I listened to Zhang Yi's voice a little anxious, as if I had found something, and hurriedly looked at him, but found that he was staring at the mural on the wall, looking a little at a loss, and I didn't know whether it was fear, excitement, or anxiety.

"What's going on?" As I spoke, I walked over to him and held up my flashlight to look at the mural.

The murals are nothing special, as everywhere else, they are painted with a layer of white ash and painted on them.

What really surprised people was the content of the mural.

These frescoes are painted around arched doorways, interspersed with characters from an unrecognizable period, and it is not known what they represent.

The frescoes start from one side of the doorway, separated from each other, but the contents are interconnected, forming a very special lace around the arched doorway.

When Leng Yue and I entered the doorway just now, I also noticed these murals, but I only glanced at them and didn't look closely, because I was trying to make sure that there was anything strange in the doorway, after all, I did see a black shadow rushing in.

Looking at the mural at this time, I was shocked by nothing.

The contents of the mural are connected to a very absurd story:

A young boy was born to a family living in seclusion in this large mountain, but the boy was supposed to be a premature baby, and died not long after birth.

In ancient times, such a child who died in infancy could not be buried normally because it was too unlucky. According to custom, it should be wrapped up and thrown into the wild.

However, the family apparently did not want to do this, and instead made a very surprising move by placing the child in a clay pot and soaking it in a special liquid.

If the story only came here, it wouldn't shock me much, at most it would just make me feel emotional.

However, the real story has only just begun here.

Since the baby was sealed in a clay pot, the man of the family would leave the mountain early in the morning and return in the evening to bring back a living baby.

Then, that night, the couple would brutally kill the baby they had brought back, and then very pickily cut out the selected parts from the baby's corpse and stuffed it into a clay pot containing their own child.

I took a closer look, and saw that they had taken only one thing from each baby's body, and it was different, all the parts were put together, just enough to be put together into a complete body, except for the missing head.

Until one day, the husband and wife buried the clay pot in the ground, watered and fertilized it every day, and after a while, a plant actually grew in the place where the clay pot was buried.

The plant is fed with sunshine and rain, grows rapidly, and finally blossoms and bears fruit, giving birth to a fruit the size of a watermelon.

The husband and wife carefully cut the fruit, and then took out a baby from it.

Judging by some of the characteristics of the baby, it was their child who died just after birth.

I understood the contents of the murals, and the thought of what I found inside the clay pots made my mouth open wide and speechless.

Naturally, the content of the mural will not be the same as it actually is, and there may be some kind of expectation to a certain extent. However, the infant mentioned in these murals obviously corresponds to the baby who had just been torn apart by the white Gu Baby.

In this way, the content of this mural is very unusual.

I suspect that this may represent some kind of sorcery, cobbling together new bodies from the body parts of living people to bring the dead back to life......

Rebirth? Could it be that this mural is about rebirth?

When I thought of this possibility, I was like being hit with a stick, and I was stunned for a long time and couldn't come back to my senses.

For so long, I have been longing for a way to be reborn, longing for being able to resurrect Zhao Ye.

However, if rebirth needs to be done in this way, then will I kill so many innocent people for Zhao Ye and piece together a new body for him?

Besides, even if I really want to do this, Zhao Ye, who has long been turned into ashes, has no head left, how can I resurrect him?

Throw all this away, if I really succeed in resurrecting Zhao Ye, will Zhao Ye still be the Zhao Ye I am familiar with?

No, that kind of Zhao Ye has become a monster, a monster with many lives on his back.

Zhang Yi asked in a solemn low voice: "Old Five, do you understand?" It's ridiculous, but why do I subconsciously feel like this might be the secret hidden on those dragon eggs? ”

I was shocked by Zhang Yi's question, and then I looked at the clay pots in the arched doorway, looked at the shriveled baby's body and internal organs all over the ground, and looked at the baby torn to pieces by the white Gu baby, I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

Judging from what we have seen so far, only the first half of the story in the murals should be true, and the part involving the resurrection of babies should only be a wish of the person who made these murals.

Naturally, if the wish is not fulfilled, then this way of resurrecting the dead must be untenable.

I shook my head and told Zhang Yi what Leng Yue and I found in the doorway, and told him what I had come to with it.

Zhang Yi exhaled a long breath and said with a wry smile: "If this method can really resurrect the dead, then the world will definitely be in chaos." ”

I nodded solemnly, secretly relieved.

But then, my heart immediately hung in the air again, because I thought of something.

We had previously fallen into the illusion of ink painting, we had seen countless corpses in the valley, and heard Qin Shi Huang mention that the death of those untouchables could increase his lifespan......

Could it be that there is really such an absurd and shocking secret hidden in this?

I can't believe it, and I don't want to believe it.

Zhang Yi saw that my face was different, and asked with concern: "Old Five, what's wrong with you?" ”

I pretended to be relaxed and shook my head, saying "it's okay", then turned and walked back, only to almost bump into the person behind me.

It turned out that Mr. Cui and the others had already gathered around just now, and they were all looking at the murals around the doorway, with different expressions, doubts, shocks, and deep thoughts......

Mr. Cui saw me turn around, nodded solemnly at me, and said, "These ancients are really cruel and ridiculous. For the sake of an unrealistic way of resurrection, so many people were killed. This is completely unimaginable in modern times. ”

I thought of his cruelty and cold-bloodedness, and suddenly felt that what he said was a good irony for himself, but he didn't seem to realize it, and he was shaking his head and sighing, looking sad and compassionate, pretending to be a master of the world with a heart for the common people.

Shen Dali pursed his lips and said disdainfully at this time: "The ancients have always been very strange in their thinking, and the things they do have always been very cruel, we have seen a lot. ”

I nodded, said nothing, and walked aside from the crowd and looked at the wall in front of me with my flashlight, to see what kind of absurd story the murals told.