"Stop, little ghost." The man looked back at him viciously, an icy chill about to pierce him, "I didn't say let you go. ”

"Okay, what's the second question?" Lintor followed the rules.

"Parse the contents of this slate."

This is not a problem, but an order, and he will not obediently follow the order, so that it sounds like he is the weaker party. Linto looked at him unmoved.

"Don't push me to do it." The man raised his fist to scare him.

Although Linto was afraid of death, he did not think that this terrible-looking man would kill him, and that he was not the murderer who kidnapped children a few years ago, and that it would do him no good at all.

Linto also understands that the other party just wants to take advantage of himself, like chewing gum and then spitting it into the trash.

"Why don't I cripple you and force you to see it?"

Linto must think that this is a very good question.

He obediently lay on the board and looked at the strange murals, which did not look like they were made by a master, and ordinary people with a little bit of qualifications could draw them. The so-called simple and easy to understand without lacking in beauty is like this kind of delicate and rigorous lines, but with a trace of elegant and confident painting.

There are a total of five panels on this fresco, each with a creature, and Lintor can probably tell what they are, but why is it such a fantastical species?

Terrans, and ancient people in armor; Orcs, recklessly and recklessly minotaurs with hand axes; Dragons, the overlords of the sky soaring above the sky; Demons, a powerful species from another world.

The man cast a suspicious gaze to the center of the stone slab, and he pointed to the two golden-armored warriors on it and said, "I want to know who they are." ”

Lintor looked back at the two glittering golden men and women, one with a great spear in his hand, the other standing behind an oval shield, motionless as a mountain.

They resembled humans but were not ordinary humans, elves were not as restrained as them, and Linto seemed to see in them an unsullied divine radiance.

Where are they sacred, and how can they know for themselves?

To be honest, he didn't even know what this place was. Whether this man is a murderer or not, and whether Marianne's mother-in-law is dead, these are the questions he should be concerned about.

Linto told the truth, but he didn't see a look similar to pity on the other party's face, but his eyes were a little stunned.

The man didn't press any further, he suddenly left the stone slab and walked into the path on the right. Lintor's eyes widened for a moment, and he didn't even notice that there was a road there.

There are three different patterns painted on the smooth stone wall in the back, they are red fire, blue water, and green wind, which were once natural disasters that invaded the earth, but now they are finally mastered and used by humans, and they are the best gifts that God has given us.

How does the world work, isn't there really a god? Linto inexplicably recalled the two invincible gods of war on the slate, and their details were so complete that they were naturally associated with the familiar Western gods.

Athena, a symbol of wisdom and strength, Ares, the violent god of war, and many gods of all shapes, are all guardians of mankind and work together to maintain the balance of the entire world.

The walls are carved with ancient and mysterious symbols, irregular, but with some meaning, what message do they convey to modern people?

Linto turned his attention to the man again, and saw his hand caressing the patterns over and over again, his heart feeling a little heavy. Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't ask, maybe the man will ask him to parse these patterns and secret talismans next?

Is it true that a schoolboy should know so much? Although this person looked dangerous, at least the other party had done nothing to him, except that his previous actions almost frightened him.

Linto stared at his watch, and a look of anxiety began to well-rise in his heart, and he asked before the man could speak, "I am thirsty, do I have water to drink?" ”

However, instead of answering his question head-on, the man pointed to the rows of symbols of unknown meaning on the opposite side and asked, "What does this mean?" ”

Oh my God, did the other party think of himself as a translator? Linto touched his head and was confused, this is the third question, right? If the answer is good, presumably he will keep his promise and let him go, right?

Lintor approached the almost shattered slate, the symbols on which were all patched together with irregular shapes, and to him looked like a mass of unknown letters of English. Not surprisingly, if he found these things interesting one day, it must have been when his brain was in the water.

He really couldn't answer, but he didn't want to answer that he didn't know.

"I need a phone." The man looked over, and Linto explained without changing his face, "You can only translate it if you have a mobile phone." ”

As long as you have a mobile phone, you can call for help.

The man folded his hands and faced him, and his tone was a little frivolous: "I know that most of the young people in this era rely on high technology, but your mobile phone is not on me." ”

"Huh? Where's that? ”

At this time, the man's brow furrowed, and he seemed to have taken something out from behind him, and then Linto smelled a faint fragrance, and his consciousness gradually blurred......