His foot was slowly pulling back in the mud, and a package wrapped in mud was pulled out along with the strap. Just by looking at its shape, it could be recognized as a backpack.

  "Wait, look at the ground."

  "Huh." The fat man crouched down to take a closer look, and indeed it was a package, almost identical to the one on the corpse they had encountered earlier outside. Even the contents inside were nearly the same.

  Fatso used his hand to feel around in that circle and stood up shaking his head saying: "No corpse, only a sign."

  It's a leather case card, all the work permits are in that style, with a layer of film sealed on top, and inside the film is inserted a card, which will have some information written on it.

  Pangzi wiped off the dirt on the card, inside was a white card paper, which had been dampened and could hardly be distinguished, only barely saw a "Zhao" character, at the bottom there was also an embossed gold phoenix pattern.

  "Do you recognize it?" The fatty handed the card to Ye Qiu, and it was very likely that the owner of this card had also been one of them.

  "What character is this?" "Zhao! Do you know anyone with the surname Zhao?"

  Ye Qiu shook his head: "I don't remember." After saying that, he returned the card to Pongzi, handing it over halfway before pulling it back. He flipped open the card again and rubbed it with his hand several times before finally saying: "This picture looks so familiar."

  "What?" Cha Wenbin leaned forward and took a closer look.

  Fatso said: "It's a phoenix."

  "No." Zhang Wenbin said affirmatively, "This is a Golden Crow bird. Look at its three feet, it's called the Sun Essence Bird. This pattern is very rare and easily confused with the Phoenix."

  Suddenly, Ye Qiu grasped the leather case and pounced on the muddy ground like a madman. He was stirring up the mud as if he were fishing in a field, with large chunks of mud churning up and down. Soon, he himself became a "mud man". This sudden change left Pangzi and Cha Wenbin somewhat caught off guard, and the two wanted to do something but found themselves unable to do anything.

  Ye Qiu struggled in the muddy piles for a while, then started to sit down with a thud. He sat in the mud, as if he had become stupid. He didn't say a word, still tightly grasping the card that had been crumpled into a ball by him.

  After seeing him calm down a bit, Cha Wenbin leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Brother Ye, do you know this person?"

  Ye Qiu didn't respond, he buried his head even deeper, Zha Wenbin saw his shoulders slightly trembling nonstop, he didn't know if it was due to excitement or fear, or perhaps sadness. Comforting another man wasn't something he had ever been good at.

  Suddenly, Ye Qiu lifted his head. Although his face was covered with mud, he could still feel the fear written all over it. He grabbed Cha Wenbin's shoulder and said: "Who am I? Tell me, who am I?"

  "Ye Qiu?" Cha Wenbin shouted his name, then grasped his shoulder and said: "What's going on? Tell me, don't be in a rush!"

  Ye Qiu wiped the mud off his face with his hand, then he started rubbing hard and scrubbed away more than half of the muddy water. Then he lifted up his hair, it was the first time Wen Bin saw what this person really looked like.

  Very delicate, with a hint of arrogance between the eyebrows, and the features are exquisite to describe. Judging from her age, she's probably only in her early twenties, roughly the same age as us.

  "What a handsome man he was born with." Zhang Wenbin sighed in his heart.

  "Look closely, tell me, who am I?" Ye Qiu's voice was already shaking a bit, he kept repeating to Cha Wenbin: "Who am I? Tell me, who am I?"

  Fatso, this heartless guy, just came to finish the job. He followed up with a sentence: "Hey, buddy, are you high or something?"

  "Where did you pick it up?" Now that's good, Ye Qiu changed the object and grabbed the fatty with one hand, shaking him vigorously: "Tell me, where?"

  The fat man was also startled and hastily pointed around, saying: "That's it...and this bag, I'll give it to you too."

  Ye Qiu grabbed Pao's bag with one hand, and that dirty lump of mud, he actually covered his face with it and started crying.

  It's all messed up now...

  "What's wrong?" asked Fatso to Zha Wenbin, Zha Wenbin also looked bewildered, heaven knows what's wrong with this guy.

  However, Ye Qiu quickly told them the answer.

  "This is mine." Ye Qiu had calmed down a bit, his voice still shaking slightly: "Look..."

  He pulled out a sealed card from his pocket, almost identical to the one Fatso had picked up, with a golden crow on it. The only difference was that there was a word "Ye" written on the card.

  "Is this yours?" "It's mine." "Then why are you crying?"

  "This is also mine, the last stroke of this 'Zhao' character's foundation will be hooked upwards, it's my own writing habit. I'm not Ye Qiu, my surname is Zhao, why did he deceive me? Why!"

  "So you've been here before?"

  Ye Qiu grasped his hair and said fiercely: "I really can't remember anything, I woke up and forgot everything, damn it!"

  Cha Wenbin comforted him: "You've already started to remember some things, like this character, you have an impression of it, which means you're recovering."

  "Hey, Big Brother Cha, come over here for a sec." The fatty was standing about two meters away from Cha Wenbin, facing a human figurine. His hands seemed to be doing something to those figurines.

  On the surface of the terracotta warrior, a chunk about the size of a matchbox was dug out by Fatty, and inside it appeared to be fibers! To be precise, it was a piece of cloth that couldn't be seen if you didn't look closely. Fatty carefully used his knife to pry open the layer of cloth, revealing underneath what seemed to be skin with some elasticity. There was actually a person inside this terracotta warrior!

  The fatty man plucked up the courage to continue using his dagger to peel off the thick layer of mud on the outside, and more and more parts were exposed. When all the shells on the upper body were cleaned up, a corpse that had not completely rotted was laid out on the muddy ground. The stench and soft liquid intertwined, the foul smell pierced into every pore of the human body, it was hard to resist vomiting.

  The clothes have not been completely destroyed, it can be seen that this is a long gown, similar to Hanfu. The torso above the neck has not been found, and there is no other information.

  Using a living person as a sacrifice, this cruel method is unprecedented. The fatty went to check another human sacrifice, and the result was similar, with clothes and muscle tissue exposed inside.

  "My goodness, this is too cruel." The fatty pointed at the coffin and said: "Cha Ye, if you ask me, we shouldn't be polite either. Let's pry it open and take everything away. See if there's anything left inside, even a bit of bone ash, and make a mud Buddha out of it to stick here."

  "Wait, right side, last one. " Ye Qiu paused for a moment, then looked up at the fatty and said: "Can you help me open it."

  Cha Wenbin seemed to have realized something, but it was just a flash in his mind. He wanted to tell the fat man to forget about it, but the words stuck in his throat. In his subconscious, that corpse was Pandora's box, and once opened, it might change many things...

  "Wait, it's coming." The fat man held a dagger in his hand and skillfully made an oblique incision on the chest of the corpse. He was like a butcher, skillfully dissecting a slaughtered cow. As the skin was exposed inch by inch again, the fat man found that this corpse seemed to be different from the previous one. The flesh inside seemed to be very fresh, especially when he saw the zipper head on the black jacket.

  "This..." The fat man turned around to look at Cha Wenbin and Ye Qiu, he didn't know what to do. Ye Qiu was also looking at him, Cha Wenbin stretched out his hand and gently pressed on Ye Qiu's shoulder, then shook his head at him. Ye Qiu looked at Cha Wenbin, after a moment, he finally started speaking: "Left pocket of the clothes, help me feel inside, see if there's anything?"

  It was a 50-cent coin, with a small hole on top and a red string threaded through it. The shiny words "People's Bank of China" almost blinded Baozi's eyes. Baozi took a step back, holding the coin and running to Zha Wenbin's side, then grabbed his arm tightly and said: "Old Zha, let's get out of here quickly, this doesn't feel right, I'm sweating all over my back, to be honest, my legs are about to give way."

  "Ye Qiu, choosing to forget isn't necessarily a good thing."

  "Haha, you're wrong. All I want to say now is that I don't even know who I am myself." He pointed at the coin in Fatty's hand: "I made that, originally wanted to give it to someone, but didn't make it in time."

  "This one?" The fat man handed the coin to Ye Qiu and asked: "The person in the tomb, do you know him?"

  Ye Qiu nodded and played with the coin, opening his mouth: "Maybe I said it, you won't believe it, it's too absurd."

  "No, I believe you." Cha Wenbin looked at Ye Qiu and said sincerely: "No matter what happened in the past, at least you are still alive now, this is the most important thing, isn't it?"

  "Alive? My body has already rotted, do you know that?! Why! I've already died, yet I still have to see all of this! Why?"