"Old Wang, how are you? Did you kill that golden-scaled cockroach?"

As soon as they returned to the basement room, they saw Lao Hu and others there. When they saw him, they all gathered around him, and the fat man asked directly.

"No, let that guy run away." Wang Ye shook his head.

"Wang Ye, why did you call that monster Jin-scaled Cockroach?" Yanzi asked, "You couldn't have read it in a book, right?"

"Swallow, you are so smart." Wang Ye praised with a smile.

The others also smiled when they heard this.

"Old Wang, we found a sewer entrance in this room, which should lead to the outside."

Lao Hu pointed to a sewer entrance near the crematorium.

All the water on the ground was seen flowing towards the sewer outlet.

"Then let's go down and take a look." Wang Ye threw the cloth bag with the gas mask in his hand to Lao Hu, "I just found the gas mask in the basement. Wear them all, just in case."

"Okay." Others nodded and put on gas masks one after another.

Wang Ye walked to the sewer and saw a half-meter rectangular iron fence at the entrance with plugs inside and a drainage channel below.

He used a long knife to remove the iron bolt, and then opened the iron fence.

"I'll go down and take a look first."

After speaking to the others, Wang Ye lowered his body and jumped into the drainage channel. He fell to the ground as light as a feather without a trace of water splashing.

I took out the flashlight from my backpack and scanned the sewer. There was not much water in the sewer, but there was a lot of grass and it was a bit dark.

Soon, two more landing sounds were heard from behind, it was Lao Hu and Fatty.

After the two came down, they picked up the two girls. Lao Yangpi finally jumped down. Although Lao Yangpi was old, his body was still very strong.

"I just took a look. I don't know where the sewer leads to, but the air inside is circulating and there is no toxic methane. I should be able to go to other places."

Wang Ye looked back at the people and said.

"I walk in front, you follow."

As he said that, he walked forward. This underground ditch was so long and deep that it was impossible to see the end at a glance.

After walking for more than half an hour, a huge iron gate finally appeared in front of him. It was still locked with an iron chain. He didn't know what it was for, but Wang Ye guessed that it was to stop the corpse or something.

Used.

"Cang!"

Wang Ye used the knife to cut off the iron chain very easily, as if it were cutting iron like clay. It can only be said that it is a gift from the emperor.

Several people continued to move forward.

"The sewers are all the same. I walked for a long time without seeing a door." The fat man said while looking around.

While they were talking, several people arrived at an entrance that was blocked by stones.

"Why is it so blocked here?" Yanzi muttered.

"Maybe there is something behind." Old Hu said.

"We'll see if there's anything there." Wang Ye said and kicked him, causing rocks to fly.

Several people used flashlights to get in. Behind the stone was a cave half as tall as a man.

"I'll go in and take a look first."

Wang Ye inserted the Kangxi sword into his backpack and crawled into the cave.

This is a cave that winds upward.

He climbed to the end within a few minutes.

The front is covered by something.

With a hard push, the thing was lifted up easily.

This thing is not an iron lid, but a carpet.

Wang Ye stuck his head out, preparing to see the situation with a flashlight, but as soon as the light illuminated, a strange and ferocious face came into view.

That face is as thin as a stick.

The skin showed a strange purple color, like a dead tree, without any moisture.

The whole body was covered with a thick layer of bird feather-like white hair, the curly and sharp nails were long and continuous, and they were bent, the facial features were distorted, the face was ferocious, and the mouth was open with eyes open.

Especially those eyes, which protrude high and stare straight at me.

"Grass!"

This scene happened so suddenly that Wang Ye couldn't help but cursed.

"Old Wang, what's wrong?" Hu Bayi couldn't help but ask after hearing Wang Ye's scolding.

"It's okay, it's just a mummy. Come up too."

Wang Ye said as he put his hands on the edge of the hole, he jumped up, landed firmly on the ground in the blink of an eye, and then pulled the others up.

Several people looked around with flashlights and found that this was a very European-style room.

The living facilities in the house are complete, including beds, bookshelves, candles, and even a fireplace.

"It's a dead body... to be precise, it has become a zombie."

After a few people came up, Wang Ye suddenly had a strange look in his eyes.

Even though they made such a big fuss, there was still no change visible on that strange face.

My mind sank, and I took a few steps forward, shining my flashlight on it, and realized that it was a tall male corpse.

He was still wearing an old-fashioned nightgown, leaning half on a chair with his head slightly drooped. He had obviously been dead for many years.

"Zombies?"

Lao Hu's heart moved.

He had heard many stories of treachery from his grandfather.

Zombies, rice dumplings, corpse fetuses, dead babies, white-haired evil spirits, and mercury corpses.

There are countless others.

But this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

After observing carefully for a moment, I found that the male corpse in front of me indeed met all the characteristics of rigor mortis.

However, it has been completely dried, so it is unlikely to be a corpse.

"Why do you feel like a foreigner?"

The longer I watched, the more strange I became.

In recent years, relations with the Soviet Union have become rigid, but in the past few years, Soviet experts and scholars could be seen everywhere.

Although the face of the male corpse is severely distorted, if you look closely, you can see that the nose is narrow and high, the lips are thin and the jaw is straight, the eye sockets are sunken, and the body is tall and strong, which is completely consistent with the race of the people in the Caucasus Icefield.

"You can't be wrong, look at the notebook on his desk."

Wang Ye pointed out.

Hu Bayi found a notebook on the dusty table in front of the man's body, which was densely written in Russian.

The place where the few people came out happened to be under the table, and the male corpse lowered his head, so they could see his ferocious and twisted face at a glance.

Light the candle and the room suddenly becomes much brighter.

"Xiao Ding, your Russian is very good. Can you help me take a look at it? What is written here?"

Lao Hu Cong picked up the notebook and glanced at it to find that most of the vocabulary was extremely unfamiliar. He had no choice but to hand it to Ding Sixian.

Wang Ye took advantage of the gap between them to translate the text and walked around.

The room has not been cleaned for a long time, and the floor is covered with dust. When you walk past, you will naturally leave footprints.

The bookshelf is full of books, but they are all in Russian. His English is pretty good, but his Russian is completely blind, so he doesn’t humiliate himself.

Moving forward, there are several bottles of red wine on the empty shelves.

There was only half of a bottle left, so I opened it and took it to the bottom of my nose to smell it.

A strong smell of alcohol, pungent and choking.

It is estimated that all the water vapor has evaporated, and the alcohol concentration is surprisingly high.

As for the others, no abnormalities were found.

After walking around in a circle, Wang returned to the original place and saw Ding Sitian half-crouched in front of the desk, still carefully translating the words on the letter by candlelight.

Lao Hu stood under a wall in the distance, looking up at several oil paintings.

From his angle, he could only see Ding Sitian's beautiful side face. Although she was wearing a robe, it still couldn't hide her amazing body curves.

After all, are you studying dance?

I heard that anyone who learns dance can be an expert at it.

Ding Sitian bit her lip tightly, frowned slightly, and tapped her forehead with a pen from time to time. It seemed that the problem was solved, her brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on her cheeks.

"Okay!"

Ding Sitian raised the white paper with a happy face and said excitedly.

Her parents went to study in the Soviet Union in their early years, and she has been exposed to Russian since she was a child. Her level of Russian is very high, but she has not used it for many years. Some sentences are difficult to translate, so she can only skip them temporarily, but fortunately it does not affect the general content.

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