Why is there one less person drawn? ”

Ling Feng shook his head in confusion and continued to look at the fourth mural.

This mural is somewhat incomplete compared to the first three.

However, sporadically recognizable, the mural depicts a cave with pouring rain outside.

The group was sheltering from the rain in the cave, some standing, some lying.

Apparently he had found a cave where he could shelter from the rain and rest.

Ling Feng looked at the cave carefully, feeling a little familiar.

But I've seen so many caves, and it's really not right for a while.

So, he looked at the fifth mural.

This one was more worn, and only one eye was faintly discerning.

"I guess it's that tricky eye! That's the only explanation..."

Ling Feng stared at these blurred eyes.

He couldn't figure out why the fifth mural depicted that tricky eye. What exactly is it trying to express?

The previous murals don't mention this eye, assuming where the group first saw it, and then painted it.

The cave, it can only be the cave, presumably what happened in that cave, they saw this eye.

Suddenly, Ling Feng remembered the treacherous eye on their foreheads.

Ling Feng counted, and the number of eyes was exactly the same as the number of people in the third and fourth murals.

"So so, the treacherous eye on their foreheads appeared in that cave..."

"I guess that's what this fifth mural is trying to describe!"

Ling Feng looked at the other murals and found that the more inward the murals were, the more incomplete they were...

He touched the wall, and his hands were covered with water.

"It seems that these murals have been eroded and lost all year round, but it's a pity, otherwise we might be able to discover more secrets..."

Ling Feng held the torch and carefully observed it along the rock wall.

Just saw some sporadic outlines.

Among them, the outline of the tricky eye appears many times.

Ling Feng studied the outline of the largest of the eyes, lost in thought.

It seems that after coming out of that cave, the appearance of that eye became a turning point for the group.

If their task was to escort the coffin, their task was accomplished.

And their destination is the square in the corridor.

However, that square was obviously built by man, could it be to bury the body in the coffin, and then use the blood Tai Sui to try to resurrect him?

If so, is it necessary to build such a large square?

Sure enough, as long as history is involved, it is a problem.

"Brother Bai, apart from these murals in front of you, are there any others?"

"No, I've only found so much over the years!"

"Discovery? Meaning you're not sure if there's any..."

"Yes, it seems to me that these narrative murals are meant to be documented, even though they have lost their proper meaning!"

"They've been here for so many years, there should be more than that!"

"Take notes?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Murals are generally used to record important events, either for posterity or for future study..."

"However, these murals are only for narrative purposes, and they can't be talked about elegantly, and they can't have descendants here, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Ling Feng stroked his chin and looked at Ling Jun.

"Unless they're like you, they're going to have amnesia, and these murals are recorded for yourself!"

"It's impossible to find out how it is..."

As he spoke, Ling Feng was about to walk out with a torch.

Suddenly, a very shallow circular silhouette came into view.

"This one looks familiar..."

"This is the monster!"

"Oh, Big Brother Bai, do you remember it?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, according to the number found on the shore of the waterhole, his father should have lost his memory after arriving here.

Theoretically, he shouldn't remember what the monster was.

Really......

"I haven't seen that monster, or I've seen it and just forgot, I heard what they described!"

"I see..."

Ling Feng carefully examined the mural, and it was indeed the monster depicted.

"It seems that this monster was there long before they came..."

"Huh? It's..."

Suddenly, Ling Feng found some scratches on the mural.

So, he went back and looked at all the murals again.

The first three frescoes are relatively intact, and the others have more or less scratches or even knock marks.

If you don't look closely, it's really hard to tell.

"These scratches must have been there for a long time, presumably the mural was carved out of important content shortly after..."

"It looks like someone is deliberately covering up the facts..."

"I'm afraid the water in this tribe is not as clear as it seems!"

Ling Jun nodded.

"My brother's analysis makes a lot of sense!"

Ling Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"But this is history, these people have lost their memory, and the person with two hearts must have forgotten his identity!"

With that, Ling Feng extinguished his torch, put it back on the rock wall, and walked out of the cave.

He looked up at the sky, and the sky was still cloudy.

"Big Brother Bai, how should we get out of here?"

"There's only one exit here, but I don't know where it leads, because the person who wanted to get out just happened to step into the jungle and died suddenly!"

"So, they made a conspicuous mark on the residence, fearing that after the amnesia, someone would not know and go into the jungle by mistake!"

"What, are you going to leave now?"

Ling Feng nodded, "We still have a lot of important things to do, and these brothers have been out with me for too long..."

"They all have families, not like I am now..."

Ling Feng smiled bitterly.

"Brother Bai, come with us! You don't belong here..."

Ling Jun was silent for a moment and shook his head slightly.

"I'm tired, here, I feel a little lighter..."

"I know what you're doing, and I hope you can find a solution, and when the time comes, everything will be solved..."

Ling Jun sighed deeply and walked away a little melancholy.

"What the hell is going on? Is it really possible to live forever in the flesh? ”

Looking at his father's figure that had not changed for ten years, Ling Feng was a little confused.

At this moment, a vague figure flashed in his mind, Luo Hao.

"Why do you suddenly think of him? Could it be because of last night's dream? ”

Regarding Luo Hao's sudden disappearance, although Ling Feng was a little shocked at the time, there were traces to follow after thinking about it.

Because of some coincidences, it seems to be related to Luo Hao.

The shadow absorbed only part of his vision, and then stopped absorbing anyone else's.

Next to the coffin, Luo Hao was the only one who successfully donated blood to the corpse.

His disappearance coincided with the disappearance of the dark shadow.

And the sign up that pretended to be him, strange and cold.

Thinking of this, a picture suddenly flashed in Ling Feng's mind.

It was the sneaky figure of the third mural.

Ling Feng hurriedly turned around and retreated to the cave, then re-lit the torch.

Immediately, the figure at the edge of the third mural was illuminated again.

Seeing this figure again, thinking of that corpse, Ling Feng couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

"It turned out to be him!"

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Tricky Eyes