I wrinkled my face, tilted my head slightly, and stared at Hu San with the expression of seeing a prehistoric monster, and the doubts in my heart kept popping up like bubbles: Although there are often long-extinct civilizations in the desert, how could this kind of thing happen to ordinary people like us? That piece of jade can't also have something to do with the extinct ancient country, right? Isn't that the favorite routine in the novel? And which author wrote my life, can you use your brain to make it up for me? I don't want to go through this kind of adventure that can be guessed by a guess.

Hu San glanced at different expressions impatiently, and said angrily: "Believe it or not, why am I making this up to lie to you?" Zhang Xuan, I'm criticizing you by name, why are you twisting your eyebrows and staring at me with a disgusting expression like a piece of? ”

I woke up from the gushing complaints in my heart, scratched my head and said, "I didn't mean to, it's just that I really can't believe it......" I caught a glimpse of his increasingly smelly face and quickly stopped his mouth, and changed the subject, "I want to hear what that place is like, you should have something new to discover, right?" ”

Uncle Lu grimaced and said solemnly: "Don't always interrupt a few of you, although it does sound very mysterious, but-"

He suddenly shut up, took a deep breath, and raised two fingers that were thickly wrapped in gauze with difficulty, looking at Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "You are injured like this, what kind of cigarette are you smoking, I don't have it at all." Besides, you can't see the no-smoking sign on the wall? ”

Uncle Lu reluctantly put down his finger and continued: "At that moment, I really thought that I was in a dream, the golden reliefs, the ivory-colored jade pillars and steps that are more than four people tall, majestic and beautiful, and the murals on the surrounding walls, although they are a little falling off, can still be called colorful, people, chariots and horses and other patterns are all vivid...... The palace was very large, almost the size of two football fields, and when you looked up, you could see the layers of fine paintings and patterns on the ceiling, as well as large areas of solid color patterns that bloomed like flowers. ”

Uncle Lu of my heart has never paid attention to the details of delicate things, nor can he describe them in beautiful language. The palace could make him frown so much, and search his stomach for all the words to describe it, and its beauty and delicacy could be seen. Thinking of this, I can't help but regret that I didn't go with them, if I could see such a beautiful palace with my own eyes, then the danger along the way would not be nothing.

Zhang Siyuan's eyes were shining, scratching his head and urging him to hurry up with his eyes, Uncle Lu told him not to worry, stared at the ceiling and recalled: "I looked around, my heart was itching, and I almost wanted to knock down a few steps or the corners of the pillars to take away. Although these are no longer bright and bright due to oxidation, they are still rare treasures when brought to the market. But after Hu San and I were in ecstasy, we immediately noticed that something was wrong.

The whole hall is empty, except for the murals and pillars, there is basically nothing of value, although there are jade steps and golden tables and plaques at the head of the hall, but there is nothing in it, and it is dust to the touch. I can't help but feel flustered, people always feel uneasy in strange and open places.

We spent an hour searching all the corners and walls, but we didn't find any traps or living creatures, so we had to turn our heads to look at the murals. After I had the patience to read it from beginning to end, the content recorded on it made me, a person who is used to seeing life and death, can't help but feel a chill down my back. ”

Hu San took his words and frowned: "I'll talk about it next, I'm afraid he will miss any details." These frescoes are very long and magnificent, both in terms of painting style and length and width. The frescoes tell the story of an ancient dynasty from strength to extinction. This country was called West Night, and at that time it was not a big country, but a small country with more than 4,000 people. The mural says that its site is not in the Taklamakan Desert, but about 1,200 kilometers away. ”

Wang Linshuo raised his hand and interrupted: "Impossible, right? In ancient times, people were blocked by transportation, how could they go to such a far area and build such a gorgeous palace in the territory of other countries? Seeing that we were puzzled, he explained, "At that time, the Taklamakan Desert was the territory of Loulan and Jingji. ”

Hu San spread his hands and said: "I am also very puzzled, but it is written on the mural, I remember it very clearly, and after I came out, I also specially checked the information and converted the ancient and modern scale units." The mural also says that the king of this country is a Shule people, and this country produces jade, which can almost be regarded as making a fortune from jade. Among the thousands of kinds of jade, there is a particularly rare one, which is long and long, and the jade body is not particularly clear.

The previous emperors all worked hard to govern the country in an orderly manner, and even annexed several small border states. Just when the country was developing rapidly and was expected to fight with Loulan, a sudden disaster fell from the sky, and a somewhat weird little prince who affected the country's fortunes was born. ”

He glanced at us gloomily, and his voice gradually lowered: "That little prince was born different, never playing with others, always drawing things in the room that others can't understand. The mural shows what he is painting, and if you look closely, it looks very much like the small gray building and the telephone of the current person, and there are several small people at the bottom of the painting. When he reached the age of his teens, he had to be succeeded by the lack of suitable candidates. But with his strange personality, he is quite handy in governing the country, and he has won the support of the people and the admiration of the ministers.

But one day, for some reason, his temperament suddenly changed drastically, he didn't say a word, and always stared fiercely at everyone who approached him. After serving by his side for a period of time in such a gloomy place, the palace maids and guards around him died one by one, and the cause of death is unknown. Gradually, no one dared to approach him, like a plague, perhaps because of germs, or perhaps by what he was doing, and after only a month, all those who had spoken ill of him or hated him had died, and these people made up fifty percent of the city's inhabitants.

Regarding the appearance of the deceased, a few sentences were written next to the mural, saying that there was no scar on the outside, but he inexplicably stopped breathing, and when he opened the body, his organs turned dark black and bled incessantly. ”

I felt a chill down my back, and I couldn't help but pull on my coat and stare fixedly into his eyes. Zhang Siyuan said: "Then the emperor won't be a monster, every day he goes to the court during the day, and at night he sucks the people's essence and blood to replenish his ability." ”

Hu San shook his head and said: "What's more interesting is still to come, the people are not afraid, and they collectively revolt and rush into the palace to kill the emperor, but when they struggled to find him in the palace, they found that the emperor's head was cut off by someone and neatly placed at the head of the bed, and there were many fragments of that rare jade at the broken neck, and the blood stained the whole bed red." The crowd was frightened and hurriedly buried him, but gradually someone said a few days later that the dead emperor had returned.

At first, people just thought of it as weird stories and ghost stories, but gradually more and more people claimed to have seen the dead emperor, standing at the door of his house, his face expressionless, pale, and a ring of scars on his neck. Eventually, even the author of the mural met the emperor, and he finally began to believe in the folklore that putting the rarest kind of jade in the country around the neck could save the dead. At first, some people tried this home remedy, but without exception, they all failed, think about it, how can you still live if you cut off your head? Not to mention the resurrection of the dead. Although the people did not believe in the remedies that could resurrect the dead, the dead emperor began to haunt their eyes more and more frequently, and he could even be seen roaming the streets at noon. ”

Wang Zhen gasped: "It doesn't seem to be a ghost, but how can it really resurrect the dead?" I've never believed in this out of tune. ”

Hu San sighed: "Everyone was terrified, that night, basically ninety-five percent of the people left the city, and only the emperor and a few people who were not enlightened or had no money to emigrate were left in the city. It is said that soon after, the few remaining members of the city were all killed.

This is the end of the story, and the author of the mural was forced to leave the country he loved, and in order not to let the country be forgotten by future generations, he and his friends came here to record this event and built the main hall. At the end of the mural, I drew something very obscure, and I looked at it for a long time before I understood its meaning. ”

Zhang Siyuan looked at him eagerly, and Hu San showed a wicked smile: "The last picture of the mural is the whole picture of the entire hall, I thought it was just a structural drawing or to show the magnificence of the hall, but then I looked closely and found that the only furniture in the hall, the offering table, was not painted on it." ”

I had already guessed what it meant, and said with a smug smile: "I guess you two smashed the offering table and found that there was jade and ancient scriptures in it." By the way, what's going on with that ancient scripture? ”

Uncle Lu said lightly: "It is a very thick Buddhist scripture, if the Buddhist master comes, he may feel that it is priceless, but we can't understand it at all." It's never mentioned in this sutra mural, and I haven't heard of it, so I don't know what it's for. Maybe it's the special preference of the people who painted the murals, and I want to pass it on. ”