Su Zimo didn't know why and sneered loudly: "If the rules of the Wuming Sect are just indiscriminate power and no entry into the Detective Sect, it would be fine! Now I don't hate Su Zixuan for being willful and reckless, I just hate myself for not recognizing the face of the Wuming Sect. .”
Before Su Zimo finished speaking, I heard the sound of a heavy palm hitting a human body from above the cell.
Su Zimo's figure was like a kite with its string broken, flying upside down from mid-air into the prison, and suddenly fell into the water.
"Sister..." Su Zixuan's screams quickly disappeared outside the cell. It seemed that she was dragged far away.
Qin Baiyi said coldly: "Close the door and blow up the passage."
I was shocked and quickly got into the water. When I touched Su Zimo who was knocked unconscious, I pulled him up from the water and held him against him. I quickly ran to the depths of the water prison. Before I could get back to fight with the strange fish, In this place, deafening explosions have occurred one after another.
The entire water prison was shaken by the explosion, and the water in the prison was blown up into the air, while rocks from the sky were falling like rain. I had to cover my ears to reduce the damage to my eardrums caused by the violent shock. It wasn't until the explosion ended that I turned around and looked in the direction of the entrance to the water cell.
I knew that Tanshen had many blasting masters, and it would be easy to blow up the door of the cell. I had no hope of being able to get out from the front, so I just glanced over there instinctively. But what I didn't expect was that after I saw it, I couldn't take my eyes away again.
After the wall of the water prison was shaken off by the explosion, pictures were revealed on the wall. Isn't this a prison cell
I took Xia Qingqing all the way back to the original place. The murals on the wall clearly appeared in front of our eyes. Xia Qingqing couldn't help but admired: "What a delicate painting. It's a bit like Western realism."
I couldn't help but frown: "Realism?"
"Is there something wrong?" When Xia Qingqing looked at me, I also shined a flashlight on the mural: "Look for yourself, judging from the paint and age of the mural, the mural here should be from around the Tang Dynasty. Tang Dynasty. There were no such vivid pigments before generations.”
Murals are different from paper paintings, and it is difficult to tell their age simply through the medium. I can only roughly estimate the time of painting based on the colors of the murals.
I continued: "Chinese painting has always focused on freehand brushwork, and oil paintings and sketches are more focused on realism. As you said, these murals are too realistic and don't seem to come from an ancient country. You are looking at the content of the murals."
Xia Qingqing said: "This mural seems to record some historical facts?"
"Yes!" I nodded and said, "This is obviously the history of a certain tribe. Look over there..."
I turned on the flashlight and shined it on the wall, and moved forward a certain distance before stopping: "This should be the beginning of the mural. This is where the ancient ancestors were worshiping God..."
"That's not right!" I stopped mid-sentence, turned on the flashlight and said to myself, "What's going on?"
Xia Qingqing looked at me and said, "What did you find?"
I drew a circle on the wall with the beam of my flashlight and said, "Look here, don't you think this place is too empty?"
"According to the painting habits of the ancestors, this kind of picture of worshiping the sky usually does not leave a large blank space. For example, if they draw a sun in this position, the pattern representing the sun should be in this position, that is, the priest's The top of the head means that the ancestors are infinitely close, or accepted by God."
"But this mural has left a large area of blank space. Does this mean that they have been abandoned by the sky?"
Xia Qingqing raised her head and looked into the sky: "I think someone must have wiped something out here. You carry me up there and I'll take a closer look."
I originally wanted to say: go up and see for yourself. But when I thought about it, I felt something was wrong. There was no place to stay on the rock wall, and you had to keep a certain distance from the rock wall to see the murals. To achieve the goal, one can only stand on the shoulders of another. It seems a little bit... when I step on Xia Qingqing's shoulders...
Xia Qingqing probably had the same idea as me. Without waiting for me to nod, she put her arms around my neck and stepped on my shoulders. I was about to raise my head to look at the wall when Xia Qingqing gritted her teeth and said, "If you dare to raise your head, I will strangle you to death."
I almost slipped out: You're not wearing a skirt. But when the words reached my lips, I swallowed them hard.
Xia Qingqing wouldn't let me look up, and I couldn't see what she was doing up there. The only thing that can be determined is that Xia Qingqing's emotions seem to be constantly fluctuating. Her feet keep moving on my shoulders, sometimes gently, sometimes fiercely, and it seems that her emotions never stop fluctuating for a moment.
Can a blank mural cause Xia Qingqing's mood to fluctuate so much
What should Xia Qingqing have discovered
I was just about to ask the other person when I suddenly saw a round blood drop falling from the sky and dripping into the water.
"Where did the blood come from?" When I suddenly looked up, Xia Qingqing also rolled over from my shoulders and fell into the water: "I completed the mural."
Xia Qingqing used his own blood to draw a fox on the rock wall.
The fox head outlined by Xia Qingqing with the simplest lines was only about an inch away from the ancient priest's open arms. It seemed that he could be embraced by the priest at any time. However, the fox head floating in the air was vaguely... The reluctance to get close to others meant that the priest desperately wanted to get close to the giant fox.
I looked at Xia Qingqing in shock and said, "How do you know that there should be a fox painted there?"
Xia Qingqing shook her head slightly: "I'm not sure. It seems that there is such a fox in my memory. I think it should be in this place?"
Xia Qingqing said quietly: "Some people have erased the records about foxes, but I always feel that they have never forgotten the existence of foxes."
"Fox? Nine-tailed fox?" I whispered to myself: "Did the people who built this dungeon worship the totem of the nine-tailed fox? This is also like the Xingtian forbidden area, a place used to execute the descendants of the nine-tailed fox. ?”
I always feel like I have caught something, but I can never find the key behind it: "Let's go look at other murals. This time, don't paint on them anymore. With the previous clues, I should You can deduce what happens next.”
As I spoke, I looked back along the direction of the mural extension. In the second mural, countless people were building a magnificent palace under the scorching sun. There is still a blank space in the distance of the construction site. Judging from the shape of the blank space, a giant fox about the size of a palace should be squatting there.
The murals extend backward one after another, recording scenes of the life and work of the ancestors. There is no blank space in the murals, but a palace appears several times in succession. That is probably the palace built by the ancestors in the second painting.
I walked along the direction of the murals, only to find that the murals in many places had been erased by life, either becoming blurry or completely disappearing. However, from the remaining murals, I could vaguely see that someone had gathered a large number of troops near the palace, and they planned to send troops to attack the palace.
After I walked through a blank area, a large number of prisoners with shackles and shackles began to appear on the murals. They were being driven to a certain place in groups. The people responsible for guarding these prisoners were the Black Fox soldiers.
Although I didn't see the specific process of the battle, I can surmise that the people who attacked the palace were not only defeated, but almost completely wiped out.
I stared at the mural for a long time before walking towards the next rock wall, but only half of the mural there was left.
When Xia Qingqing and I walked over just now, we saw that a long section of the corridor of the water prison had been forcibly blown up. The most critical section of the story told by the mural was in the section of the corridor that was blown up.
Seeing that I remained silent, Xia Qingqing whispered, "Wang Huan, do you see anything?"
"I understand, but I don't understand anymore!" I answered vaguely and then said: "There are some things that I don't know how to explain. There are secrets in this cave that we haven't found yet, and it's just In this water prison!”
I suddenly looked at Xia Qingqing with burning eyes. She was startled by me: "Why are you looking at me like this?"
I suddenly put my face close to Xia Qingqing's ear and whispered: "Actually, we have a way to find other secrets in the water prison. However, we have to let you be a fox for once. Are you willing?"
Xia Qingqing's face suddenly turned red: "You mean... you mean... it can't be done like this?"
My face also turned a lot red: "Unless we can drain all the water in the dungeon, there is no way we can find the secret here."
The two of us talked like we were playing charades again, but actually we were talking about the same thing. That is to use Chi-Fa's jealousy to lure him out, regain control of Chi-Fa, and let him take action to find the secrets in the water prison.
Putting aside the hurdle in Xia Qingqing's heart that she couldn't get over it, just bringing out the red hair required me and Xia Qingqing to be extremely intimate. After all, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend, and it is difficult for both of us to be too close.
The two of us just said a few words, each other's faces were as red as fire, and neither of us dared to look into the other's eyes.
Xia Qingqing and I were in a dilemma when we heard Su Zimo whisper: "What do you need to do? I can cooperate with you, I don't care about anything?"
Su Zimo woke up!
Her skill was not weak, and Qin Baiyi's palm did not kill her, so she just held her breath and fell into coma after being hit. She didn't even suffer any internal injuries, and it was only a matter of time before she woke up.
If I suspected that they were using a cruel trick at the beginning, I no longer had any doubts after I rescued Su Zimo.
If Qin Baiyi really wanted to use the bitter trick, her palm should at least seriously injure Su Zimo so as not to arouse other people's suspicions. Simply holding her breath with one palm would not only fail to have the desired effect, but would instead cause dissatisfaction. Necessary trouble.