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

Obviously, the data stored in the computer that day was enough to cope with various difficulties. Within a few minutes, groups of arranged and combined numbers appeared in front of us.

However, those numbers look like Chinese hieroglyphics, but none of us recognize them.

Some are like ancient Egyptian texts.

You must know that on the Silk Road, countless wise and famous tribes appeared, and some even had their own writing and language, so it is not surprising. However, with the war or migration, the integration between ethnic groups was very rare. The text has disappeared. So throughout history, exchange and integration have also caused many cultures to disappear.

Even though we have many research methods to verify their existence today, there are very few existing data, which is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Everyone looked at the words on the computer screen, and no one recognized them.

"etc!"

Li Dakui seemed to remember something, took out the things we brought from the place where Fuxi died, and asked me.

"Brother, do you think the marks on this are very similar to these?"

"Yes, it is obviously a type of text."

But only I know best that these strange words are all written by the ancient Rakshasa country. It is said that the ancient Rakshasa country has thirty-six states, distributed in various places along the Silk Road, and there are three or four kinds of writing among them, but My grandfather taught me only one type of writing, and with what I know now, I can only understand the writing on the fragments of Journey to the West.

"Then what does this mean?"

Zhen Yi asked me.

I shook my head. To be honest, I didn’t recognize a word of it.

Obviously, the words on the computer should be the seal symbols on the scrap metal.

"Boss, it's been detected."

At this time, a man came in from the door of the laboratory. The man came over with a sample and said that the iron piece brought by the farmer a few days ago was detected.

"Really? What is that?"

"The information I got from the American museum shows that this piece of iron is not actually from the earth."

Only then did the man speak eloquently.

It turned out that Zhen Yi and the others found the thing very strange when they saw it. Although it looked like a broken piece of iron, it was relatively soft and heavy, almost as dense as gold.

I originally thought it was a kind of gold.

However, after testing in Mingcheng, we found that no one knew what this thing was, so we immediately mailed it to the relevant testing agency in the United States.

Tests revealed that the iron came from outer space. In other words, a meteorite fell on the earth, and this element has not been discovered and named yet. It is not yet known what its uses are and whether it is harmful to the human body.

Thousands of years ago, a tribe living in the desert, perhaps busy at that time, suddenly fell a large number of meteorites from the sky and fell to the ground, creating a so-called meteor shower.

I didn’t expect that the fallen stones might have some effect on those ancient people.

They used those meteorites to make some simple living tools.

Just like as early as thousands of years ago in the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties of the Han people, some people had mastered the technology of refining iron. The raw materials for early iron refining were all from meteorites, not minerals mined separately. And because of the ships along the Silk Road, foreigners gradually learned how to smelt and use things given by nature to build basic daily necessities or other things.

"So, if we can analyze when these meteorites fell and which area they landed in, should we have some clues?"

Li Dakui reminded me.

"It's so hard to find. There are so many records about meteorite falls in history, and the conditions at that time were limited. There are very few words that can record an event from beginning to end."

What Zhen Yi said is true. If we look up a large amount of historical data now, we can only find a needle in a haystack.

"etc!"

I took out the fragments of Journey to the West and remembered that I had accidentally seen records about meteorite falls.

"here……"

On more than 30 pages of the fragment, there is a story about a battle. It tells about the aliens in the Sand Sea. They found God and gave them the things they needed, and those things came from outside the earth. They believed that they had gods. To protect him, he turned the meteorites into various weapons and began to conquer the north and south along the Silk Road...

They made those things into anklets and controlled the people they caught! Start enslaving these sinners...Perhaps, this is the earliest record of alien slaves among the records that appeared at that time.

"You don't mean these junk things, do you?"

Li Dakui poured out all the contents of the jar in his hand.

At first glance, they looked no different from scrap metal, and the blessing of getting these things should obviously have been dug in the back hill of his house.

"It seems that he must have dug up something else."

I analyzed.

"Are you sure?"

"Otherwise, when you see these scraps of metal, you will run away from home in excitement and go out to work?" Moreover, this Fuxi may have lost all the things he sold in gambling, so he went to work in that shipyard. .

However, he never changed his gambling habit until his death.

"Now, what we have is more certain, and the place we are looking for should be very clear. But the place where the aliens found the meteorites recorded in this book is a place called Gong Tomb!"

"Tribute tomb?"

It seems that no one has ever heard of this name.

And Zhen Yi did not find any information in the computer. At this moment, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the computer screen. "Maybe, there are still some secrets about the professor that have not been discovered, such as his body?"

What he meant was why the professor sometimes had a drastic change of temperament, and his body also changed like a monster.

"No... It's bad!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door outside.