"Everything must be reversed, and happiness produces sorrow." Once deeply experienced Leng Xingyun, he sighed with emotion: "Wisdom condenses into civilization, breeds unity, and achieves strength."

Power breeds abundance, but it also breeds greed, wickedness, division, and eventual demise. This may be the birth and fall of every civilization. ”

Zhang Fan and Qian Lang felt that Leng Xingyun's words were very reasonable, and nodded in unison.

"Is the owner of the mural a man or a woman?" Zhang Fan asked, "What is the final ending?" ”

Leng Xingyun looked at the last mural, and after a while, he frowned and sighed again: "That child of the Dead Tribe and the aliens...... Is it intersex? ”

"Intersex?" The two of them were surprised at the same time, and then Qian Lang asked: "I look at that abstract little person, no matter how you look like a boy, where do you see that he is intersex?" ”

"The men in the painting, without exception, wear their hair tied and do not wear headdresses. They are also naked, and their lower bodies are wrapped in something. And women, without exception, wore their hair loose, all wore headdresses, and their upper and lower bodies were wrapped around things.

And that kid ...... Hair is tied and no hair ornaments are worn, in line with the male appearance of this tribe. But he wrapped his upper and lower body with something, which only women wear.

At that time, the Mourn tribe had already formed a civilization and gender concept, symbolizing the unique clothing of gender, and they could not be mistaken. Therefore, judging from the total, he is intersex. ”

After Leng Xingyun explained, the two stared at the mural carefully and compared, and finally confirmed that Leng Xingyun's statement was correct.

"As for his ending...... Leng Xingyun stared at the mural and was silent for a while before he said slowly: "He held the golden object and left the tribe where he was the only one, as if he was inspired to come to this snow-capped mountain......

The cave and this natural stone chamber were discovered, and the ...... was created Light energy, space, instantaneous, transformation...... I think he was referring to the console, or the spatial transient converter. ”

Leng Xingyun paused, and continued to interpret with great difficulty: "He has been waiting here, waiting for someone to come here to be his companion and create a ...... that is not easy to be disturbed by the outside world The Ice Tribe or the Empire, but unfortunately it never waited.

So, before he died, he carved the last frescoes...... But this final picture ...... It's so weird and abstract that I've tried my best. ”

"With all the murals and words combined, do you have any way to get out of here?" Qian Lang and Zhang Fan are most concerned about this question at present, but Qian Lang is about to ask first.

Leng Xingyun shook his head slowly.

"Huh? Aren't we all going to have to be stuck here? Qian Lang was very unwilling.

"If I take a closer look, I may find something else." Leng Xingyun started from the beginning again, looking at it carefully.

Despite most of the content, he still couldn't decipher it, but he vaguely got some new clues.

He looked at the last few lines of hieroglyphs and struggled to decipher: "If anyone comes here in a few years, please help me...... Release...... Energy...... Home? Snow...... The gates of the realm will be opened, and the mystery and treasure will be ...... Gift...... Comer......"

Leng Xingyun shook his head helplessly and sighed: "This is the last information I can decipher in the entire stone room." ”

"Then there are also many paintings, texts and totems in the cave when we came, have you noticed or interpreted any information?" Zhang Fan asked.

Leng Xingyun shook his head, his expression slightly unnatural.

Zhang Fan, who is usually careful, didn't notice it, but Qian Lang, who was usually very aggressive, saw Leng Xingyun's subtle expression changes in his eyes, but did not expose it.

"I may not be able to decipher anything else, but I want to ...... How we got here can naturally get out, it's just ...... His will needs to be accomplished. Leng Xingyun looked at the mural, holding the child with the golden object.

"Release your energy and help me get ......home," Zhang Fan thought, "I remember when I was about twelve or thirteen years old, I accidentally watched a very old science fiction movie. It was a film starring a male star who was one of the four kings of famous film, television, and song at that time.

The story is also about aliens, as if aliens came to Earth to travel, but the spaceship broke down and couldn't start. The aliens spent a lot of energy, and it was hard to repair the spaceship, but unfortunately the aliens consumed too much energy and caused physical death.

Just before he died, he transmitted all his memories and energy to a piece of jade. Like that piece of jade...... is the energy source to start the ship. I wanted to use the energy in the jade to fly him back to the planet and be buried in his hometown.

But before he could finish the operation, he ran out of energy and died. Later, the jade was stolen by some evil earthlings, and was sent back by some good earthlings.

Then, the alien's body was sent back to his planet thanks to the energy of the emerald. I've only seen this film once, and I probably just remember it. So I thought, is this what this hybrid of the Dead Tribe and the alien meant before he died?

If so, how can we help him fulfill his last wish? Will it help his body return to his father's planet, or will it ...... Travel back thousands of years to the ruins of the Dead Tribe? But the problem is, we can't get out ourselves, how can we help him? Also, where is his body? ”

"I haven't seen this film, but then again, you're overinterpreting, it's outrageous, right? It made me stunned. Qian Lang laughed a little.

"This time, it's not Zhang Fan's over-interpretation, and it's not too outrageous." Leng Xingyun said: "I guess he probably wants the comer to send him back to the planet. ”

"Why the planet, not the ruins of the Dead Tribe?" Qian Lang asked puzzled.

"The ruins of the Martyr tribe are the land at the foot of the Shuangsheng Mountain, a hundred miles away." Leng Xingyun explained: "He came from there, so naturally he doesn't want to go back there. So, what he wants to return to is the planet.

As for the rest, although I can't see it for a while, I can still recall and study the paintings and words based on the ancient book I have read. ”

"But can we really only get out of here if we fulfill his wishes?" Qian Lang asked suspiciously, "Can't you just go back how you came here?" ”

"We activated the space teleportation device, which was teleported by light rays, and if we want to get out, we have to be teleported out."

Leng Xingyun said as he glanced around the stone room with no furnishings except for murals, totems and words, "But here, there is no such device. Before you were teleported, Zhang Fan and I had searched all four stone walls, but we couldn't find any mechanism. ”

"How could it not be?" Qian Lang touched his chin and pondered, and said to Leng Xingyun: "I remember that you said before, 'There are no absolutes in everything', so I think, we should try to find it again?" ”