paradox

According to what I said, Xiaomo calmed down and put his palm on the wall. After a while, "No, maybe not."

She frowned slightly, "No, I didn't feel anything."

I wanted to explain to her that I heard the heartbeat of the wall and the breath of the tomb, but I didn't, this inexplicable feeling only affects our emotions now.

"It's okay." I regained my strength and stood up, "Low blood sugar, I lost control for a while."

"Want to eat?" Mo Han had already opened his backpack.

"No need, I'm not hungry yet." There's not much food left, so I can't waste it at this pass, "Is the map still in the bag? I'll take a look when I think of the next room, otherwise we'll keep going in circles here, won't we I'm back with Deng Zhixin again."

We just entered the hidden rooms on both sides of the corridor, some of which had secret compartments, but there was no way to go any further.

"Okay, I've been to the room in front. Let's go in and study the three maps and Luoshu first." Xiao Mo was worried that I could walk alone, and kept supporting him, and even asked Han Lin who was walking in the front guide the way.

On the periphery, there are extraordinarily many vines coiled on the walls, almost covering the murals.Think about it carefully, isn't this the place where Xiao Mo kissed me?

"Tong Xin, sit there and rest for a while." Han Lin arranged for me while opening his backpack. When the zipper was opened, a pungent smell of blood came out.

It may be a recent incident that made me particularly sensitive to the smell of blood.

Sure enough, out of the three round cakes that Han Lin took out from his bag, two of the backs were stained with a large amount of blood, and the dried blood remained on them, followed by Luo Shu, which did not change much.

"Someone came into the room while we were resting." Han Lin took out another piece of A4 paper from his backpack. There was also a circular pattern on it, and the word present was written directly below the pattern, which was also in bright red.

Although the round cake is hollowed out, the patterns are all on the same level. If there is ink, it can indeed be used to rub on the paper, but this map needs to be added by two round cakes, and it only needs to be stretched once more.

According to this principle, "that person" painted blood on the map as paint and spread it on this A4 paper.

"Brother Han is sleeping next to the stone gate, so it's impossible not to feel someone coming in." I denied this idea.

"I got up half an hour earlier than you and went out to fetch water. I don't know if anyone came in during this time." Han Lin blamed himself.

"Brother Han, don't blame yourself, we didn't have an accident!" Wen Di patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "If this person wants to harm us, we have already done it. Do we need to keep this picture?"

"Wendi is right. I heard those conspiracy theorists say that we are all pawns manipulated by higher intelligence, and life is just a game. If this is the case," I pointed to this picture The above point, which was obviously specially marked by someone, is the room where we rested before, "In this round, the people who manipulated us must have spent a lot of money."

Mo Han and Xiao Mo also agreed with my point of view, "We will have to start from scratch when we go back. It is better to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

"We are now four rooms away from the previous room." Mo Han's right index finger moved from the original origin position to the right, and slowly slid to our current position. Without an accurate unit of measurement, she could only use the number of rooms as a rough explanation , "According to the mark above, there should be a passage in the next room leading to the depths."

The map shows that the tomb is circular, and the periphery, which is where we are, is divided into two parts. One part is from the main entrance to the room of the gravekeeper, and the other part is facing here. I have not been to it yet. .

According to the path Wen Yu took before, they should have entered the inner circle from the nearest road, but it was still far away from the main tomb. Three separate spaces, unimaginably empty.

Going in is the left and right burial chambers, and the deepest part is the main tomb. Of course, our purpose this time is to find Jing Yan and ask the real way to leave, not this dangerous tomb visit.

"Let's go in first, the space is so big, the chance of meeting Jing Yan will be greater, even if she is one step ahead of us, there must be clues on the road, we can follow along the road." I suggested, there is still a day, too late hesitated.

"Just do it!"

At the beginning, I was afraid that it would be difficult for everyone to agree, but everyone reached a consensus.

Let’s just say that the owner of the tomb is strange. He doesn’t even leave a formal door in a good room. We have to find those organs to open it. Fortunately, with a map, we can roughly figure out the location of the secret room, and finding the door is more efficient.

I kept feeling my right arm muscles, if I had them, twitching, and rolled up my sleeves to take a look while they weren't looking.

The cyan veins appear and disappear, and I don't know when it has reached my biceps, and the capillaries are replaced by this cyan vein. The source is that I move down along it, the index finger of my right hand.

The location where it was scratched by vines.

I re-examined my abnormality, and my sense of hearing, vision, and smell have doubled, and I can still observe normally in the dark.

Heartbeats on the walls, and the sound of breathing in the air.

I thought of Wen Yu and her place of burial again, could it be that I was infected?Or was it assimilated here?

No matter which one is the result I want, my only wish now is to go out alive with Xiao Mo, and I don't expect to be safe and sound.

After I go back, I will quit my job at the firm, find a job with a low salary but enough free time, and live with Xiaomo for ten years, 20 years, 30 years... and give back all the time I missed before.If God is unwilling to grant even such a humble wish, I will hold the short knife in my pocket tightly, and I will kill myself before losing control.

"The door is open." This time it was Mo Han who found the entrance. Behind the stone door was a row of downward stairs, which had been left unattended for a long time and covered with cobwebs.

Han Lin picked up the torch and picked the spider web away, opening a path for us. The stairs are pseudo-spiral, with edges and corners. After three turns, we finally touched the flat ground again.

The space is really "empty"!There are hundreds of coffins neatly placed in the field that can't be seen at a glance. This is only a conservative estimate. According to the map, this should be an arc-shaped space, but it is completely invisible from here. round.

"Ghost hitting the wall" means that when walking at night or in the countryside, I can't tell the direction, my self-perception is blurred, and I don't know where to go, so I keep turning in circles.Comparing the current situation with the ghost hitting the wall, if you don't know in advance, if you keep going, you may become the burial of these undead.

"How rich do you think the people buried here should be!" Wen Di sighed, "What we saw outside were just scraps."

She rushed to the "thousands of coffins" in a hurry, and patted the lids like countless treasures, "These are all made of rosewood, and they are very precious now."

"Even if you are precious, you can't move the whole thing back!" I slapped her hand away, "Don't worry about the things of the dead."

"Isn't this a professional habit of mine!" Wendi chuckled.

People who have been dead for hundreds of years, it is still creepy to have so many coffins here.

"The murals here are different from those outside." I shone my flashlight on the surrounding walls. It was no longer the three rabbits chasing each other in the room, nor the sun, moon and stars in the corridor, but a more systematic painting. The story is painted on the walls of the tomb.

I have also heard before that some ancient people would record their own stories and pass them down for generations.

The owner of the tomb is so proud, so he will not be stingy with the murals. From here, the story begins.

The first picture is the scene of hundreds of officials worshiping each other. Each person has a different shape, and even the clothes are carved lifelike. Sitting in the center is a bearded man in a yellow robe with his hands slightly closed, accepting the worship of the officials, which is very impressive.This also just verified the guess before hearing the flute that the owner of this tomb must have such inextricable relationship with the royal family.

In the second picture, the emperor leads a group of children to a banquet, and among them he is very fond of the little girl in red, which can be seen from the fact that he specially gave her a seat.The dignitaries in the court also brought their families, the most eye-catching ones were the old general in armor, the young man beside him, and the prime minister's family sitting opposite.

Since ancient times, the left is respected, which is why I guessed the identity of the family. The prime minister's pair of children dressed in plain clothes are not as high-spirited as the young man before, but more bookish.

The protagonist of the third picture is no longer the emperor, but the girl in red who was sitting next to the emperor at first, and now she has changed into a Chinese dress.She was holding a bamboo slip in her hand. The white-faced boy was standing in front of her with his long sword behind him, and the little sister in the palace banquet was hiding behind him on the other side.

Then they seemed to be friends. The little princess in red was reading the bamboo slips under the shade of the tree, and the shy little girl was no longer timid, and leaned against her to rest, while the boy practiced sword in front of them.

After that, the world was in chaos, half of the mural was covered in flames, the prime minister in purple and the old general were executed, the young man was sent to the frontier, and the whereabouts of the brother and sister were also unknown.

The little princess is still a princess, but she no longer wears red clothes, but white clothes and blue shirts instead.

I continued to walk forward, my neck was already sore from looking up for a long time, but I still wanted to read on. These murals seemed to have a magical power to catch people.

On the surface, the princess is a well-behaved princess in the court, but behind her is the owner of a large organization. At this time, she put on a mask, and the two faces are separated by white lightning in a picture.

Princess Suyi searches for the whereabouts of the siblings every year. The desert, the wild, the snow-capped mountains... all leave her traces, but after a long time, only the little girl was found, and when they met again, she was already dying under the tower.

In the next picture, the little girl became the princess' personal bodyguard, and then went looking for her brother.

The princess was in tears, and the princess who had always been aloof in the mural finally shed tears in the arms of her personal guard, and the brocade clothes were wrinkled.

I thought she would give up, but an accident happened. The white-clothed boy followed the returning major general, the former boy boy, back to the capital, and came before the princess.

Another bloodbath begins. The emperor dies, and the uncle of the emperor fights for power with the prince. In the painting, the princess shows her position by protecting the prince in her arms.

Both sides were hurt, the prince was killed, and the uncle was also killed by the princess.A country cannot be without a king for a day, the princess has become the next heir, and there is another guard by her side.

The once-prosperous country is slowly falling apart. The boy in white clothes suddenly discovered his secret. A cloud of black mist poured out from behind him.The ministers asked for the monster to be killed, but the princess, now the queen, smiled and stroked the boy's ugly cheek, obviously knowing the secret long ago.

The last scene is a fragmentary scroll, the young man falls to his death from a cliff, and the princess holds a dagger in her chest, intending to commit suicide.

"Does such a monster really exist?" I asked.The appearance of this monster is very different from Wen Yu's appearance before his death.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a monster, but it can also be extended to a secret that cannot be tolerated by nature, behaviors that risk the disgrace of the world, etc." Wendi explained, "The crime of deceiving the emperor is often shown in this way of expression. I've seen a lot."

"After reading the story, we are now at the exit." Xiao Mo clapped his hands and called us over.

There are two arched exits, one up and one up, leaving us with few choices, we can only go through the bottom one.