Further on, the mural was paved with large and small stones, and almost every stone had a human figure of different sizes, like a huge stone carving factory. The stone figures are expressionless, but the figures in the mural not only have painful expressions, but also struggle and twist various parts of their bodies, allowing the viewer to feel the severity of the torture they are enduring at the moment just by looking at them.

"Only by standing there did you understand how terrifying 'petrification' is. When a large living person is petrified from the fingertips of his limbs, or from the tips of his hair, or from his left and right ears, and the pain is unbearable, those who are extremely strong will draw their swords and slash at them, swinging the petrified part in two. The poisonous snake bites the arm and the strong man breaks the wrist, which is originally a wise move of the top master, but in that valley, even if the arm is cut off, it will start to petrify from the wound of the broken arm twice, and it will not prevent the occurrence of the mutation. I saw with my own eyes that many people were howling in tears, but the petrification spread rapidly, passing through their faces, and their angry mouths were frozen into cyan stones. However, the roar from their chests did not cease, and accumulated in their throats, until at last their necks swelled and a stone suddenly flew into the air......

Ding Jun responded with a wry smile: "It is indeed very scary."

No scientist can explain how "petrification" happens, and the opinions of medical anatomists are not entirely convincing, making this rapidly spreading strange disease a mystery in the human world.

In the picture, the semi-petrified man is connected to the ground and cannot move, like a plant locked in the soil.

"But at least you're okay now, aren't you?" He asked again.

Xue Wan raised her right hand, showed her little finger, and replied with palpitations: "This little finger of mine is almost petrified, and I can even feel that the bones, muscles, and blood vessels inside it are undergoing drastic changes, and they are losing consciousness little by little. Fortunately, a woman with a white veil covering her face saved me and used a gold needle dipped in her own blood to stab my acupoint and heal my wounds, so that my little finger could be saved. Later, she gave me a canoe to escape along the underground river in the valley and return to the women's town. I have been to the river several times, but as I grew older, I never had the courage to try to jump into it. ”

This is understandable, even if the river is not fatal, the mysterious petrified power in the valley alone is enough to make people retreat.

"After so many years, I feel very warm in my heart when I think of the female benefactor who saved my life." Xue Wan said faintly.

Next, Xue Wan took Ding Jun to see all the murals. Most of the content in the painting depicts life-and-death battles between people, and when viewed in a coherent way, it is a history of the difficult struggle of the eagle-winged monsters.

"It's easy to understand the empty position on the wall, which will be carved with the future of the Women's Town, but how should the blank space in front of the first painting be explained? Could it be that before the Battle of the Dadu River, there was another unknown history of the Eagle Wing Monsters?" With such doubts, Ding Jun returned to the blank stone wall.

When he reached out and touched the stone wall, he keenly noticed that the surface of the stone wall was slightly rough, and it was obviously sunken in a certain place. He knew that the reason for this phenomenon was that the stone wall was repeatedly polished, and the purpose of polishing was to remove the original picture. The strokes of the original work are deep and shallow, and the deep strokes must be sharpened until the stone wall is deeply recessed. In other words, there were paintings on this stone wall, but it was painstakingly polished away.

The High Priest said that it was the Harpywinged Monster who had worn off the fresco, and that he did not want future generations to know where he came from. However, to this day, any act of eradicating history is meaningless, because he came from the Valley of Petrification, the Abyss of the Revenant, the City of Purgatory, the Sacrificial Fortress, and that place was sealed forever as a black hole in the history of the Maiden City. No one is allowed to revisit history for any reason without the permission of the High Priest. I was only amnesty from the high priest because I had strayed into that place, and I was ignorant of the child," Xue Wan sighed deeply, and a faint shadow was cast over her shining eyes, "It was there that I saw a large forest of knotted ropes, and countless gray ropes hung down from the sky, each of which was tied with hundreds of dead knots of different sizes. I suppose that the owner of the rope must have been thinking about it day and night, remembering all the people and things he had met in his life, so he carefully tied so many knots, right?"

"Take me to that place." Ding Jun said.

Xue Wan nodded: "The high priest guessed that you would say this."

Ding Jun remained silent: "Really? Will she agree to you taking me there?"

Xue Wan took the lead out of the studio and replaced the answer with practical actions.

The two of them walked through the deathly silence of the house, and from time to time someone looked out of the open window, his eyes twinkling and his face full of fear. Every time Ding Jun looked at those people, he didn't get a little positive response. On the contrary, as soon as those people noticed that Ding Jun began to pay attention to themselves, they immediately left the window and hid in a dark corner.

"They don't seem happy?" Ding Jun asked in a low voice.

"Here, there is no distinction between happiness and unhappiness, everyone just lives quietly. Except for the newborn baby who cries because he doesn't know the rules, the first thing the rest of the people learn from being sensible is to keep their mouths shut and not to speak at will. The sages of mankind have realized since ancient times that living quietly and quietly, abandoning joy, anger and sorrow, will prolong life without limit, just like the seed of a lotus in a frozen state, which can survive for tens of thousands of years without dying. Xue Wan replied lightly.

Within the sight of those people, she cautiously kept her distance from Ding Jun, and her expression was as silent as a pool of stagnant water.

Ding Jun smiled bitterly, this way of life that can't laugh or cry is completely suppressing human nature, making everyone's life have length and quality, no different from the walking dead.

"What about the baby from Torin? When he grows up, does he have to be like this?" He asked.

Retrieving the only descendant of the Shi family was the driving force behind his trek of thousands of miles to the end of the Xiangquan River. With his personality, he had to save the baby even after all the odds.

"He's an exception." Xue Wan replied, "He doesn't belong to the Women's City. ”

"Then let me take him away and send him back to Torin." Ding Jun immediately made a request.

Xue Wan shook her head: "He doesn't belong to the outside world, but a complete accident." Do you understand? He shouldn't have come into this world, that was a mistake. Since it is a mistake, it must be corrected and remedied so as not to create a greater danger. ”

At that time, they were walking into a large shadow that the sky did not shine, and it was also a turning point in the route, able to avoid the countless pairs of eyes behind the countless windows.

"Snow night." Ding Jun stopped suddenly, "Help me, the baby is innocent, let me take him away." ”

Xue Wan replied categorically: "No, it is absolutely impossible that no one can take him away." If he leaves the city of women, it will be a great disaster for the whole world. ”

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