Days Of Surviving On A Deserted Island With Supermodels

Chapter 99 Palace?

Everyone rested for a while, and Zhang Long thanked the two of them.

When it was a close call just now, as long as it was a little half a second later, the situation would be different from what it is now.

Looking at these two people, Zhang Long was speechless for a while, but felt that his heart was full of mixed feelings, especially when he set his eyes on John.

Some time ago, I suspected that there was something wrong with this person, and I always felt that he would harm everyone, but judging from the current situation.

If he really wanted to hurt everyone, there was no need to run over to save me just now. After all, if I died, the camp would definitely be in complete chaos. At that time, as long as he stood up to preside over the order and what he wanted to do, it would not be easy. thing?

Now, looking back on the bits and pieces of getting along with John before, it seems that apart from suspecting that there is something wrong with this person, he himself did not actually do anything suspicious.

Looking at his pale face because he was frightened, Zhang Long felt panic in his heart.

Maybe he is too narrow-minded.

"Hou Yue, how is Zhang Xiaotong?"

This is what John asked.

That's what the other two wanted to ask.

"Her body temperature has returned to normal, and she has drank all the ginger soup. This life should be considered as hanging, but the back of her head is swollen, and she should not be able to wake up for a while."

"I see that you haven't come back for so long. I'm a little worried about you, so I followed. I didn't expect that I happened to run into that big centipede, scaring the old lady to death..."

Hou Yue patted her chest while speaking.

All three breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Of course, the easiest is John.

So it seems that the woman can't wake up for a while, she is still safe, and now she has to find a way to get out of this ghost place.

Thinking of this, he looked around with the flashlight in his hand.

Suddenly startled.

Where does this still look like the cellar just now?

This is totally a palace!

The ground is neatly paved with pebbles, and even the size and color have been considered. Although it looks similar to those in the park, it is not normal for such a thing to appear on this desert island!

What's even weirder is that there are two rows of pillars in front of it.

From a distance, those pillars look like the upper body of each person, about 1.5 meters in height, and there is a groove on the head.

When I got closer, I found that these pillars were all made of a kind of rock that was extremely easy to break.

It feels like nothing.

The problem is, all pillars are like this.

The small deviation is almost negligible!

You must know that to achieve this level, it must be cast through a mold, or it can be made by a master-level person. From this, you can imagine how powerful those people who lived here before.

Or rather.

How mysterious!

Hou Yue touched the groove.

"Huh? What is this? It's so sticky and grumpy, it's disgusting!"

Zhang Long took a look at it with a probe, and his heart was stunned, and he almost didn't sit directly on the ground!

How can something like this only exist in novels appear in this place!

This thing is nothing but corpse oil!

After a person dies, the corpse begins to rot. Before it has completely rotted, a layer of green oil will appear on the surface of the limbs, and the smell is particularly pungent. This is corpse oil!

When I was a war correspondent in the past, I often encountered such things as digging up the corpses when digging the camp. At that time, I accidentally fell on it and covered my body. It can be said that I have a feeling for this kind of green stuff. Psychological shadow.

In order to avoid scaring everyone, Zhang Long did not make a sound, and carefully observed the groove.

It was found that the groove was about the size of half a football, and it was full of corpse oil. In addition to this, there was a layer of black things. After picking up the things, a piece of cotton thread appeared.

A cold sweat broke out on Zhang Long's forehead.

"This is lamp oil."

How scary it is to use corpse oil for lamp oil!

Zhang Long didn't look much, pretended to be calm, and continued to walk forward.

Seeing him, the others didn't react too much, didn't think too much, just followed behind him and walked forward.

Zhang Long was very calm on the surface, but his heart was already turbulent.

Could it be true, as Peng Hai said, that they went to other people's tombs?

However, who has nothing to do when they are full, and build the cemetery in this ghostly place where birds don't shit?

After walking a certain distance ahead and seeing what was at the end of the road, he instantly dismissed the idea.

There was a huge pot in front of it. Looking at it from a distance, I couldn't tell what material the pot was made of. I just thought it was very big, and its shape was a bit like an old-fashioned water tank.

It should be similar to those brewing tanks in some old wineries.

The bottom of the tank was erected, and the ground was dark.

It seems that someone is using this jar as a pot.

But this... no matter who thinks about it, it seems that this person seems to be a little wrong.

Further ahead is an upward step, and at the top of the step is a seat, which gives a very strange feeling.

John pointed to the seat.

"You look at that, I only remembered when I saw that thing. I used to see such a scene in a book when I was in school."

As soon as these words came out, several people instantly put their eyes on him.

John clearly straightened his back, and the expression on his face was a stinky fart.

"It's like the place where your ancient emperors went to court."

This sentence almost didn't make people spit out blood.

No, which emperor of which dynasty would make his golden palace so gloomy?

Zhang Long seriously suspects that they are reading pirated books!

Hou Yue even laughed, leaning back and forth, unable to speak clearly.

John looked at them suspiciously.

"What's the matter? Am I right?"

Zhang Long scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Actually speaking, this place is a little bit similar to the ancient palace, which made Zhang Long feel a little bit of a drum in his heart.

He is a plain-headed common man. Although he has been a war correspondent for a few years, he knows how to do triangular cat skills, but facing these mysterious things, he is more or less frightened in his heart.

"Hey, it's really interesting here. It's like making a movie. I said Lao Zhang, who do you think made these things? Where did the people who made these things go?"

Zhang Long shook his head.

"I don't know, I don't feel comfortable staying here. Let's see if there is any place to go out."

Just after the words were finished, Hou Yue's exclamation suddenly came from not far away.