Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Mysterious Mural!

Ling Lan, who was forced to extract consciousness by the learning space, waited for her eyes to open her eyes again, but found that she had not entered the space of a certain tutor, nor was she in the hall of the learning space with the fourth child, but in an extremely dark passage.

Ling Lan couldn't help frowning, she was no stranger to the channel, once, the pervert of the No. 5 tutor, there was such a similar scene, of course, that experience was definitely not good, so Ling Lan didn't like this environment very much.

However, Ling Lan also knew that whether she liked it or not, she had to stay here, and there was no room for bargaining in the study space.

Ling Lan waited for a long time, but she didn't see a mentor come out, her brows furrowed even tighter, what the hell is going on?

"Hey, is there anyone?Mentor No. 1?Mentor No. 5?Mentor No. 9?" Ling Lan shouted, she didn't want to waste her time waiting, you must know that outside, Qi Long was still waiting to fight her, and she didn't want to miss the appointment.

Ling Lan only answered the echo of the fading away in the passage, no one responded to Ling Lan at all, Ling Lan thought about it, then reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a somewhat helpless tone: "Little Four, stop playing, come out quickly." ”

originally thought it was Xiao Si's prank, but unfortunately, there was still silence when she answered Ling Lan, Ling Lan was confused, could she have guessed wrong?

Ling Lan's brows furrowed, and her eyes swept around the passage, hoping to find some clues, if it was a test, the learning space would definitely have some hints.

The light in the passage was not very good, she could only see a distance of about ten meters, and there was a rich black in front of and behind her. It's like a black hole that can swallow a qiē, and it's so quiet that it's suffocating.

Ling Lan slowly took a few steps forward. The gaze became even darker, and Ling Lan narrowed his eyes slightly. Adapting himself to this near-dark light, Ling Lan thought that it was likely to be dark next, but he didn't expect the vision in front of him to be a little brighter, and then he found that there was a small plane two meters from the wall on the right, and a small oil lamp was placed on it, which was revealing a little light, lighting up the surrounding area of several meters.

"It's really a slam on the door, won't it be a little bigger, a little brighter?" Ling Lan was a little dissatisfied, as a girl. She really hates the dark.

As soon as Ling Lan's muttering fell, her face was stunned, because she found that the front and back of her body had once again turned into a rich black, without any light.

"It looks like this passage has a curvature. This was the only way to obstruct her vision and prevent her from seeing the light of the next oil lamp.

Ling Lan continued to walk, the corner of her eye as she walked into the darkest place again. She couldn't help but sigh "Huh". She felt that the walls there didn't seem to be as flat as she had just seen, but high and low, as if there was something.

Could it be that there is some mystery on the wall, or is it the message of the test? Ling Lan felt a burst of excitement in his heart. She stepped back and came to the oil lamp, and one flew away. So he took down the oil lamp.

"It seems that a small oil lamp can be taken down. There's a reason I've overlooked that. Thankfully, my amazing eyesight allowed me to see things that ordinary people couldn't see, and I didn't miss them. Ling Lan was glad, but her heart became more cautious, she felt that the test of this learning space was not simple, there was no instruction from the tutor, and there was no systematic prompt, she even suspected that if she couldn't find the key point hidden in it, it was likely that she would keep going around in this passage until she found it, or she would never find it until she died in it......

Ling Lan shook her head fiercely, warning herself not to scare herself, she picked up the oil lamp, leaned against the wall and walked forward, finally, the uneven piece of the wall she felt showed its original appearance, it turned out to be a vivid mural.

Ling Lan held the oil lamp aloft and used the light to make the entire mural appear in front of her eyes.

Ling Lan only felt a murderous aura rush towards him, and Ling Lan gasped. On the screen, the corpses are scattered, the limbs are broken, and the faces of the corpses that can still distinguish their facial features vividly portray an expression - fear, the fear of extreme despair.

And in the middle of this pile of corpses, there is a person standing straight, who is looking at the surrounding Qiē with a smile on his face, as if admiring, and as if enjoying the bloody feast in front of him. At the same time, in his hands, he was now grasping the head of a baby who was still swaddling, his fingers had been buckled in, and countless streams of blood buried the baby's face......

Ling Lan only felt a chill hit her heart, she clearly felt the mood of the murderous demon king in the picture, not crazy, not distorted, but an extreme calmness, he was enjoying this qiē, killing is just a game, there is no so-called human nature.

Does this still belong to the category of human beings? Ling Lan endured the discomfort and continued to walk forward, and after more than ten meters, another mural appeared, which was completely different from the one just now, this time, the picture was densely packed with living human beings, they were all prostrate on the ground, and many of them were looking up at a certain high place, although the faces that were slightly leaking were different, but one thing was the same, that is, their eyes were full of fanatical faith. And their focus, the highest point of the picture, is a figure who looks like a god, holding a divine scepter, smiling like a spring breeze and looking down at his feet, all his followers.

I don't know why, Ling Lan, who was supposed to feel beautiful and sunny, also felt a coldness, she always felt that the smile of that god was with a kind of mockery and disdain, as if what he saw in his eyes was just thousands of ants.

Ling Lan's brows furrowed even tighter, what did these murals tell her? Ling Lan knew very well that the study space would not give useless pictures, if it was not meaningful, the sides of the passage should be smooth, not to mention that it was so deeply hidden.

Ling Lan is not a person who bothers him, since he can't figure it out now, then move on and look for answers.

Then one mural after another appeared, taking Ling Lan into the devil's world, the dream world, the elven god world, and the savage beast world...... All kinds of strange and wonderful worlds were presented in front of Ling Lan one by one, which shocked Ling Lan at the same time, but also confused, what do so many murals that cannot be linked together refer to?

Ling Lan just looked at the flowers like this, one after another. About half an hour had passed, and the countless murals made Ling Lan dizzy to see. Another new mural has appeared.

This time, Ling Lan's footsteps stopped. She was greatly surprised, because this mural was completely different from the murals she had seen just now, it was no longer the story of those gods and devils, but the growth history of an ordinary human being.

Yes, it is a long mural divided into six panels, and although the pictures are different, they tell the same protagonist.

In the first frame, he has a confident smile, and his eyes are excited and apprehensive. Carrying his own weapon, the Great Sword, he walked out of his own world. In the picture, behind the protagonist is a sea of golden rice, which is the harvest season and a paradise.

In the second square, he arrives in a bloody world, where he sees a hell where a gang of robbers is burning and looting in a village. Enraged, the young and righteous man drew his sword behind him and fought the robbers.

Immediately followed by the third square, behind him. Countless young people followed him and raised all kinds of weapons to fight back, and finally killed these robbers. And then, the villages that have been destroyed. The people who are still there are willing to follow in his footsteps.

In the fourth square, they help those who are also in need along the way. Take up arms to protect yourself and protect others, at this time. More people gathered around him.

In the fifth square, two different camps fought each other, and he stood in the middle of one of them, raising his sword and pointing at the enemy, shouting to attack, and countless warriors who followed him heroically rushed forward and killed the enemy.

And in the last square, he sat on the dragon chair representing the imperial power, with a smile on his face, and the warriors who followed him were raising their arms and shouting, their faces full of joy and excitement, they had defeated all the enemies who persecuted them, and established their utopia......

"Have you made a contribution?" Ling Lan faintly felt a little strange in his heart, after all, the stories told earlier were similar to gods and devils, and it was really a bit unacceptable to come to a history of human struggle all of a sudden. Ling Lan only stopped for a moment, and when she finished looking at the mural, she continued to choose to move forward.

After not taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, as if she had thought of something, and hurriedly took a few steps backwards, returning to the first frame she saw at the beginning, and then, she jumped directly to the sixth grid, and then saw Ling Lan's originally indifferent face, and suddenly became stern.

"Does this painting want to tell me about the depravity of a person's heart? gaining power but losing his truest self? Is it worth it or not? Or is there any other deep meaning?" Ling Lan's brows furrowed even tighter, and the smile of the protagonist in the first frame was sincere, enthusiastic, and warm. But by the sixth square, the same smile has become hypocritical, perfunctory, and even cold.

Ling Lan looked at the smile of the sixth protagonist seriously, the more she looked at it, the more strange and uncomfortable she felt, maybe Ling Lan had been staring at it for a long time, she felt that the smile on the protagonist's face was getting deeper and deeper, and at the same time, the coldness in the depths of his eyes was more obvious. Even, Ling Lan vaguely sensed a killing intent.

Ling Lan's heart was suddenly startled, and she just wanted to jump away from this mural, but found that her body couldn't move.

Damn, what happened, and why couldn't she move?

At this time, Ling Lan found that in the mural, the protagonist's originally gray-white eyes actually appeared a strange black, and then expanded rapidly, and finally the entire mural turned into a terrifying black vortex. (To be continued......)

PS: As everyone said, ready to go home for the New Year, these two days are busy finishing the business in hand, the evening is the company's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, it is very late, so there is no time code word update, please forgive me to think about the next few days may be suspended, I here first tell you about my update scheduling time, today to continue to update, wait for a while there should be a more to make up, and then Wednesday will be updated again, and then you have to take leave to rest and stop for two days (home time), if a qiē shun lì, February 1 will begin to resume fù daily change。 Gossip aside, I still have to continue to code words, at least I have to make up a chapter to ask for understanding, ashamed.