A section of the corridor behind this paper door is probably closer to the hinterland of the treasure cave, and the construction is more flat and luxurious.

The walls with the never-extinguishing bronze oil lamps are painted with colorful murals. The colorful and skillful murals depict the various achievements of the master during his lifetime in a slightly exaggerated realistic way.

Those colorful murals, with simple lines and rich expressions of the characters, can be regarded as a kind of excellent and wonderful work.

These murals, if they fall into the eyes of those archaeologists in the previous life, they will be stared at and then take photos of the old man for a long time, right? Getting those exclusive publications can probably be regarded as an astonishing discovery across the ages.

It's a pity that what I see today is only for those who are not very interested in writing and painting.

Catching a glimpse of the sighing look on Xiao Yu's face, Nangong Wang Ye snorted coldly on the side:

"It's really rare for a layman like you to suddenly understand how to seriously appreciate other people's paintings, ha......"

Uh, what a word!

In addition to being a little greedy, this girl actually has a wide range of interests, a wide range of knowledge, and a small good job!

Xiao Yu turned his head a little dissatisfied, and was about to sneer at each other, when his eyes flashed, Xiao Yu suddenly found that a faint black shadow swept by the side of Nangong Wangye.

What is this?! Phantom? Ghosts?

Xiao Yu was taken aback, and the original impetuous words were suddenly forced to retreat.

The prince of Nangong didn't notice it, and continued to talk eloquently:

"There should be a lot of machinery here. Yu'er didn't concentrate on dealing with it carefully, but paid attention to these dispensable murals, which can really be regarded as sacrificing! If there is no audience, no matter how high the style is, what is the use? ”

Well, the prince, you might as well say it directly, this king has never thought you were vulgar by nature, but you are pretending to be forced here, what's the use?!

yes, that's how it goes. In this, there are ghosts everywhere, and it is really not a good place to pretend to be forced.

His eyes swept over his side, Xiao Yu tightened his sleeves, and after all, he lowered his head silently like a well-behaved quail.

Okay, you're powerful, you're domineering, Yu'er for the time being, let's listen to you.

After thinking about it for a lifetime, Xiao Yu suddenly felt that the light in front of him seemed to be a little darker.

A large stream of pale black mist came out of nowhere, thick, approaching the two of them little by little.

In the mist, there were a large number of armored soldiers with swords, guns and arrows in their hands, slowly coming towards them.

In the dim light, Xiao Yu could even see the cold glow reflected by the weapons in their hands.

All the armor soldiers wore black metal masks on their faces, and they couldn't see their specific faces, except for two round holes in the upper part that could reveal their eyes.

Moreover, the strangest thing is that these armored soldiers, one by one, are clearly armed with blades and armor, and they walk without making even the slightest sound.

Xiao Yu only felt that his breathing slowed down, his palms were cold, and the hand holding the sleeve of Nangong Wangye became pale.

only secretly complained in the bottom of his heart:

Oh my God, what's going on?

Could it be that it was because he didn't bow down sincerely enough just now, and the old man on the painting knew that he sent a large group of Yin soldiers to teach him a lesson?