It stands to reason that my vision has become wider and my mood will be much better, but in fact, on the contrary, my mind has become heavier as I enter here.

I saw that one after another heavy and very greasy murals began to appear on the surrounding walls.

Perhaps because of the dry climate, these murals are very well preserved.

Although the murals are well preserved, seeing what is depicted on these murals makes us feel a little unwell.

Looking at these murals, I can't help but think of what I heard in that human skin thangka.

Although their colors are relatively saturated, they make people feel heavy in their hearts.

I saw that these murals, at the beginning, were painted with the content of the lives of some nomads and ethnic minorities.

The murals look very harmonious, with patches of grassland surrounding the lake, and flocks of cattle and sheep on the edge of the lake, and children who drive the sheep play and frolic around the lake.

However, the further back you go, the content of the mural begins to change drastically!

After a patch of yellow sand, the meadows became barren, the lakes dried up, and the children who were playing and frolicking just now turned into white bones.

The whole world seems to have become a purgatory on earth.

Some people began to leave their homes with their belongings.

Halfway down the road, an old man dressed in strange clothes, who looked like he was the leader of the men, knelt down and prayed to the heavens, as if begging for a way to survive for himself and his tribe.

Perhaps taking some guidance from the yellow sand, the old man began to direct the young men of the tribe, grabbing the women and children together, and placing them in a large cauldron, which was strange, and which had a few legs underneath to support it.

Women and children were thrown into the cauldron, and as the pot heated, they were boiled alive.

The mural depicts the women and children pleading and struggling before they die, but to no avail, we can even hear their screams through the mural.

Even Brother Haojie and I became very uncomfortable, while Lan Yue had already lowered her head, tears rolling in her eyes, and she didn't dare to look up again.

Although the picture is particularly cruel, the content of the mural. But it continued to extend backwards, and as the ceremony was completed, the wind and sand really stopped.

But the peaceful days did not last long, the wind and sand began to continue, and one after another, more and more women and children became sacrificed sacrifices.

When the picture arrives, it suddenly transforms into a different form, and all the murals seem to have been artificially damaged, full of knife cuts.

As the mural progressed, the chain under our feet became thicker and thicker, and it always pointed forward.

At the forefront, under the light of the flashlight, I seemed to see a shadowy thing, which looked very familiar, but it was not real.

At this moment, Lan Yue, who had been curled up behind, trembled a little, her eyes obviously burst out with a trace of fear, her body trembled slightly, and she turned her head to us and said, "Then, there are a lot of dead souls in there, all dead......

After hearing Lan Yue's words, I couldn't help but be shocked, Haojie and the same face on the side were not good-looking, in order to figure out the reason for these things, Brother Haojie and I did not hesitate at the moment, and began to line up in formation, I stood in front, Rose protected Blue Moon in the middle, and Brother Haojie was responsible in the back, be careful.

The shadow was still about a hundred meters away from us, and the surrounding murals had all been destroyed, so it was impossible to see what it was expressing, and it was all speculation at the moment.

The further I went, the heavier I felt in my heart became, and that heaviness could not be described in words, as if the aura around me had also changed, and it was completely out of my control.

So I held my breath and began to move forward more cautiously.

Every step I took forward, I felt like I was under a lot of pressure.

In this short distance of 100 meters, I felt like I had walked for more than ten minutes before I finally walked in front of the black shadow.

As the distance narrowed, I finally saw this black shadow clearly, it turned out to be a large cauldron, and now I finally understood why Blue Moon felt fear, because this cauldron was used for sacrifice thousands of years ago, killing thousands of women and children alive!

As the distance narrowed, I finally saw the shape of the pot.

This pot. It's not the kind of pot that we traditionally use in the Central Plains.

Because its shape is not round, but resembles a trapezoidal shape, perhaps due to the special sacrifice reason, the top of the pot is very narrow, but it becomes deeper at the bottom, and the end of the chain is this cauldron!

Underneath this pot are several legs that are as thick as a person's thighs, only the legs are very high, and the pot rack above them is more than three meters high.

So what's in the pot, we don't know at all.

Now that we're here, we have to figure out all the truth of the matter, which is the purpose of our trip, so after we glanced at each other, Rose took the rope directly from her backpack and braided one button after another, and at the very top of these buttons, there was a hook.

After Rose had straightened the rope, she turned her head and motioned for us to step back to a slightly safer distance, and then she began to wave the rope, and after determining the bearing, she threw it directly at the top of the pot, and the top of the rope hung directly into the pot.

After pulling the rope and making sure it was fixed, Rose nodded at us, signaling that we could hold on to the rope, and that the buttons would just fit on and not slip off, so that we could safely go up and have a look.

Nodding at Rose, I stepped forward, ready to go up and take a look.

"Beep ......"

However, at this moment, we had a radio on us, and it made a very strange sound, as if it were a cassette.

I've only heard this kind of sound on that kind of old-fashioned radio, you know, our radio is a high-intensity radio, and it can even get rid of the influence of ordinary magnetic fields, which is used in mining in the mountains, so it is really surprising that this happened.

And because of the sandstorm, our radio didn't have any signal to the outside world, so after entering here, the situation has become more and more complicated.

When I first came in, I was forced to do so, so in the face of this unexpected situation, I became a little hesitant and didn't immediately grab the rope and go up.