The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 292: I have to fulfill my responsibilities during my lifetime. How can an inch of land belong to others?

"I know I know."

Shen Le kept comforting him, opened his arms, and slowly walked towards the Alloy Boss.

As he walked, he tried his best to think of soothing and comforting words in his mind, regulate his breathing, and adjust his mood, hoping that this peaceful and tranquil aura could be transmitted to the Alloy Boss.

As for how to convey the message and whether Tongpian is willing to help, that is another matter.

In short, if there are dates, hit it with a stick, and if there are no dates, hit it with a stick...

"I know that your friend is dead. He passed away." Shen Le slowed down his voice and said slowly:
"But Lao Jin, your friend is a human being. He is a mortal. His life span is limited after all...

Besides, when he went to explore the secret realm, he was already quite old, wasn't he? 50? 60?"

"Not 50! Only 49! 49!"

Alloy Boss cried out in pain. Shen Le quickly raised his hands:
"Yes, yes, 49, not even 50. But compared to a cultivator, this is quite old, isn't it? It's hard to enter the sect, and you won't be able to achieve immortality..."

When you come to look for him, when you think you will find him, you should be mentally prepared that you will find a pile of dry bones in a grave!

Why are you still so angry and sad? You should know that he can't live for hundreds of years and live until you come to find him...

"But he was killed!"

The Alloy Boss shouted even more miserably. He shrank a little, and turned slightly to let Shen Le look along his body:
At the end of the line of sight, between several large trees, stood a corpse. Rather than standing, it was more like being nailed to a large tree.

A spear... maybe, maybe, it might have been a spear, pierced through the heavy armored chest and nailed the armor to the tree trunk.

As time passed, the spear shaft or the spear handle had completely rotted away and could no longer be seen. Only a dark metal strip in the armor fixed it in place, never moving.

Below the tree trunk, skirt armor, greaves, iron boots, and helmets were scattered here and there around the tree roots.

The helmet rolled the farthest, already rolling more than ten feet away. Inside the helmet, a pair of black eyes stared at him from afar...

The golden glow on the top of the helmet and the breastplate, which had not been corroded after hundreds of years, and the fine carvings and decorations indicated the identity of the owner.

When he was alive, he must have been a high-ranking general, a general of the Ming army. But he died, died in this secret place, stabbed to death, nailed to a tree...

"He was killed! He was besieged and killed! If I had found him earlier, if I had gone with him, he would be fine. I could have saved him!"

Shen Le sighed deeply. He was so obsessed with eating that he didn't spend time with his friends, causing his friends to die in the secret realm. This incident would be a permanent pain for the Alloy Boss...

He slowed down his pace and walked forward step by step, trying to be as slow and calm as possible so as not to upset his grieving friend:
"I know, I know. But at that time, you would have suffered great losses. If you didn't eat enough and followed him directly, perhaps you would have perished here with him. Look at this formation, how powerful it is..."

While comforting him softly, he walked up to the Alloy Boss, stood on tiptoes and hugged his head.

She stretched out her arms and stroked his tangled, hard hair.

"Can you get smaller first? Can you get out of the way first? Let the staff go over and collect the remains of your friend... After all, he has to be buried in peace, right?"

"But they even collect the bones of bad guys! They even collect the bones of the people who killed him!" Alloy Boss shouted angrily.

Shen Le's ears were buzzing, his chest was stuffy, and he was almost knocked unconscious by him. He let go of his hand, subconsciously took a step back, mobilized the heat flow to heal himself, and then calmed down:

"They also need to study the cause of death of these people. Also, they need to use the marks on these people to reconstruct the situation of this formation and the damage caused by this formation.

Now that we have studied it well, it will be easier to go deeper into the formation, right? We won’t be trapped again, and then you will have to desperately save it…”

Shen Le soothed him slowly. The hard hair on the alloy boss' body gradually softened, and the texture of metal gradually changed to that of animal hair. His body shrank in circles, and finally, it finally turned into a human form:

"No matter what, you can't bury those who killed him! No!"

"Okay, okay. We won't bury them, build a grave, or erect a tombstone for them." Shen Le made soothing promises, pulled the Alloy Boss aside, and gestured to the staff.

Soon, a group of staff members hurried forward and spread out transparent acrylic sheets on the ground nearby. Then, they stepped on the sheets and walked to the side of the body, methodically taking pictures, pictures, and more pictures.
After shooting the whole scene, shoot the details. After shooting the details, shoot each bone specifically, or even the specific parts of each bone.

After all the filming was done, another group of people came up, wearing gloves, and began to pick up pieces of bones, pieces of iron, and even pieces of wood on the ground and put them into transparent specimen bags.

Put numbers on them, put them in storage boxes, fill a box and take it away, fill another box and take it away...

"They are so slow..."

Alloy Boss watched for ten minutes, but he still hadn't seen them finish cleaning up the first body. He lost his patience and wanted to kick them out. Shen Le watched with great interest: "Field archaeology is like this... You should be thankful that they didn't use a small brush to brush the soil, otherwise, it would probably take a year to finish?"

He dragged Alloy Boss out of the area, told him to have a good rest, went back to the cave, revealed his identity as a graduate student in the Archaeology Department of University B and a non-staff expert, and asked for help.

Soon, his request was approved, and he received a white coat and a pair of gloves. The teacher in charge gave him earnest instructions:

"Pick up anything that looks valuable, put it in a specimen bag, and remember to number it. Although you are in the field of cultural relic restoration, you should know the basics, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Shen Le nodded vigorously. Although they don't do field archaeology, when they are repairing ancient buildings, they inevitably have to take pictures, dismantle, place, and number them.

The only thing that may make him worse than these professionals is that he cannot get the things and quickly judge the relevant information:
"Tsk - many of the people who followed here are still teenagers. Look here, the epiphyseal line has not closed yet -"

A teacher in charge held up a long bone and shone a flashlight on it. Shen Le leaned over to look at it for a while, but could not make sense. He could only see that he was holding up a long bone, probably a femur or something like that:
"Where? Where is the epiphyseal line?"

“Although I’m young, my living conditions are very difficult.”

Next to him, another teacher picked up another skull and looked at it from left to right. Seeing Shen Le approaching, he raised the skull with a good temper and pointed out the teeth inside to Shen Le:
"Look at the degree of tooth wear. Touch your own teeth. If you hadn't been eating coarse grains and bran for a long time, you wouldn't have had this reaction..."

"The deceased was older..."

"Isn't this deceased a Han Chinese? Look at the shape of this skull..."

"This deceased person's arm must have been chopped off before he died. Look at the broken bone..."

Shen Le looked left and right, feeling like a complete novice who didn't understand anything. By the way, why was there a forensic anthropology expert among the experts who came in this time?

How many experts in various fields has the Special Affairs Bureau recruited to help explore this secret place?

In short, with the collection and analysis of bones, weapons, armor and other items at the scene, what happened that year was restored bit by bit by experts like a scroll.

Most of the remains scattered in the woods had no armor around them, or rather, no traces of armor were found;

However, among the remains surrounding the nailed general, some of them had traces of armor on their bodies.

Rotting leather armor, rotting iron sheets, rotting, extra-thick cotton clothes, arrows that had pierced through the armor but were blocked by the armor sheets...

"The living conditions of those wearing armor are much better, and the degree of tooth wear is obviously much less than that of the other group of people..."

"It can be determined that the party wearing armor is the Ming army, and the identity of the other party can basically be determined... They should be the Jurchens who lived nearby at that time..."

"The Ming army is too small... only about one-tenth of the number, tsk..."

The experts circled around, searching inward in a spiral shape, with the remains nailed to the tree as the center. After a round of searching, they basically restored the previous battle scene:
The vast majority of the Ming army died in battle. They were outnumbered and were shot to death by arrows, stabbed to death by guns, and hacked to death by swords.

They surrounded their commander, retreated step by step, and fought until the last moment.

Their commander's usual gilded long sword was not held tightly in his hand, but was inserted into a stone altar in the middle of the dense forest not far behind him.

The blade slashed heavily into the stone altar, creating a huge crack. In the center of the stone altar, a white jade disc was shattered into pieces, and the lines engraved on it were directly cut off...

"What is this for?"

The archaeological work here was obviously beyond the capabilities of the experts. Shen Le stood out from the crowd and knelt down beside the stone altar, pressing the surface of the stone altar with one hand and the white jade disc in the middle with the other.

The copper plate hummed, and countless streams of light flew up quietly from all directions, like fireflies, fell into the disc and disappeared.

Shen Le closed his eyes slightly, feeling the remaining power on the stone altar and the disc, and the information fed back to him by the copper plate. After a long, long time, he let out a long breath:

"This is the center of the control array... Strictly speaking, it is the hub of the 'door opening', which can open the secret realm and allow people to enter and exit normally..."

The Ming general found himself outnumbered and would rather smash the hub with a single blow than leave all the Jurchens here...

Stay here and prevent the Jurchens who have obtained the power of the immortals from returning to the outside world and becoming enemies of the Ming Dynasty...

What my Ming Dynasty cannot obtain, you, don’t even think about getting!

We must fulfill our responsibilities during our lifetime. How can we allow an inch of this land to belong to others?
　Cat asks a question:
　　Can the Fengling Yueying Sect enjoy the scenery in Heimalo?
　　If possible, the cat would like to buy it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)