Everyone talked about the two zombies, but they couldn't say why. Looking into this huge cave, the ground under your feet and all around it are solid rocks, which have been polished relatively flat, and there are obvious signs of artificial construction.

A wide, dark road stretched forward without a single light.

With the bright light of the ghost shark scales and the flashlight pillars of the people of Nafudo, we could faintly see the stumps of many zombies on both sides of the mountain wall, just like what we saw in the Ten Thousand Corpses Pit.

Tang Hongying told us that when she first climbed up, the two zombies were constantly picking up the stumps on the ground, as if they were about to throw them down. It seems that although they are powerful, they are nothing more than two porters doing dirty work.

There is no other fork in the road here, and if you want to get out, you can only move forward.

Ignoring the two white-haired zombies, Qian Ziqiang led the way and headed towards the depths of the cave, while all of us and Xiao Hei followed closely behind him.

I asked about his injury, Qian Ziqiang didn't stop, and even said that it was not in the way, he had just taken a pill that he had brought, and now he was better, and he turned the page lightly.

The passage was wide, but the road was also winding, and as we moved forward, more and more zombie stumps appeared around us, and in the end, it was simply a blur of flesh and blood, and it was discarded everywhere.

Although these stumps do not have the stench of ordinary zombies, such a bloody scene still makes everyone feel their hairs stand on end.

Not only that, but all kinds of strange patterns gradually appeared on the surrounding walls.

At first, these patterns appeared only sporadically, vaguely carved on the mountain wall, like stick figures drawn by children, and like strange symbols.

Some are arranged in a straight line, while others are formed into circles or squares. Some of them appeared at our feet, and some of them were carved into the ceiling.

I haven't studied archaeology, so I don't know if these strange patterns are called hieroglyphs, let alone what they mean.

I can tell the meaning of the sun, the moon, the man, the tomb (or the mountain), the bird, the snake (or the dragon), and so on, but it is only the shape that resembles.

Judging by the shape and the degree of newness, these words (patterns) seem to be extremely ancient products. Moreover, their number is too small, and their distribution is not regular, so it is even more incomprehensible.

As we continued to move forward, turning a few corners, the strange patterns on the walls faded away, and a large, unrestrained mural appeared.

I saw that this mural was connected to the ceiling and the ground, and as the passage we moved forward spread, it looked overwhelming and extraordinary, and at the same time made people feel full of oppression, and their hearts were pounding.

I don't know if it's because of the appearance of this giant mural, or because of some psychological factors, I feel that the air has dropped several degrees suddenly, and the leyline qi is surging even more violently, and I feel like I have been choked by a pair of invisible giant hands.

The content on the mural is also full of weirdness.

The countless lines are like the waves of the sea, constantly undulating, spreading from each other, and the lines are divided into dense branches, like dense branches.

Everyone looked at each other and stopped to watch. I found that there were two branches on the left and right, the branches were upward, but the growth position of these branches was downward, like a "small" character. Write a book

If you look closely, the top of the upward branch is still painted with a round thing, like a head.

I chuckled in my heart, and realized that these so-called branches should be people, but these people only left the head and two arms of the upper body, and the frightened half of the body seemed to be absorbed by these lines, and there was a sense of horror in the weirdness.

I walked forward, and in the light of the ghost shark scales, I saw the lines gradually converge towards the ceiling. Not far from the end of these lines, a large, ugly-looking figure appeared.

This man was four or five times the height of an ordinary person, with a head as big as a bucket, an elephant trunk and a pig face, two tusks curled upwards like an elephant on his cheeks, a round belly, black hair, and evil light in his eyes.

What's even more bizarre is that this guy seems to have a dwarf tree growing on his head, similar to the mountain god we dreamed of in the Wang family's ancestral house, which got into the screen of the lady.

He stood aside, waving a scepter-like thing in his hand, and looked like he was directing the group of villains wrapped in the lines to move forward, very fierce.

My gaze gradually shifted to the ceiling above me, and just above it, a large bird was carved.

The strange bird was like a huge mountain, with its head tilted sideways, and it had one eye, which glistened with a fierce light, the size of a millstone, and was condescendingly glaring at us viciously.

Its mouth has a long, pointed beak that opens up and down, and its mouth is full of sharp teeth. The neck is like a bucket, thick and short, and there is a handful of sarcomas on the bird's head, which is as bright as a crown.

The body of the bird is fat, the feathers are like scales, and only two claws the size of a mound are exposed, and there are long nails on them, hook-shaped, glowing with cold light, one left and one right are empty and grasping.

Beneath the claws were countless pulsing clusters of something resembling the shape of a flame, lifelike, twisting and undulating.

It turned out that those wave-like lines that covered the surrounding mountain walls were actually a pair of wings of this strange bird!

What is this thing? The legendary Saipan bird?! I was shocked by this strange giant mural, but I couldn't help but be suspicious.

Judging from the carving process of this mural, it is very different from the hieroglyphs we saw before, rough and unrestrained, and it should be from the hands of folk artists.

Moreover, the lines of this mural are clear and vivid, and it is clear that it did not take long to complete.

On the ground beneath his feet, there were still dense zombie stumps.

The dark red muscles abounded in the half-wet corpse water, reflecting in the huge bird's eyes, emitting a strange light under the light of the flashlight beam, as if the strange bird would spread its wings and fly down from the sky at any time.

Such a visual impact brings a strong sense of oppression, like a needle in the back......

No one spoke, and tension filled the air, save for their own heartbeats and gasps.

The mural is more than ten meters long, and such a huge project cannot be completed by one person at a time. Who carved it? Is it the villagers of Saipan? What was the purpose of the mural?

Could it be that the Saipan bird is not a myth and legend at all, but a real one? It's hiding in this Void Demon Tower?!