At this time, someone in front of me exclaimed: "Oh my God! "I hurriedly ran up to take a look, and I couldn't breathe in amazement, the whole tomb was full of murals, without a specific theme, and it looked like they were painted casually. Different from www.biquge.info the previous vague abstraction, these murals are absolutely realistic, and each stroke is refined and meticulous, just like a real scene.

And there is the same person in these murals, I guess it should be Song Sleeve himself. The figure is very good, wearing a plain clothes, the hair is scattered and falls on the waist and tail, but the face is covered with red veil, and he can't tell whether it is a man or a woman half-concealed.

Since the gender of Song Sleeve is a big problem that has always bothered me, I have to study and study his portrait all of a sudden. I stared at the Song sleeves on the wall from all angles one by one, and when the blind Chen saw my action, he laughed and said: "I didn't expect that Xiao He Ye is also a person who loves beauty, and he is really clumsy in the bottom." ”

I thought to myself that you were not only clumsy, but also clumsy, so I ignored him and continued to look at my murals.

But observing and observing, I saw a big problem, this Song sleeve looks too fucking like Wu Ming, especially the eyes. I hurriedly asked Wu Ming to come and see it himself, but he said no. I called the three fat men to see it, and he also said that it didn't look like it at all, the momentum of the little brother was obviously much stronger, how could this man with Danfeng eyes look like a little brother when there were more of them. He also asked me if I really had thoughts about Wu Ming that I shouldn't have, and this person began to see things and think about people while he was still around.

I couldn't retreat from a mouthful of old blood in my throat, and I couldn't wash it away even if I jumped into the Luoyang River this time.

But jokes are jokes, I really think this Song sleeve looks like Wu Ming.

Everyone thinks that the Song sleeves on the mural don't look like Wu Ming, and I am the only one who insists on it, and I can't help but doubt myself a little, so I look at it again, but it is still the same, and the more I look at it, the more I look like it. I thought to myself, master, I'm young, so it stands to reason that I shouldn't be dazzled, why can't I match everyone?

Wu Ming saw that I was still confused, so he walked over and asked, "What's wrong?" I said unwillingly: "I believe that my eyes will not be wrong, you can look at it again." Maybe it was my cheekiness that moved him, Wu Ming really watched it from beginning to end.

Seeing that he suddenly let out a short note of surprise, I thought I had found a sense of belonging to the revolution, so I hurriedly asked, "Isn't it, do you look like him?" He said, "I think I've seen him before." "I was disappointed and shocked at the same time, you said you had seen him, so how old did you live? I suddenly remembered my grandfather who had become a monster, could it be that Wu Ming was also hit by some kind of corpse qi or something like that became immortal? Besides, you said that the heads of your Wu family are short-lived people, so according to what you say, aren't you really a monster.

At that time, I was so surprised that I didn't hear Wu Ming's later sentence, "I also saw it in paintings when I was young." For several minutes after that, I was in the idea that Wu Ming was a thousand-year-old monster, and even stood much farther away from him.

The three fat men in the back pushed me in a daze, and without reacting for a while, they yelled at him: "What are you doing? The three fat men looked stunned, as if they had never seen me, and shouted back loudly: "I said big pillar, are you fucking stimulated by something, you have learned to yell at people." Didn't the little brother just say that Song Sleeve was too long to be as heroic as his heroics, and besides, didn't he tell you later that he had seen it in the portrait when he was a child, what is the matter with you staring at this point all the time? We are a united revolutionary organization, and you should not always have wrong ideas. ”

At this time, it was my turn to change my face, and this was the end of being obedient and not listening. Wu Ming also gave me a cold look, and I thought to myself that what the fuck was a mystery.

Just when I summarized whether I had brought my brains to rob the tomb, the little brother in black said something to Wu Ming, the voice was very low and I couldn't hear clearly, I saw that this is not no resource sharing, it is a real individualism, so I "cut" a sound, the three fat men looked at me with a wicked smile, and made a "you understand and I understand" expression, I looked at him with a horizontal heart, anyway, I couldn't explain it clearly, so let the misunderstanding continue to expand.

Then Wu Ming looked at us lying on the ground, listening to something with his ears on the ground, I saw that this was not the ancient way of marching and fighting to listen to how many people the enemy army came, could it be that there was really something that thousands of troops and horses came in pairs? Immediately look around to see where you can use the vantage point to compete with them.

After a while, Wu Ming stood up and said, "Everyone be careful, something is coming, and it's a big animal." "As soon as I heard that it wasn't a crowd, I felt a lot more relaxed. A dog friend has told me before that the bigger the behemoth in the tomb, the worse the eyesight, as long as the shadow does not make a noise in the dark and does not make a strange smell, it will not be able to detect you.

Therefore, when the old man asked us to shrink into the corner as much as possible and not move, I thought it was a bit of a fuss. Probably because I was too relaxed, I still broke out in a cold sweat when I saw it.

It can really be described as a behemoth, more than two meters tall, looks a little like a wild rhinoceros, are extra-large ungulates, the body is thick and slow, there is almost no hair on the body, but the nose and mouth have a trunk similar to an elephant, the eyes have obviously degenerated, although open but white like a membrane.

The third fat man asked softly, "Damn, what the hell is this big thing?" The old man said, "At this time, the night panda, also known as the tapir, is a kind of mythical beast that specializes in cannibalistic nightmares. I once saw a smaller, roaring sound that deafened people's ears from afar in Guizhou. ”

Listening to the old man's explanation, I think I know something about this animal, although I must have seen it in that historical book, although I have only a few strokes, but I can't remember it for a while.

When the animal called the tapir entered the burial chamber, it stretched out its nose to sniff left and right, and finally bit off a piece of wood from the beam of the burial chamber. Seeing this action, I suddenly remembered that it was recorded in the "Divine Sutra": "There are divine beasts in the south, their hair is as black as lacquer, and they eat iron and water......" Could it be this kind of thing, so I blurted out: "The Divine Sutra". ”

Chen, the blind man hiding in the innermost, said: "Xiao He Ye is really knowledgeable and worthy of admiration. I have long been accustomed to his cynicism, and I replied without blushing and heartbeat: "Mr. praises." ”

At this time, the tapir had finished eating the wood, it should really not be able to see clearly, from the way he walked tentatively, it can be seen that it relies on the sense of smell to walk, just like a blind man depends on a guide dog, its big trunk is constantly sniffing on the ground, and its fat body follows, and it will automatically avoid obstacles when it smells of obstacles.