It was extraordinarily empty and silent, and there were several echoes in the deep underground tomb, which made people's hair stand upright.
Lu Twenqi immediately clamped his legs and felt a little thirsty. However, he was a stubborn and unrepentant son of a bitch, not only did not step back, but he took two steps forward.
In such a ghost place, you can never know whether it is safer to walk first or to be last.
Just when Xuan Min was about to push the stone door all the way to the end, the door suddenly knocked on something, made a muffled sound, and could no longer push it, as if it was stuck.
"There's something behind the door!" Lu Twenqi said horribly, and there was some trembling in his voice that he tried to restrain.
Xuan Min didn't rush to see what was behind the door first, but swept the general scene in front of him with the firelight—
"Mother-" Lu Twenqi finally couldn't help exclaiming.
In fact, judging from where the firelight swept, this should still be a transitional tomb passage, no different from the stone chamber just now, just narrower and longer. What really frightened Lu Twenqi was the walls on both sides of the tomb. On the walls were painted the totems of beasts that were even more terrifying than the tomb-suppressing beasts, but the color of the brushstrokes was neither ink nor color, but red. .
"This, this, is this drawn with blood?" After all, Lu Twenty-seven was still a little younger, and he was the first to panic.
How much blood does it take for such a big two totems? !
Jiang Shining was a soft-hearted child, and he shivered for a while before he reacted: "It shouldn't be, you smell, if it is really painted with blood, this tomb should be full of rust smell."
"That's right." Lu Twenqi quickly calmed down and took a deep sniff. "There is no smell of blood."
Once calmed down, there are many more details that can be discovered.
For example, the color of this totem is still a little too red. If the blood really dried on the wall, it should have turned brownish red.
"Cinnabar." Xuan Min raised his eyes and glanced at the walls on both sides.
It’s easy to say using blood and beasts in the tomb, but using cinnabar is a bit intriguing—because cinnabar has the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing ghosts, using cinnabar to paint the totem of the tomb is not to wish the people in the tomb a peaceful sleep for a hundred years or an early death , but to keep him from being born forever.
This can be described as a very stubborn practice.
Although Jiang Shining had never seen any large tombs, he was the first time in his life to wander around the graves of other people. When he was in the medical hall, he had been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and many yào materials did not need to be memorized, and they remembered their uses. But he still likes to turn over and over again when he has nothing to do with books related to yào materials, naturally including cinnabar.
"Using cinnabar to draw beasts..." Jiang Shining muttered, "Whoever hates the people in the tomb so much, how much hatred can they do such a thing."
Xuanmin waved his hand and said, "Maybe it's something evil in the tomb."
If the person buried in the tomb is always restless, the person who repairs the tomb will add cinnabar to the tomb to protect peace.
Everything is not good, Jiang Shining and Lu Twenqi will no longer speculate.
Seeing that Xuan Min had ignored the wall and turned to the back of the stone gate, they hurriedly followed.
Seeing this, Lu Twenqi's expression changed.
I saw that there was indeed something behind the stone door, so that the door could not be opened to the end. But it wasn't anything unusual, it was people who pressed against the door.
Two people, one old and one young.
The old one was curled up on the ground, covering his shoulders with one hand, his jacket was covered in mud and ash, scratched in several places, and the back of his hand was blue and purple, and he didn't know if it had fallen off or had slammed into it.
The younger one was sitting paralyzed against the wall, his eyes were closed, and his lips were pale. He looked a little weak, perhaps not as good as Jiang Shining. He was too thin and his cheekbones were particularly obvious. He was still holding dead wood branches in his hands, about three of them, entwined with red ropes, and the branches were wrong.
If Xue Xian could stick out the mouth of the bag at this time, he would find that he recognized the wooden branch tied by the red rope, and he also recognized the slumped young man—
It was none other than the Lu Shijiu they were looking for.
"Nineteen?!" Lu Twenqi was stunned for a moment, then rushed over. He was at a loss at first, wondering if he should touch Lu Nineteen. It wasn't until he confirmed that the exposed part of Lu Nineteen had no obvious scary scars, he couldn't help shaking Nineteen's shoulders.
"Nineteen? Lu Nineteen?! Wake up!" Twenty-seven shouted while shaking. Seeing that Nineteen didn't move, he pushed the old man on the ground again: "Old man Liu, old man Liu, wake up!"
Jiang Shining stepped up to go over: "I'll take a look."
But just when he was about to bend over to check, the bloodless Lu Nineteen finally accepted