"There were a total of three hundred and forty-seven bone fossils here, varying in size and shape.
"There were no visible paths between the fossils, nor was there any discernible order or pattern to their arrangement—not by the size or completeness of the bones, nor by the species or age of the Totem Beasts. They did not even face the same direction, or the same center.
"The ground did retain a great number of scrape marks, like the claw marks of ferocious beasts.
"But those marks also crisscrossed in utter disorder, varying in depth, with no useful information to be extracted from them.
"Could it be something like Morse Code, using the number of bones or the depth of the scrape marks to derive a string of numbers, then translating those numbers into words through some special algorithm?
"No, no, no. Don't make the answer too complicated.
"This 'riddle' was meant for Turan Orcs with well-developed limbs and simple minds.
"When the Ancient Turan People built this 'Fossil Museum,' they probably did not place overly high hopes in the intelligence of their descendants.
"So the answer had to be very simple, and the clue had to be very direct—so direct that one could see it at a glance without even mastering basic arithmetic or the multiplication table!"
Meng Chao gathered his focus once more and carefully recalled the posture of every bone fossil, as well as what they had in common, trying to find the information he had overlooked.
Very soon, he discovered something extremely strange.
Judging from the spatial model he had constructed in his mind, almost no two adjacent bone fossils had been placed face-to-face.
Nor did almost any two adjacent bone fossils face the same direction.
If one took Death Trigon as the starting point and imagined