this time.

He inspected the island for about ten minutes, and found that there were no trees or living creatures on the island, only a mountain of rubble and tiny holes in the ground—just an ordinary limestone mountain.

Night Thirteen was about to walk back, when suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed something unusual on the top of the mountain.

When I first discovered this place, it was so far away that I could only see the general outline, but now when I get on the island, I can see the change in details.

There seems to be something on top of the mountain.

Night Thirteen stumbled and landed at the top of the mountain, all of which made him shudder as the thing came closer and closer into view.

There was a corpse on top of the mountain!

And it was clearly a human corpse, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his arms hanging down naturally, stretching out to the sides - judging by his movements, it seemed that he was still holding something in his arms.

The corpse was old, and the skin of the whole person had turned into jelly-like transparent plastic, and the skin was covered with fine particles the size of rice grains, and the skeleton in the muscles could even be faintly seen through the light.

Night Thirteen took a closer look and found even more incredible details.

This male corpse used to hold another corpse in his arms, but the bones in his arms have long been weathered, so there are obvious traces of weathering!

It can be seen that the sitting is a man, his bones are relatively large, and the one in his arms should be a woman, with a petite skeleton, which is obviously a man and a woman or a father and daughter, lovers ......

No, Night Thirteen suddenly thought of the legend of the Red Tomb.

Now that I see the two skeletons in front of my eyes, can I say that the legend is true?

Excluding all appearances, what makes Night Thirteen furry behind them is that these two skeletons, the male one is well preserved and almost blends with the stone mountain, while the female one is almost weathered, and this is where the strange thing is!

Human bones can be preserved for hundreds or thousands of years, what is the concept of weathering bones? It seems impossible that there are not tens of thousands of years, right?

And why is it that the woman has been almost completely weathered, but the man is well preserved?

Night Thirteen was puzzled, and wanted to take a closer look, Leng Buding kicked several pieces of rubble on the ground, one of which bounced out and hit the arm of the male corpse.

Suddenly, I don't know if there was something wrong with Night Thirteen's eyes, and the head of the male corpse seemed to move!

For a moment, Night Thirteen held his breath and stopped moving.

Then, the head of the male corpse really moved!

With this movement, the gelatinous translucent muscles on his neck fell like dust, fluttering in the wind.

Night Thirteen was suddenly shocked and couldn't help but take a step back.

This step stepped on the gravel under his feet, and there was a loud noise, and the male corpse actually straightened his face and pointed straight towards the place where the sound started—his eyelids opened and immediately turned into ashes like rain, and the eyeballs in his eye sockets were even intact, looking at Night Thirteen blankly.

Then, probably due to contact with the air, the male corpse's eyes quickly turned gray and dripped from their sockets as if melting.

He opened his mouth, and the muscles on his cheeks quickly turned to dust, and several syllables came out of his throat!

Night Thirteen can be regarded as well-informed, but this time he was really shocked, until he heard the sound from the mouth of the male corpse, and he suddenly realized.

This man didn't die at all!

He's talking about Jin Wen!

You must know that the Yan Kingdom in the world has always used the golden text of three thousand years ago, although the night thirteen can't read it, but when he acted as a "professor" in the Xizhou Tinder Fortress, he had heard the local students who knew the golden text speak a similar language.

Jin Wen is a sacred script to the people of Yan Kingdom, and the only people who can hear, read, and write Jin Wen can only be priests and others who are familiar with the ritual system and sacrifices - that's right, in the legend of the Red Tomb, the young man who jumped into the sea in order to save his beloved girl is the priest queen!

There is no doubt that Night Thirteen met the legendary lovers!

But you know, this legend has been circulating in Xizhou for I don't know how many years, and the time is so long that the girl's body is enough to be weathered!

What have the lovers experienced in the long course of time?!

Night Thirteen was a little excited, but he still couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all, and could only watch as the man's entire face, tongue, mouth, and even entire trachea and neck turned into ashes!

Immediately, the man seemed to realize that Night Thirteen couldn't understand his words, so when his jaw bone fell to the ground and shattered, he used the last strength of his body to stretch out his arm and point in one direction—and then his entire arm was blown away by the wind, and the bones fell to the ground and shattered into strange small grains of rice.

In a moment, his whole body turned into a handful of crystal slag.

Night Thirteen looked at the last proof of the lovers' existence, was silent for a moment, and then looked in the direction of the man's finger, and disappeared in the next instant!