The mark, yes, is the mark of the old prostitute. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I suddenly regretted it, I really wanted to smash my brain, I was so careless, I followed the flashlight all the way, passed through so many turns, several times I didn't see the mark left by the old prostitute, and even mistakenly thought that the old prostitute was in too much hurry to leave a mark.

Now that I think about it, I'm so stupid, it's not an old prostitute at all, how can an old prostitute not leave a mark on me.

I got up and decided to go back to the old prostitute, but when I got back to the nearest intersection, I stopped again. Because I saw the intricate passages here, I realized that I might have made the wrong decision to look for a prostitute so boldly.

In dealing with this issue, I can no longer judge with my own thinking, but also take into account the thinking of the old prostitute. After all, my wife and I are both human beings, not some immovable building, and if the two of us are looking for each other in this intricate passage at the same time, it is very likely that one person will keep looking for someone to leave a mark, and the other will keep chasing the mark left by the person in front of us.

If I think about it, if I go out to find an old prostitute now, I will have to leave a mark at every intersection I pass, and once the old prostitute finds the mark I left, or I find the mark left by him, she will chase the direction of each other's mark. But the person who left the mark in front of him is still looking for someone and leaving a mark. In this way, as long as the person who left the mark in front does not stop, it is possible that you will never see the person who is chasing the mark in the back.

Of course, there is a more complicated situation, that is, there are two or more marks at the same intersection, because it is easy to go back to the intersection you have walked before, so if you continue to go in different directions, you will inevitably leave marks, which will cause a sign in different directions at an intersection, which is undoubtedly a problem for those who are looking for marks.

After thinking about it and thinking about it, I decided to go back to the mural just now, all the marks I left are pointing there, once the old prostitute sees the mark I left, follow the mark and will definitely find me, so what I have to do now is to wait for the old prostitute there, instead of going out and looking aimlessly.

I set a time limit for this waiting, six hours, and once the six hours had passed, and the old prostitute had not found me, I could not wait any longer, and I had to go out to him, and then I could only see if luck would be on my side.

I walked back to the mural just now, and as I walked, I wondered what the other person's psychology was, why did that person lead me here? What exactly is his purpose?

Since the other party must have brought me here for his purpose, otherwise he took great pains to get me here for something. It seems that the other party did not want to kill me, and it didn't seem to want to trap me.

Leaning against the stone carvings in front of the passage, I looked at everything here again, and I didn't think there was anything out of the ordinary, let alone any traps here.

When my eyes fell on the coffin filled with bamboo slips again, I suddenly became interested. Of course, I wasn't interested in the bamboo slips, but the coffin with the ancient books. I remember that there was a book in that coffin that had a Luo character on it, and I was particularly impressed. I thought to myself, instead of waiting here, it is better to take it out and take a look, as a relief from boredom, and maybe find some information about this place.

When I came to the coffin containing the book, I immediately saw the book with the Luo character, somehow, I suddenly felt that the book was placed very conspicuously, as long as I paid a little attention, I would definitely be able to find this book, especially the Luo character on the book, which gave people the feeling that it would beckon, so active, so direct to attract my attention.

This ancient book is fairly well preserved, except for some defects in the front and back pages and yellowing of the paper, there are no other obvious deficiencies. There are only three words on the book cover, "Zoloju", and I don't know what these three words mean or what they mean.

After flipping through the two pages, I found that this book was not what I imagined, and I thought that this would be a classical masterpiece, because usually the books buried in the ancient tombs are masterpieces, if not the original, at least they should be copied. But I didn't expect to be shocked as soon as I opened two pages, not only is it not a classical masterpiece, but it is also a very unpopular thing, even the format of the text is not very formal, and the content of the description revolves around a person named "Zoloju".

At first, I thought it was an autobiography of an ordinary person, after all, the format of the text and the penmanship of the writing did not look like a biography of a big person.

But after reading a few pages, I realized that this was like a biography of a great man, and it looked like a history of the life of an emperor. Because in addition to introducing the life and deeds of Zoloju, these pages have been singing praises to him, praising him, and seeing some of the ordinary wisdom of his childhood as god-like wisdom. This is definitely not what an ordinary person's biography should have.

I read thirty or forty pages in a row, and finally figured out who Zoloju was. It turned out that this person named Zoroju was a generation of monarchs of the Yelang Kingdom. These dozens of pages are all about his life, how he was brave and wise, how he became the leader of the tribe, and how he became the monarch of Yelang have a rough description.

But I don't trust this description, because there's so much hype in it. This is no different from the historical records of the emperors of the ancient Central Plains, except for praising merits, that is, praising and boasting, and all bad things are not remembered.

There are more than a dozen pages left, and I read them all in a row, but the last paragraph deeply attracted me. There is a lot of content that describes Zoloju's exploits, but the last part of the text is like a bolt from the blue, and it has taken a dramatic turn.

Zoloju died violently during his reign, and there is no account of the cause of his death. And I looked at the first few pages repeatedly, and I didn't see that he had a medical history, in addition to this point that made people feel strange, there were more inscrutable points.

After the death of Zoroju, his descendants failed to become the new monarch, but were succeeded by the military branch of the scolding of the Yelang monarch, thus establishing the scolding Yelang, and Luoju Yelang has since disappeared in the long river of history. Of course, this is not what I can't figure out, there will be a bloody storm in the history of the replacement of the God King, this is a normal historical event, no fuss.

What I can't figure out is the following paragraph, after the death of Zoroju, his descendants left Yelang Country to go to the Central Plains, and took Luo as their surname, and settled in the Central Plains from then on.

With Luo as the surname, these four words are like a sharp knife, piercing my nerves.