During the two of them walked and stopped, they had already entered the road in front of them, shouting and scolding, laughing, and also making the atmosphere here quite relaxed, no one said anything about the other party's previous situation, as if no one would let the other party worry, one old and one young, harmonious and peaceful, it seems that for them, all the things they face are not enough to break their hearts, this may be the ancients often said that the heart has a soul.

The corridor is not dark, but there is a faint light that makes this place very soft, it is strange to say, the underground world should be extremely dark, but since they entered here, they have not found the light source, as if it is like this, and even now, Zhang Erhe has already felt that it is normal to have light, and the darkness seems strange.

The sword tower is gentle, not as sharp as the Sword Pavilion, the bet between the two turned into nothingness between a smile and a smile, but the sparkle of Yongdao once again attracted the attention of the two, what is soft? The road is dry, artificially excavated, smooth and deep, slowly going upward, endless, and on both sides of the road, every five meters, there is a beautiful mural with engraved traces, more is artificially outlined, the beauty in the painting, step by step, a smile and a smile, all with the essence of delicate, the portrait is as high as the real person, the color is delicate, there is a lake and a pavilion, the clothing is changeable, or for the blue cloth ribbon, or for the green silk gown, but after Liu Yuan and the two observed a few, the strangeness in this painting was presented.

All the murals are hooked by one person, and the chuckle turns into substance, as if to come out of the wall, the smile is euphemistic, sad and pitiful, this kind of woman who can do it regardless of whether she is beautiful or a small jasper, but she has a height that is a head higher than ordinary people, not for others, just because she is not a person at all!

Along the head down, the appearance of the country and the city is rippling, although the figure is tall, concave and convex, but when you look down, you find that all the murals do not see the woman's feet, or it can be said that she does not have any at all, under the skirt, Wu self-covered, but still painted her own characteristics, fish tail.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?" Liu Yuanzheng looked carefully, and suddenly noticed that Zhang Erhe was strange, turned his head, looked at him curiously, just for a moment, he knew in his heart that these murals should have some stories, and Zhang Erhe was just stunned, the wound that had bled before had already scabbed, but now, his arms were trembling slightly unconsciously.

"It's nothing, Yuan'er, these murals should be left by the tomb owner, let's find out if there are anything else." Yongdao has not yet walked out, Zhang Erhe is already reluctant to mention these murals, maybe he intends to hide it, but Liu Yuan is not willing to ask more at this time.

However, in Liu Yuan's view, these murals can not be given up, Zhang Erhe is looking at people, but Liu Yuan is concerned about its background, in addition to the first three, the scene has undergone a lot of changes in the inside, the first three are water, standing in front of the reef, or for the blue sky, or for the sun, the woman has a lot of smiles, it seems relaxed and happy, but the further back, the more obvious the change, to the four or five pieces, the scene is dim, not real, for the candle for the fire, the light is dim, and the woman also seems slightly displeased, the mouth is delicate, very smart.

And six to nine pictures suddenly turned, blue sky and white clouds, pavilions, women's faces have changed, dignified and beautiful, elegant smiles, if compared with the previous ones, whether it is the style of painting, or the image of the characters have undergone earth-shaking changes, although the characters are still the same, but the characters highlighted in the painting are very different, the first few are girl's makeup, and the last few have become women, and Liu Yuan has keenly discovered the strangeness of the woman's eyes, the right eye is hollow, Even his right arm hung down as if he was weak, and his smile was still the same, but the hidden sadness made Liu Yuan feel shocked.

"Something is wrong, Uncle Zhang, these paintings are too different, something is wrong, as if something is missing." Liu Yuan frowned and puzzled, the sudden change in the style of painting and even the gesture of the person who portrayed it had changed a lot, and in the latter few paintings, it seemed to be a little sharp, which was somewhat the same as the previous inscription on the stone tablet wall.

"It's really missing, and it's a very important one." Zhang Erhe's eyes were dull, and he was slightly struggling.

"What? You know? ”

"I don't know, guess." Liu Yuan pursed his lips and was dissatisfied, seeing that Zhang Erhe had no intention of speaking again, so he stopped, anyway, they didn't come here to study these, and it was useless to think more.

A person from young to famous, there are too many facts that can happen during this time, there is no head and no tail, it is impossible for him to understand, if there is no power to restrain him here, he can also use the ancient art to investigate one or two, but now, there is no restraint, the previous strong self-borrowing, has been greatly damaged, this second mana backlash is not a joke.

"Yuan'er, don't think about it, even if there is a story, it has nothing to do with us, right? Let's go, go inside and look for it. What Zhang Erhe said made a lot of sense, so Liu Yuan couldn't refute it, he was in urgent need of recuperation now, and it was his concern to finish the things here and go out to rest first.

"Let's go, then." Liu Yuan said disappointedly.

There are only nine murals, and the road is not far away, and on the walls, you can still find some strange stones with precious light from time to time, red and blue are commensurate, very moving.

"Where did all this light come from? How is it always there? The light emitted from the gem made Liu Yuan stagnate, the light seemed to be from every angle, as if it was emitted from the stone wall, and it seemed to be naturally generated, even the light refracted on the gem was like this, this is too strange, I thought so in my heart, but I didn't throw this question out, this tomb, any place is much weirder than other tombs in the outside world, just like the ability in myths and legends, even Liu Yuan, a person with thaumaturgy, can't fully explain it.

"Yuan'er, come on!" A shout interrupted Liu Yuan's thoughts, and when he looked at it, Zhang Erhe was seven or eight meters away from him at some point, and the road was still upward, but the trend had slowed down, and Zhang Erhe was attached to the wall, his face was full of surprise, but there was still a slight excitement, beckoning to Liu Yuan.

Shaking his head, he laughed at himself, answered, and stepped forward.

"Yuan'er, look at it!" As soon as Liu Yuan came over, Zhang Erhe shouted excitedly, as if he had discovered something amazing, but when Liu Yuan looked over, what he saw in front of him made him cry and laugh.

A simple depiction is unusual, without paint decoration, and the water chestnut angle can clearly be seen to be a human figure, with fluttering clothes and graceful demeanor, and there are inscriptions on the wall next to it.

"Jun is like spring into my heart, starting from the East China Sea and ending with love." It looks like it was written by a woman, and if it's good, it should be the person in the previous mural.

"Yuan'er, that's there!" I don't know why, Zhang Erhe saw the previous realistic spiritual animation, and his attitude was dull, but when he saw these rough carvings again, he was very excited, which made Liu Yuan a little strange, how can this portrait look at a handsome guy with a heroic posture, isn't it that Zhang Erhe began to like men? As soon as this idea came out, Liu Yuan was covered in goosebumps, shook his head, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"What do you think I'm doing? It's there! Zhang Erhe said dissatisfied, pointed to the carving not far from him, and strode over.

"The depths of love are suitable, and I don't see you coming to the wind and rain." Corresponding to it is a depiction, the gesture is soft, and the man in the painting is handsome and chic, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

"Uncle Zhang, I said you were excited about yarn, what's wrong? Sick? Seeing Zhang Erhe's changing expression, Liu Yuan couldn't help but feel a little contempt, he couldn't see anything from these paintings, and those few lines of lettering were nothing more than expressing the girl's feelings for spring, what was there to be happy about?

Zhang Erhe just smiled and didn't answer, and then walked forward, the third one was also average, and the tone of the lettering was also very cheerful, even a little domineering.

"Nine days are like a gentleman's cleansing of the intestines, and I will go with you to be a lang." These inscriptions all express the state of mind of the person who carved the letter, but this painting has colors that were not there before, and the ink color penetrates deep into the stone wall, which does not fit in with the surrounding colors.

"Uncle Zhang, look at this!" Liu Yuan just wiped it lightly a few times, and then noticed that something was wrong, pointed and asked Zhang Erhe to look.

The color on the portrait is deep, put it on the tip of his nose and sniff it a few times, Liu Yuan instantly frowned.

"It's blood." Liu Yuan said lightly, but found that Zhang Erhe was stunned for a while, pushed Liu Yuan away, and sniffed a few times with his nose on the stone wall.

"How so?" Zhang Erhe lost his mind, the blood stains are special, even if they are separated by thousands of years, they will leave some unusual traces, although they can't smell it, but there is a voice in their hearts.

"It's blood! It's blood! Zhang Erhe unconsciously staggered back a few steps, and the previous excitement only lasted for a while and then dissipated without a trace, followed by a long silence.