Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

Mo Lan has studied a lot of information about the ancient country of Rakshasa. Many of these peoples who are good at living underground do not like to live in groups, but will build underground spaces in a fan shape along the ruins of the country to expand their own territory.

However, there is no definite information on why they like to live underground. It is generally believed that it is due to the climate of the desert.

"That's a firefly!"

Mo Lan saw the spots and explained that these little guys usually live deep underground in the desert and almost never come to the ground all year round.

And their food is usually the corpses of animals, and they will emit a cold light like fireflies.

"Wouldn't it be a lighting tool for these people?"

Mo Lan nodded.

However, I saw a spot below, but I couldn't see the situation below clearly.

"Let me do it."

Mo Lan seemed to see what I was thinking, and then took out a white bullet from his body, poured it into the pistol, and then fired a shot into the air below.

"Bang!"

The sound echoed throughout the space, with a loud echo.

Then I saw a very strange smell coming from the air. It was not bad, but it was very effective. The fireflies seemed to smell the smell in the air and gathered together quickly. Soon, the surrounding light was bright.

"You really have a way."

I laughed.

"In the United States, I am a senior botanist." Mo Lan said without hesitation.

"What?"

I was dumbfounded.

Wilderness survival expert, archaeologist, karate master, and now there is another botanist...

"What are you standing there for? Go down."

Mo Lan rolled his eyes at me.

From the top of the fault, there are still stone steps connected by some coarse cloth. Obviously, this is the only way to go down, otherwise you can only roll down.

The hemp rope thousands of years ago is really strong, without any cracks, and you don't have to worry about it breaking when you step on it.

A few minutes later, Mo Lan and I climbed down.

In front of us, it seems to be a quadrangle.

But the two or three-meter-high wall completely blocked the building inside, and only a closed door appeared in front of us.

There is a lock hanging on the door.

The fireflies above my head are still gathered together, flapping their wings and making a low sound.

"King Di Gui!"

There is also a golden plaque hanging on the gate, all with gold edging and a bronze plaque. There is almost no record of this person in history, so we don't know any news about this building that looks like a mansion for a while.

From this layout, it is obvious that most of the architecture of the ancient country of Luosha was influenced by the architecture of the Central Plains at that time. Although they live underground, most of the buildings still maintain the appearance of the Central Plains.

The surrounding walls are also decorated with some dragon patterns.

From some traces of cultural exchanges, it was generally believed that dragons were a very auspicious and majestic species at that time. Although they were just fictional, they served as a symbol of many ethnic groups in the northwest.

Some people even used it as a totem.

Later, most of the dragons were transformed into another kind of monster, but the shadow of the dragon can also be seen.

The lock hanging on the door is naturally not difficult for us.

I just picked up a scattered stone and smashed the lock open.

"Squeak--"

After pushing the door open, I could see the building in front of me clearly.

"Welcome!"

Suddenly, a person appeared in front of me, a person wearing a coarse linen shirt, with a piece of coarse linen on his shoulders.

"Ah!"

I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

There's someone there?

That person has a high nose bridge and curly hair. He must be a person from the extra-story. However, the clothes he wears, his actions and words don't seem to be from the present.

"Be careful."

Mo Lan grabbed me and stepped back. I almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, a guest is a guest."

The man was hunched over, but he didn't have any temper at all.

I was stunned when I saw the building in front of me. This place looked like a busy city. A wide street with shops on both sides, exquisite clothes and delicious snacks. As soon as I came in, I heard a burst of shouting.

A high-rise tavern on the roadside.

This is like a bustling city.

"I..."

I pinched my face, it hurt, this was not a dream.

The waiter-like man took us directly to a restaurant, went up to the third floor, and arranged a room.

In a trance, I felt that I was led by the nose to walk in.

The room was very simple, but very clean, with only a bed, a table, a lamp, a few wine glasses, and a glass of wine.

Mo Lan and I leaned on the railing and looked down.

The gray and dusty building did not seem to cover up the bustle below.

The strange thing is that the sound could not be heard outside the wall anyway.

"What's going on with us?"

I asked Mo Lan.

She also looked at the top with a confused look on her face. When she looked up, there was no firefly, only a bright lantern hanging on the city wall.