The people in the back soon saw these little snakes as well, and I heard Liuzi take a sharp breath of cold air, more cowardly than me, vomited twice, covered his mouth and waved his hand to retreat to the corner: "I won't look at it...... Look at it. The third master glanced at him and warned him not to touch anything here, and then we continued to look down.

In the third painting, snakes are still visible, densely packed and criss-crossed, woven into a dense and thick web. It's really hard to describe, and it just so happens that I'm the kind of person who has a very strong sense of the picture, these little snakes have begun to wriggle in my head, and I can even see the white, thin scales showing out of their abdomen as they roll, entwining with each other, gnawing, sliding, glowing with small patches of oily light...... My brain suddenly pinched, so painful that I immediately covered my head, closed my eyes, and didn't dare to look at it again, but fortunately it was very fast, and it didn't hurt anymore, I breathed a sigh of relief, slowly opened my eyes, and tried not to look at the snakes in the middle of the relief, only to look at the whole thing, only to find that there was a slender square around the snakes, my eyelids jumped, and I sighed, isn't this a fucking coffin, is it ...... Are these snakes dead? However, I have never heard of making a coffin for a snake.

As soon as I said my question, the third master said, "No, these snakes are for burial, you see. As he spoke, he pointed his two fingers to the middle of the snakes, and I looked at it, almost without being frightened, and a pair of human eyes actually appeared in the middle of the little snake that was like twisted flowers, thin and long, similar to the belly of a snake, and I couldn't see it if I didn't look closely. I suddenly felt a churning in my stomach, as if it was myself lying in the coffin, countless small snakes crawled over my body, burrowed into my throat, entangled my internal organs, my throat was sore, I wanted to vomit, I hurriedly bent down, vomited for a long time and did not vomit anything. The third master took one look at me, and asked Ah Chen to help me to the side to rest, I shook my head, slowed down for a while, and walked towards the last painting.

People like me are born to commit Tai Sui, obviously timid and fatal, but their curiosity is particularly strong, in these things that will happen in the future, thinking about it now, it is not that there is no room for maneuver, as long as I am willing to nod my head at that time and withdraw from this cycle of death, maybe I will not fall to the field where I am today, and they will not be like this...... But then again, if I were given another chance to choose, I think I would still go on so persistently, and I would not die until the Yellow River, and I would not cry when I saw the coffin.

There are so many mysteries that puzzle me, and there are too many people involved, some of them are my brothers and sisters, some of them are my elders, and some of them are people as important as my life, if I just want to be a bystander, I am indifferent to them leaving me one after another, I'm sorry, I can't do it. So, in the next thing, although there was a person who wanted to kick me out of the game more than once, to save my life, but I disappointed him again and again, desperately running to the center of the whirlpool, no way, probably I was born cheap.

When we looked further back, it was gone, the fourth wall was pitch black, as if it had been burned by fire, I dipped my finger in a little black powder from the wall, put it under my nose and smelled it, and immediately I smelled a faint stench, like gasoline, and considering the degree of ventilation here, the painting should have been destroyed no more than a week, at the earliest two or three days ago. I was stunned for a moment, which means that two or three days ago, someone had already been to this tomb and burned the last painting with a torch?!

The first thing that came to my mind was the junior brother and the cold bench, they had a map in their hands, and they may have walked here before, which means: first, our route is crooked, which is very likely to be correct, second, they don't want us to see the last picture, and third, they are still alive. After analyzing this, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that in this kind of place, the absence of news may be good news in itself.

But then I thought about it, my old mistake again, what is painted on the fourth wall, why don't they let us see the cold bench? To go into more detail, did you deliberately not let me see it, or did you not let the third master and uncle see it? This feeling of watching only half of the story is very urgent, as if an episode of a TV series is in the middle of a pinch, and suddenly the power goes out,! I couldn't stand this feeling of seeing half and leaving half behind, so I asked Qiao Fuzi if he had heard of this story.

Qiao Fuzi didn't show off this time, just stared at the black wall thoughtfully, and paused for a while before saying: "Actually, the story is already halfway through the story, we might as well string it together first, and then see if we can guess the ending." Several of us agreed, and there was no way to do it, so Qiao Fuzi continued: "Then I will say first, if there is anything different from what you understand, you will bring it up later." The first painting should have no practical significance, that is, it is talking about snakes, from the second one, it is about a person with special skills, who can drive thousands of snakes to obey him, and even carry him a sedan chair as a slave, this person we will call him 'snake king' for the time being! The snake king's ability is very great, he is not satisfied with being an ordinary person, one day he discovered a secret art, which can make people immortal, or can achieve one of his wishes, but to practice this secret art, you need to lie down in a coffin, and rely on the snake to drive and guard, this is the third painting. Later, the snake king finally practiced the secret art after hardships, and also achieved his own wish, but he is a very vain and extremely selfish person, he wants future generations to know that he is the first to practice the secret art, but he is afraid that once the world knows this secret, they have begun to practice, then from then on, the secret art will no longer be a secret art, and he is no longer unique and different, so the cunning snake king thought of a way, he will all about cultivation, secretly recorded in a book, And hid the book in a very secret place, waiting for the arrival of someone destined......" said Qiao Fuzi, looking at me.

I just said that he was signaling me to continue telling the story, and was about to give full play to my unknown screenwriting talent, at this time, even the third uncle, Achen, and Liuzi also looked at me at the same time, and I felt that the atmosphere seemed to be a little different, and I couldn't say the specifics, but I felt that the little trust we had just established seemed to have disappeared suddenly.