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Usman also found a piece of gravel with a sharp top, wrote the name of the city in Dayan characters on the sand, and drew a rough map: "About 3000 years ago, this place was still a large swamp. It was built on the swampy land, hence the name 'Linze', and there are some small towns scattered about [-] miles away from it, and each town has a different lord and army, that is, a different country."

"When I was in Guozixue, Master Wen mentioned that in ancient times, there were many small countries in the West Pole, with oasis as their city. The population was only a few hundred, and the population was tens of thousands." Yan He squatted down and looked at the map drawn by Usman. Although there were only a few strokes, it was very vivid and clear.

"That's right, but now Xiliang rules this vast world." Usman was quite proud when he said this, which also shows how powerful Usman's royal family is, able to break through the siege and become the last king.

Yan can more or less understand what Usman once said, that Xiliang pays attention to "the strong eat the weak" and "the king loses the king". No one here will sympathize with a weak person, only the strong can be admired.

Because it is really not easy to open up a homeland in this harsh territory and keep her firmly.

But Yan also believes that strong and weak can actually coexist, and there is no fixed boundary between them. The strong can become weak, and the weak can also become strong. This is like life, which is never static.

If it is said that a strong man needs to completely eradicate the weak to demonstrate his ability, then he will only become a tyrant, so even though Yan understands what Usman called "the law of strength and weakness", he also admires Usman's royal family for ruling the Western Regions The whole territory, but some things still can not agree.

Yan suddenly thought of those brothers and sisters who were locked in the dungeon by Usman.Seriously, Usman doesn't look like a tyrant, more than a little capricious.

But this matter is always in the bottom of Yan's heart, like an invisible thorn, if he thinks about it accidentally, he will feel uncomfortable in his chest.But Yan couldn't open his mouth to say anything. In the final analysis, it was an internal struggle among the Xiliang royal family, and it was not up to him, the Lord of Yan, to speak up. Moreover, he didn't know what happened between Usman and his brothers and sisters.

I have to say that when Yan heard Usman say that he had eaten antidote as a meal since he was a child, although his expression didn't change, his heart was shocked.

Moreover, Usman still said these words with a smile, which made Yan a little inexplicably angry, and really wanted to curse: "What kind of broken royal family are you, is it fun to be poisoned by relatives? You still laugh Come out!"

While Yan was thinking about these things, Usman continued to introduce the history of Xiliang.

"Before Xiliang ruled the Western Regions, wars among the countries were very frequent. Sometimes some small countries and tribes may disappear overnight, and the cities they worked so hard to build will be destroyed by the victors. The new monarch will be on the original site New capitals were erected. The old ones were buried deep in the earth forever over time."

Usman eloquently said, "This is what Linze is like, and it is precisely because of the solid 'foundation' of Linze that a building as large as the Colosseum that can accommodate ten thousand people can stand firmly on the ground. No amount of violent wind and sand can blow it down."

"So—we fell because of the series of explosions, right?" Yan frowned and analyzed, "It doesn't matter if you fight with me, right?"

Yan was worried that he could not control his strength for a while, and the foundation of the Colosseum collapsed due to the shock.It is conceivable that there must be a lot of injured people, and maybe a lot of people fell with them.

"If I say it has something to do with you, Yan Yan, will you take the responsibility?"

"Of course I will. I won't shirk my responsibility..." Yan thought for a while, if it was really his fault, he would sell the Prince's Mansion in Dayan and pay all his property to compensate those who were implicated by him.

"What a pity." Usman sighed.

"Ok?"

"The collapse has nothing to do with you. It should be because the assassins put a lot of explosives under the Colosseum."

"Since it's not my fault," Yan asked puzzled, "What are you regretting?"

"This king knows that you don't have much private money except for the Prince Yonghe's mansion. You use all the rewards that Emperor Dayan gave you to subsidize those impoverished knight-errants and help their sects tide over the difficulties." ..."

"Okay, I know you've figured out my details, what exactly do you want to say?" Yan said with a straight face.

"This king wants to say, isn't there a saying in Dayan that if you don't have money, you will pay with your flesh——hmmmm!"

Yan's attack was so fast that it turned into a shadowless hand, and he poked two fingers hard at the Yamen point on the back of Usman's neck, blocking his mouth that couldn't spit out ivory.

Shuangya tilted her head curiously, looking at her master, wondering what he was humming.

"That is to say, because someone is too hated, a large group of assassins are attracted. Those assassins want to take advantage of my next game to assassinate you?" Yan looked at the Linze City drawn by Usman on the ground, and said, " Because they know you'll show up whenever it's a beast fight I'm in."

Usman nodded repeatedly.

"And when you received the news, you didn't know who the assassins were. How many of them were there? When would they attack? So you simply followed the plan and ambushed the Wuwei Ying around the Colosseum, and when they showed up, you would catch them all in one go. A smile suddenly appeared on Yan's face, and he looked at Usman and said, "But you didn't expect them to make such a big noise, even blowing up the entire Colosseum. They want to die with you hatred."

Usman gave Yan a big thumbs up, as if saying: "Yanyan, you are so smart!"

"Do you know? I'm glad you fell down with me, otherwise I would have been killed by you without even a single person buried with me." Yan's smile gradually froze and turned into a vicious expression, "Us Man, I knew that if you played chess with me, it would definitely cost you your own life!"

Now that they are trapped here, it is still unknown whether they can get out alive.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Usman hummed again.

"What did you say?" Yan was annoyed by his sobbing, and stretched out his hand to untie his dumb acupoint.

"Yanyan, why is this king willing to let you be in danger alone?" Usman said boldly, "Doesn't the current situation just show that we are a husband and wife who share blessings and sorrows together? It is indeed a marriage destined by heaven!"

Yan suddenly became furious, and wanted to touch his Ya acupoint again, but this time Usman covered his mouth with his hand first, and said nothing more.

"You are wise!" Yan wanted to ask him a lot of things, but it was inconvenient to always light the Ya acupoint, so he took the opportunity to forget it.

"Yanyan, we can stay here until Jinayali digs up these stone slabs to save us, or..."

"Or what?"

"Look at this fire pocket." Usman pointed to the flames on the fire pocket and said, "Although it doesn't vibrate much, it's always heading in one direction."

Yan took a closer look, and it was indeed the case, Huozhezi kept shivering as if he was afraid of the cold.At first, Yan thought it was due to the lack of air flow here, but after Usman reminded him, he found that the flames had been burning to the right and jumped from time to time.

"windy?"

"Very weak, but there is." Usman nodded, looking in the direction of the wind, which was the stone brick wall behind them.

The walls are made of black mud and dark red burnt bricks, and they still look like new after all these years.

But when Yan walked over to touch the bricks with his hands, he found that the surface was already brittle, and with a light touch of his finger, red and black brick powder would rustle and fall off.

"I'm afraid it's unrealistic to wait for your general to come to rescue me." Yan looked up at the broken ceiling and said, "As soon as she comes down with a shovel, this place will collapse again at any time, and we will be buried alive."

"Yes." Usman nodded.

"This wind..." Yan stretched out his palm again, and searched carefully against the brick wall. Finally, he felt a breeze as cold as ice in front of the brick on the left.

And the soil embedded in the bricks and stones, the wind can still blow over, which shows that the wind is not weak.

Since there is such a strong wind blowing, it means that there may be an open space on the other side of the wall, and it may even be connected to the ground!

But breaking the wall rashly will also cause the place to collapse completely, then they will really "die in the same hole".

Thinking about dying with Usman, and feeling the situation of "If you can't live on the same day, you must die on the same day", Yan felt that he had no choice but to escape desperately.

Just break a hole that allows people to go out, and the bearing point of the brick wall cannot be damaged.

"Get out of the way." Yan said, clenched his hands into fists, secretly calculating how much force would be just right.

"Okay." Usman dodged obediently.Frostfang is too big, almost filling this corner, it has no choice but to lower its head.

Yan took a deep breath, hit the center of the wall with a "bang" fist, and shouted in his heart: "Broken!"

Seeing the brick wall cracking and cracking a long line, running all the way up and down, Yan felt a little drummed in his heart, "Isn't it all broken?"

"Boom!"

The brick wall collapsed in an instant, dust was flying, and the wind rushed over, Yan was blinded by the wind and sand, and couldn't see anything clearly, only felt that someone hugged his waist, and he jumped out with his feet off the ground.

"Ah-choo! Ah-choo..." Shuangya sneezed eighteen times in a row!Even the hair on the tip of the tail exploded!

"Are you okay?" Usman's gentle voice rang in Yan's ear.Yan still squinted his eyes, with tears in his eyes, and his head was covered with dust, not much better than Shuangya.

"Don't rub your eyes, I'll blow." Usman leaned over, trying to help Yan blow away the dust from his eyes.

"Where is this?" Yan Ke covered Usman's face with a slap, and then broke away from his arms, choosing to wash away the dust in his eyes with tears.

His vision is still full of white flowers, and his nose is full of mud and dust.

"It seems...it's a corridor." Usman looked back and forth, and it was as dark as the stone room just now. When he jumped out with Yan just now, he didn't forget to take the fire bag.

Yan's eyes finally healed, but the eye circles were red.He looked back and saw that the house behind him had completely collapsed, and the hole he made was tightly blocked by the boulder. If Usman hadn't reacted quickly and fished him out, they would have been buried alive...

"You have great strength and I have good eyesight. We are a match made in heaven." Usman said with a smile.

In this pitch-black place, only Usman and Shuangfang can see clearly.

But Shuangfang can't speak, and it only listens to Usman, so the only "big living" Yan can count on is Usman. Thinking of this, Yan feels cold in his heart.

Yan observed here, it was too dark, but as Usman said, this is a long corridor with no end to end.

The wind is blowing, but it is not from the two ends of the corridor, but from the top of the head.

Yan looked up, and there were long strips of gray stone slabs on the corridor, just like the tomb passage in the underground imperial tomb.When Yan was a child, he followed his father, the priest, the ancestor emperor, and went to the depths of the imperial mausoleum to play, where there were many long and narrow corridors like this.

The thousand-year-old ancient city in front of you has the same superb architectural craftsmanship.Yan couldn't help feeling emotional, if it weren't for the harsh weather in Xiliang, these desert countries with countless wisdom would have dominated the world long ago.

"It's not easy." Usman also looked up at the ceiling and sighed softly, "It really is a trap."