So, who painted that painting in the villager’s house
This problem has not been solved yet, so Lu Yanli continued reading.
This mural is very strange. After a single picture, there is another picture that is extremely similar (it seems to be flipped).
The staff's progress was very slow. They needed to use very soft fine brushes to brush away the dust and mud on the wall bit by bit. Plus, there were not many people around. After watching for a while, Lu Yanli offered to help. At his firm request, the team members reluctantly handed him a set of tools.
He worked very quickly and the progress was accelerated. The three taskers knew that this was not the time to be particular. If they didn't find the jade pendant, something might really go wrong, so they came to help.
The murals are revealed little by little.
Most of the pictures seem to be concentrated on a mountain. The first few pictures seem to be meaningless landscapes, but in the later pictures, there are more movements.
Later on, there were more people, and the originally magnificent murals suddenly became simple, as if a new painter had painted them. The handwriting was childish and the lines were simple. Lu Yanli followed behind the expert, listening as he worked.
He learned painting. He had learned many skills to survive, so he had a better understanding of painting. He could see that this painting was probably about a story about a "king".
The king sat on a high throne. He liked to have fun. The picture was almost a stick figure, showing him riding a horse and hunting, surrounded by auspicious clouds. People liked him very much. A group of people gathered around him, holding weapons and cheering. There was a beautiful little girl, who was not sure if she was his sister or his lover. They were often together. The little girl was painted red, but her face was not painted. The reason why she was said to be beautiful was that a group of people were circling around her with weapons in their hands.
Further ahead, the patterns became more diverse, with some animals surrounding the little girl and a lot of clouds painted underneath, as if creating a background of gods or the horizon; the little girl and the king parted ways, both of them frowned, but their mouths made of stick drawings were smiling, which looked very strange; further ahead... Lu Yanli took a small brush and wiped off the dust on the surface of the stone wall bit by bit.
A blood-red river appeared before my eyes, encircling the entire mountain. The little girl stood in the river, only half of her body was exposed, and the people on the shore seemed to be in a bad mood, waving weapons and their mouths painted to look like they were shouting.
"This looks more like a form of sacrifice," said the expert. There was some dust on his glasses, but he still leaned in to take a closer look.
The next image is more horrifying, with a few rough lines drawn in the shape of lightning, falling in the middle of the mountain, and a curved line like a burning flame. All the little people are buried in the soil, with only their heads showing, their mouths wide open, as if they are wailing; in the next picture, the mountain has obviously turned in a different direction, and rows and rows of black stick figures symbolizing the dead stand on the mountain, surrounded by the surrounding mountains, as if... imprisoned by the mountain.
Originally everyone was busy with their own things, but in the later stages, everyone gathered around unknowingly and moved closer to take a closer look.
The expert was still explaining, the dust on the wall fell to the ground, his voice gradually became lower, and the pictures on the wall became mostly words, with only a few paintings as embellishments. Although he did not understand the words, his speed of narration gradually became smoother, as if he was not interpreting a simple picture, but really experienced this scene and told others the secrets.
"After performing several sacrifices, they gained prosperity and were able to communicate with all living things... But later, the country declined, the gods they believed in were defeated, and they had to hide in the mountains..."
"… This mountain is the last gift from God. I heard that if you live in the mountain, you will never die. Even if you die, as long as you are buried in the mountain, you can be resurrected one day…"
However, as you continue to wipe, the pattern on the wall becomes obscure and unclear, and its original appearance cannot be seen.
"What's next?" a staff member couldn't help but ask, craning his neck to look eagerly at the man who had just explained.
The man paused, looking at the dark wall and continued, "After living in the mountains, they had to hide their beliefs. They buried their ancestor, the king, here..."
"But no one expected that sixty years later, they would see their king again... Only then did they understand the meaning of this mountain being able to make people immortal..."
They followed the mural and turned a corner.
Not far in front of the corner was a small burial chamber with the door tightly closed. Originally, other staff members should have been responsible for opening the door, but everyone completely ignored it while everyone was waiting to hear the story behind the mural.
They just passed the burial chamber without noticing anything and went deeper into the passage.
When they came out, the door of the burial chamber suddenly opened.
There were numerous skeletons piled up inside, both human and animal. At the door stood two bronze soldiers in armor, holding swords and spears, with ferocious faces and eyes closed, yet they looked lifelike.
Suddenly, they opened their eyes, turned their heads a little bit, and looked in the direction where the group of people were going away.
There was a rustling sound inside the tomb, and bits of sand and thick dust were falling from the upper corners.
The entire tomb was shaking! The bones on the ground were shaking, and the various instruments suppressing them were also shaking. The few people in the dark passage were completely unaware of it. They were still mumbling stories that were not sure whether they were true or not, and slowly went deeper into the tomb.
A skeleton finally stood up tremblingly.
Then, one after another, they shook off the dust that had accumulated over the years and stood up little by little.
At the door, the two soldiers slowly turned their heads, and then they spread their legs and walked out in an orderly manner.
Whether it was living soldiers buried with the dead or metal cast statues of soldiers, their purpose was to protect the tomb owner and his property.
Now, they have to fulfill the responsibility they have been carrying out for who knows how many years.
In the next tomb chamber, with a "creak", the door of that tomb chamber... also opened.
Gradually, a chilly aura spread throughout the tomb, and the group following behind the team became smaller and smaller.
Lu Yanli always felt very uncomfortable.
What exactly is it? What went wrong
He listened to the expert's explanation and involuntarily felt a little confused. He seemed to...hear other voices.
What is it
On this day, Lin Chu finally went out.
An Ru hurriedly followed her, far behind. He had a lot of experience in tracking and knew how to avoid attracting the target's attention. After following her all the way, An Ru found that she had just gone to the library and was now sitting quietly in the library reading a book.
In the early years of the year, everyone went home and not many people stayed in the library. Lin Chu was the only one sitting at the huge desk.
She reads very quickly. She finishes one book in no time, puts it back and starts the next one.
An Ru walked around the bookshelf and stared at her quietly.
He suddenly became curious about the book Lin Chu was reading. After thinking about it, he found the book that Lin Chu had just read from the bookshelf.
After flipping through it, he made a great discovery.
Surprisingly, the books Lin Chu read were all about folklore, supernatural stories, or exploration and mystery.
Lin Chu turned to the last page of the book, turned his head sharply, and said with a gleam of lightning: "I have long wanted to ask, why have you been following me?"
Her heart was holding a small knife.
An Ru came out from behind the bookshelf and met Lin Chu's eyes.
After a few days, he became even more haggard. After his son An Xingyu disappeared and may have met with an accident, his wife also disappeared. The pain and regret of losing his wife made him fall into deep self-torture, and An Xingyu's face, which was somewhat similar to his, could no longer be seen.
Therefore, Lin Chu had no idea who he was and only took a step forward: "Why are you following me? What on earth do you want to do?"
She chose the library on purpose because it was quiet and spacious, and it was easy to pay. But she didn't expect that this person was an old man, which made her feel a little helpless.
An Ru looked at her gloomily. After a while, he smiled and said, "I am An Xingyu's father." He kept a close eye on Lin Chu's performance. He knew that this was a very smart girl who was very good at hiding her emotions.
As expected, Lin Chu did not show anything unusual. An Ru keenly noticed this and the latter's body suddenly stiffened.
Behind the two of them, without either of them noticing, a book was gently pulled out from the other bookshelf and tucked away somewhere else.
… There is no one behind the bookshelf.