Standing on this huge picture, my flashlight searched little by little, and from the crowd, I finally found a key figure, but I could see that the core content of this painting seemed to be different from the other murals, because the main character in the painting was no longer those people, but an outsider who helped them migrate.

His difference can be shown in the costume in the mural, he is out of place in the crowd, if the content of the painting is more obvious, I think the author should directly write in words what kind of identity this person helped this group to migrate.

The identity of that person is actually very clear, which is more in line with my suspicion - he is the bone sealer who used to translate the bones of the deceased.

Walking in the crowd, with a human skeleton on his back, the depiction could not be clearer on this point.

But there is still a loophole in the painting that does not give a definite answer, that is, the skeleton on the bone sealer, who will it be? Is it the content that the Ancestor or the Bone Printer himself wants to preserve.

In the face of these two speculations, I prefer the latter, probably because of these murals and the author's understanding, in short, the content shown on this painting is the simplest and most straightforward of all the paintings.

But this simplicity makes me feel that it has a deeper meaning, and even makes me boldly think that even the author himself does not know, so he left the most real scene in all the murals.

If it was as I had guessed, that the Bone Sealer had taken a bone from here in the first place, whether it was because of the special nature of the bone or because there was something terrible in the memory of the deceased, it could have been the trigger for what had happened to Dun Cheng and his master, the last Bone Sealer.

Perhaps it was because Dun Cheng's master interpreted part of the content of the skeleton that he traced it here, found this group, and for some reason, took the two bones from it, causing a change in Dun Cheng's body.

There will always be everything that is dangerous, and people who are willing to explore will always find the potential information in the danger, so as to get a new chance of life.

This is what I read in a foreign magazine, but every time I think about it, it feels ridiculous, but this time I took it seriously.

Thinking about these illusory clues, I still have too many uncertainties, but I am trapped here for a while, and the most important thing in front of me is to find a way to leave.

Along the mural, I groped all the way, but because of the limited height, and this time I was alone, the distance I could find was naturally very limited, so I could only grope on the four walls and the ground.

I also wanted to explore the door with metal, but after a few more turns, I didn't see anything unusual.

Sitting on the ground, I ate something, and then I looked back at the entrance of the passage, where the insects had gradually withdrawn, and if I couldn't find an exit here, I would have to go back to the burial chamber where the bones were kept.

Maybe follow these bugs and I'll find some clues. They crawled out of the skeletons, and if not to protect the corpses, then the bugs were used to suppress the mutations of the corpses.

Thinking of this floor, I couldn't help but look up again, thinking back to the passage above, I really don't know where it is the most complete.

Either way, sitting still here is not an option, so I'm going to find a way back to the tomb through that passage first.

I pulled a lighter out of my backpack, and I simply tied it with an unopened bundle of wire rope, stuffed some sulfur powder into it, and wrapped it in a gown I had taken off.

After getting these things ready, I inserted one end of the flashlight into the wire rope and made it look like a torch.

Speaking of which, it's really clumsy, but after rummaging in my backpack for a long time, I really can't find anything suitable except for this hard wire rope.

The wire rope was tied up in a bunch, and the weight was not light, and I glanced at the label on it, which was ten meters long, and it would be a pity if it burned out.

The rope was strong and thin, and I thought it would last a long time, so I immediately refueled it and lit it with a lighter.

The sulfur wrapped in my clothes smelled so choking from the torches that I frowned and held back my sneezing.

In the dark, I tried to lift the torch made of the flashlight, but because the weight of these things was not light, I used both hands to reluctantly lift it, shaking the torch while looking at my feet, and slowly walked forward.

By this time, the bugs had already receded, and I had an easy journey, but when I walked back, I felt that something was wrong around me.

With that sense of uncertainty, I tentatively approached the place, where a series of sounds were ringing from the stone platforms in the light of the torches.

The frequency of the sound was fast, but not loud, as if there were a lot of things crowded, crawling out of some narrow place, and the first thing that came to my mind was the bone-eaters, but when I waved the torch and looked elsewhere, I realized that it was not.

Because the ground was covered with swarthy things, I approached with torches, and saw the corpses of bone-eating insects.

Their deaths were simple, their bodies seemed to be crushed by gravity, but the black blood on the ground had already coagulated.

Could it be that something has changed here, too? The place I'm back to now is not the same place I fell off in the first place!

His eyes kept moving forward, and he walked past those ancient platforms one by one, and under the firelight, the skeletons on the stone platforms were still lying quietly on them.

When I walked to the sixth stone platform, the sound of unknown origin suddenly disappeared, and with the disappearance of those sounds, I subconsciously waved the torch and looked around, and at this moment, the firelight suddenly shone on a simple drawing drawn with blood around me.

On the stone wall, the dried blood was in a distorted state, like a wolf on the verge of death, its limbs were twisted by the blood painting, as if it was constantly struggling.

In front of this bloody painting engraved on the stone wall, with hideous lines and strange images, there is a breath of death that makes me shudder when I look at it, as if I am being watched by the eyes of hell.

Under the firelight, the blood that had dried up and turned from red to black made it difficult for me to calm down for a long time, and all the pores on my body were soaked with this coldness.

After a few minutes, I suddenly took a step back, lowered my head to relax, and whispered a hint to myself to reject the unknowable.

This feeling of death lingered around me, and I struggled to restrain myself and find a way to distract myself and look around instead.

Hiding from the bloody painting, I found something in the corner of the stone wall that I didn't know if it was a human bone or not.

The bones were broken, and they were also stained with dried blood, and I don't know how many years they had been here.

Looking along the stone walls, although I was very resistant, I had to face them directly, because a large part of the clues here may be related to this blood painting, and even these bones and blood belong to the same person.

I don't know how they were drawn, but when I saw them, I panicked, and maybe the living creatures in the burial chamber would be crushed to death as the passage moved.

Not far from this bloody painting, I also found an old-fashioned assault rifle, and if I guessed correctly, there should have been those who went to the tomb for the first time with Liu Qingchun.

Come to think of it, they may also be like me, separated by this constantly moving tomb, and inexplicably appear here.

They had no sulfur powder in their hands, and they probably encountered those terrible bugs before they died, until they finally watched the entire burial chamber disappear in front of their eyes.

I don't know how desperate it was, I just know that I have to find a way out of this place as soon as possible.

Leaning the torch against the stone wall, I put on a pair of gloves and carefully picked up the rifle from the bloodstain, and I fiddled with it casually, feeling some dried blood running through it.

When I was in school, I watched military documentaries, and although I didn't dare to say how proficient I was with guns, I still knew a little about it.

The style of this gun is very old-fashioned, much like the kind of German-made rifle during World War II, and the biggest advantage is in the firepower, it can be filled with more than 20 rounds at a time, but it looks very bulky to pick up.

Pushing down the chamber hard, I found that there were still more than a dozen rounds inside, and I tried the rebound force of the trigger again, and knocked it on the stone wall, and after the blood inside dried up, I knocked it like this, and it all fell off.

Fiddling with it a few times back and forth, it feels pretty good, although it has been here for I don't know how many years, but there is no obvious damage to the gun, it should still be usable, so I am ready to take it away, saying that it will definitely be useful.

This tomb is not simple, and judging by the insects I have encountered now, I may not encounter anything in the future. Having this thing in my hand also makes me feel a little more at ease.

Closing the chamber, I knocked the barrel on the stone wall a few more times, for fear that something would be stuck in the gun, and if there was an emergency, the gun would go off when firing.

After cleaning up, I loosened the strap of the gun and waved it on my back.

With this thing on his back, he felt a little bottom in his heart. With the torch in hand, I walked along the stone wall again, but as soon as I walked out there I could take more than ten steps, I heard the sound just now, and again, this time, it came from the stone platform, and it was very close to me.

I lifted my spirits and approached the voice again, but at that moment suddenly a pattern appeared in my peripheral vision, following the light of the torches, which began at the corner of the stone wall and extended forward.

It was a long, but not regular, animal-like pattern, and an incomplete part, while the rest was blocked off by a stone wall.

I touched the stone wall in my hand, and I saw that there were also some rattan characters on the body of the pattern, and these things seemed to be used to record certain things.

But what I see now is only a part, which on the other hand shows that the stone wall is divided into different parts, and that I am in a part of this wall, and it is not known whether the other parts corresponding to the frescoes have the same burial chamber.

Following the pattern on the stone wall, I walked forward for dozens of steps, and finally found the "tail" of the animal in this pattern

But it has a barb on its "tail", like a scorpion, and the rest of the body can be seen, more like a snake.

Maybe it's a large poison, but I can't tell if it's a cold-blooded animal or a warm-blooded animal based on what I've seen so far.

Along the fresco, I searched the rest of the stone wall and stumbled upon two bullet holes above my head!