A tiger rode on a corpse with its teeth and claws, its two front paws holding down the corpse's arms, the tiger's body was writhing, as if it couldn't sit steadily, and the corpse was facing up from below, staring at the tiger viciously.

"What's going on, do you understand what this picture of a tiger riding a corpse means?" I asked, staring at the little wolf.

"I don't understand." The little wolf shook his head and continued: "However, I have a bad premonition that the corpse of this picture is actually fighting against the tiger, and there must be something wrong here. ”

I stared carefully at this alternative picture of a tiger riding a corpse, and looked at it according to the little wolf's thoughts, which really meant what the little wolf said. Although the corpse was ridden by the tiger, it did not feel the slightest feeling of submission. And he struggled to resist the dragon, as if to push down the tiger riding on his body.

The little wolf stood aside and tapped the bottom of the drawing with his hand. I looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a long, dark red strip like water. I scraped off some powder with my fingernails, put it in my hand and looked at it carefully, and said to myself: "It's a bit like blood." ”

"It's blood, you look at your feet, it's all this kind of blood."

I glanced at my feet, and there were a lot of dense blood spots under my feet. "You just said that you had a bad premonition, did you mean this blood?"

"Think about who would be standing here and dripping so much blood? The man dripping blood must have stood for a long time. The little wolf asked me rhetorically.

To be honest, it was so sudden that I hadn't really thought about it. I just thought about who would be standing here, and that was me, only I was standing on the blood spot, and the little wolf had been standing aside, not standing in the blood droplets.

I just wanted to answer that it was me, but before the words could be spoken, another person immediately came to mind, this person should have stood here longer than me, and only this person met the question of the little wolf just now. I told the little wolf my answer, and he nodded and threw me another question: "If you think about it, the person who painted the painting was so badly injured, why do you insist on painting?" ”

I stared at the picture of the tiger riding the corpse for a while, and replied: "The people of the Tiger Regiment usually leave this painting to prevent their own people from falling into the grave, so they left this painting to remind future generations that this tomb has already been visited, and the main purpose is to be afraid of the grave. ”

"That's a normal picture of a tiger riding a corpse, and even if they steal a lot of tombs, they don't necessarily have them. What I don't understand is that the person who painted this picture for Lu had to insist on finishing the painting after being so seriously injured. ”

"You mean, what is he trying to remind you of by drawing this picture?" I then analyzed: "If you are seriously injured, you should seek treatment from the deuter, and the first thought is to save your life, and you should not stay here to draw." And look at the state of this picture.,What should be going on.,The picture is not neat.,It's far from what I saw before.,In the end, the person who drew the picture.,What do you want to leave a picture to remind you? ”

The little wolf listened to my analysis and nodded, and never spoke again, but changed positions with me, standing in my position just now, and carefully looked at this picture of the tiger riding corpse.

I also have a lot of confusion in my heart, what kind of situation can make a seriously injured person have to finish this painting here. And I pay more attention to whether the person who painted the picture has gone out or not, if he has not gone out, it is even more unimaginable, he must have died here, and this painting has become his last words.

Seeing that the little wolf was thinking about something in front of the painting, I didn't want to ask again, and I didn't want to disturb him again. And he walked back alone. Xiao Ma Yoo is almost recovered, he can see things clearly, and he can move freely. But I saw a lot of purple bloodshot in his eyeballs, and this purple bloodshot looked terrifying. I don't know if I'm like him, and I will have this kind of purple blood in my eyes. Anyway, I can see everything now, and I don't bother to bother with these inconsequential things.

I heard footsteps behind him, it was supposed that the little wolf had returned, and I asked him what to do next, and now continue to walk inside? The answer he gave me was just to rest for 1 more hour. Let's have a good rest, preferably a good night's sleep. Although I didn't understand what he meant, I could clearly sense that his idea was to go to the drawing of the tiger riding corpse.

According to his meaning, we rested in place for 1 hour, and the little wolf's sleeping position was still so unique, cross-legged and his eyes closed, and there was a faint sound of sleeping, which was considered to be sleeping. Xiao Ma and I didn't fall asleep, after all, we just woke up, and it was difficult to fall asleep again, so in order not to affect the rest of others, the two of us didn't speak. Ma Daha slept very soundly, and he was indeed very tired, and he didn't know how far he had walked with the little hemp on his back.

I really didn't expect that at the critical moment, Ma Daha would also become the pillar, and this nephew, who has always been regarded by me as a missing string in his head, is still very useful when necessary. Looking at Ma Daha sleeping, my heart thought of the fifth senior brother who was detained in Chengdu. Although I don't know what the Fifth Senior Brother of Lu Dao was detained for, I vaguely feel that it has something to do with this tomb.

The little wolf was really punctual, and woke up as promised in 1 hour, I woke up Ma Daha as well, and everyone packed up their backpacks and walked towards the location where they had just seen the tiger riding corpse.

When we arrived at the wall of the tiger riding corpse, the little wolf asked us to retreat a few steps away, and stood in front of the figure, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if he was saying something, but the voice was so soft that we couldn't hear it at all. My flashlight and that of Mandala were shining, and the little wolf was looking at the wall, hoping to make him see more clearly.

Ma Daha whispered in my ear, "Seventh Uncle, what is he doing here, why does he seem to be chanting a mantra?" ”

"It's not a mantra, are you watching too many mythological movies, where are the spells? He's ready to open the trap. ”

"Open the mechanism, what kind of mechanism? How can there be a mechanism? ”

I glanced at Ma Daha and said impatiently, "Stop talking, just look closely." ”

I saw that the little wolf pinned the flashlight in his hand to his waist, approached the wall where he was drawing, raised his hands, and touched the tiger riding corpse. After touching it up and down, left and right, one hand rested on the mouth of the tiger in the painting, and the other hand rested on the head of the corpse.

It should have found the location of the mechanism, looking at the little wolf's expression should be exerting force, his face was solemn, his eyebrows were tightly locked and twisted together, as if he was dragging something, several fingers of his two hands were put together, and his legs were in a posture of arching back with his front legs.

The corners of the wolf's mouth were slightly open, and the white teeth could be seen clenched together. The two hands were slowly pulling something out, but the first time the force didn't seem to be successful, I took both hands off again, and shook it twice around the waist, as if it was very painful. Seeing this, I hurriedly asked, "Do you need to go over and help?" ”

The little wolf shook his head and posed again, this time with his front arched legs, retracted and changed to the tips of his front feet against the wall, and his hind legs were diagonally pulled. His force was very sudden, first he heard the rubbing sound of the little wolf's teeth, and then he saw the little wolf's hands pull out two thin lines.

However, the two thin lines were very wet, and there were still things dripping on the ground, and I looked at the bright light of the flashlight, and I relied on blood, but the blood did not flow from the hands of the little wolf, but from the place where the thin wire was dragged out.

Not only is there a thin line, but even the place where the thin line is pulled out is also bleeding down the wall, and the two blood stains that flow down have formed two tear stains on the tiger riding corpse.

The thin line was only pulled out about 3 centimeters, and then bounced back, I don't know if the little wolf deliberately let go, or didn't catch it, but it didn't trigger any mechanism. Looking at the little wolf again, shaking his hands vigorously, sometimes clenching into fists, sometimes letting go, it should be that the hand pinched by the thin line is very painful.

I walked briskly and glanced at the little wolf's hand, which looked very painful, and there was blood flowing down the thin thread on it, and I couldn't tell if his hand was hurt. Turning his head and observing the tiger riding corpse again, the two thin lines were no longer visible, only leaving traces of bleeding along the thin lines just now. I touched it with my hand, and the bleeding was not pitted or threaded, and it was as neat as before.

"What's going on? How can there be blood here? "I touched the bleeding and asked the little wolf.

"I don't know, this thin line must have been tampered with, and it is difficult to pull it out."

"How long do you have to drag it out to trigger the trap?"

The little wolf measured it with his hand and said, "Let's just tie it up." ”

"Then I'll help you, how about we drag one by one?"

"Okay," said the little wolf, and began to tug at the one in the tiger's mouth. I bent down and groped for the head of the corpse, but no matter how much I touched it, I couldn't touch the thread. The little wolf has already pulled some out, but I haven't found the thread yet. The little wolf looked at me and said with a very bitter look: "You drag this." ”

I wanted to take the thin thread from his hand, but as soon as he let go, I didn't touch it at all, and the thin thread retracted again. I made a very helpless look, and the little wolf stared at me with a wry smile and said, "It's better for me to come by myself, you go back over there." ”

I had no choice but to walk back, and Ma Daha kept asking, "Uncle Seven, where are you doing?" I didn't answer at all, just made a gesture not to ask anything, and asked him to continue to shine on the wall.

The little wolf brewed for a moment this time, and then took the pose just now, this time the two eyebrows were tightly locked, and the two eyebrows were already connected together. With an "ah" sound, the strength of the whole body was measured in both hands, and the hands were pulled out violently, and the body also leaned back.

The thin thread was pulled out of a bundle of more than a length, and the sound of stones rubbing suddenly sounded in the corridor. In the middle of us from the little wolf, a stone door appeared in the wall, and the stone door was slowly opening.

Following the sound of friction, a one-meter-wide stone gate appeared, and the edges of the stone gate were all covered with blood, flowing out along the four sides of the stone gate.

"How can Shimen bleed?"