In the surrounding, the corpses had the same posture, the same gesture and even the same expression.
Their blood was dried up, below the dirty colored surface were layers of soil, the were like the terracotta soldiers which were funerary objects, they we stuck there by an inexplicable force, further away were other terracotta soldiers which were dug out, they were positioned at the middle, it wasn't eye catching,the ordinary people outside had no way of seeing that scene.
If the fallen Shaanxi audience had died over here, wasn't his luck a little terrible?
Su Bai can't help but to smile in his heart, he brought Fatty over to Lintong to look at the terracotta soldiers, in the end, he coincidentally entered someones nest. It was really not following the path to heaven but instead barging into hell even if there was no path.
