"! Really? You're not mistaken? Is he really alive?" I swallowed my saliva and felt a sigh of relief, tensed up and took a few steps back, and at this moment some mysterious horror movie images came to my mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ziche brought the white hair of the dead corpse to the tip of his nose and showed me that the hair was really fluttering, but it was very slight and very slight, and the interval between inhaling and exhaling was very long, if it was someone else, I would definitely feel that the hands of the person carrying the hair were shaking.

I frowned slightly, unable to tell whether the feeling in my heart at the moment was more fear or more shock.

Ziche knew that I saw it, and beckoned to me, "It's okay, you have to have strength, this guy has already gotten up to say hello, so he won't be lying here."

I thought about it, and I was right.

The reason why this living corpse is so inconspicuous is because his body is covered with a layer of earth and stone in many places, the air in this figurine tunnel does not seem to circulate much, and the sand and gravel that just poured in are not large enough to cover a person, this must have been after many years, it can be seen that he has really been lying here for a long time. If the corpse becomes early, the corpse will change, and I will see if he is a man or a woman.

I leaned back and squatted next to the dead man, knowing that he was still alive but lacked water, so my heart was not so repulsed.

The brain quickly recalled, and looked at the car blankly, "If this guy is really the person who should have been lying in the hanging coffin, then how can he still be angry? Or is it ...... In fact, all the animals in the hanging coffins are still alive along the way?"

The white peacock's majestic red eyes were surprisingly vivid, and I still have a deep impression of it.

Ziche heard my question and shook his head, "I didn't pay that much attention right now."

"Me too." Who cares if the creature next to them is dead or alive when they push the limits of the human body, "Hey, what about that dude? Since he's still alive, it's better to keep throwing this away."

"You're stupid, he's been lying here for years? Is it possible that you have to carry him away." Ziche glanced at the guy lying on the ground.

Indeed, as Ziche said, looking at the body structure of the old man can determine that he is a real ancient human. And the time he has been lying in this figurine may be enough for me to be reincarnated for more than a hundred lifetimes.

"Then let's give it away." I say.

Lying alone here, is there the difference between being alive and dead? It's been so long, and that's enough. No one can decide whether a life is going or not, but at this moment I feel deep in my heart that this path is the most suitable for my brother.

Ziche raised an eyebrow and never left me, and slowly put his hand on the man's jaw and stopped, I knew that he was trying to test it, lest someone die and I would go crazy again.

"Why did you suddenly get your senses?"

"I've always understood that."

Being alive is not necessarily the best outcome, in fact, I have always known it in my heart.

The bitter feeling in my mouth was indescribable, and just after I nodded slightly, a crisp clicking sound came from my eardrums. I swallowed my throat without blinking, watching my brother's body gradually turn into a dry skeleton like the last Nuwa.

In fact, the uncomfortable feeling is only for a moment, this is just a kind of emotional contingency, and the emotion is over.

Ziche looked at me calmly, and didn't say much, but reached out and rummaged in the dry bones as if looking for something.

He bent his fingers and carefully hooked a belt out of the sand, "I noticed that the clothes on my brother's body are quite elaborate, you see, this belt is made of leather."

"What kind of leather, cowhide?" I reached out and looked at it, asking suspiciously.

Ziche sniffed and shook his head.

The belt is one of the most important accessories in Asian culture, as it can maintain body temperature, hold clothes in place for easy work, and show off the curves of the body, and later evolved to show off one's status.

In fact, the clothes that the brother was wearing were almost oxidized, scattered and torn, and with a light lift, a whole piece of cloth could be torn off, thick and dark. Only this belt was not fully rotten, perhaps because of the leather goods. Shake off the soil attached to the belt, and you can clearly distinguish the diamond-shaped geometric pattern on the belt that is nailed with sharp tools, and there are several round breasts in the middle that seem to be polished out of bones and hang on it, which is suspected to be decorative.

"Really, this dye must be more expensive than gold." I looked at the stained fingers and agreed with Ziche's statement.

The dye on the leather belt has become gray and dirty, and at first glance it looks like black, and the color fixing technology of the pre-ancient dye is not high, so that the sweat and oil on my hands dissolve a little bit of blue dye. The blue is quite beautiful, it looks the same color as the clouds under Chang'e's feet on the top of the sky, and the fingertips are still translucent after gently rubbing them with your hands, like the pearlescent that girls will add to their cosmetics.

Humans have been using grass to make dyes for centuries, but the unique blue color is not easy to make, unlike now, when you only have to go to an art supply store to choose from a variety of colors. The blue and dazzling appearance of this belt when it is not oxidized can be regarded as the ultimate handicraft in ancient times.

Ziche rested the searchlight on the ground, examined the belt with a serious expression, and began to whisper to himself.

I hadn't heard Ziche talk to himself, and I was startled, thinking that he was possessed or something, so I patted him on the shoulder and shouted at him.

"Damn, what are you talking to yourself doing, don't be scary."

"Hmm...... I'm thinking that the intentions of this Nine Yang Temple may be more complicated than we expected." He spread the entire belt flat on the ground, pointed to the row of diamonds arranged in a perforated way, and asked, "Do you know what this pattern is?"

I looked exaggerated and asked him, "Ha, do you really think I'll know?"

Ziche smiled stupidly, "This leather belt is nailed with a pattern dedicated to worshipping ghosts and gods. The square pattern in this row represents human beings, while the notched pattern in the other row represents ghosts and gods, and the broken line in the middle means that humans and ghosts are connected, and the meaning of the whole pattern represents the unity of humans and ghosts."

"Oh, I see." I nodded in response and was amazed, the simple and mysterious pattern actually has a profound meaning. The heart is not much different from the truth of modern LOGO design, and a circle and a glance can represent the concept of corporate harmony and vision.

Then again, a white man was well-dressed, wearing a delicate leather belt for sacrificing ghosts and gods, and was packed in a transparent coffin. I was so puzzled that I wanted someone to tell me the ins and outs of everything, but unfortunately the only person who had the opportunity to tell me what was going on had just broken into bones.

In addition to the leather belt, a string of silver bronze was found near the brother's chest, which jingled when scooped up, and resembled the exaggerated silver ornaments worn on the body during the celebrations of some ethnic minorities. I don't know much about ethnic minorities, and I feel that this silver chain is quite suitable for any ethnic group.

We put the belt and silver chain in our backpacks, drank some more water and rested, and then walked over the bones of our brother and really began to make our way to the other end of the tunnel.

However, I don't know how long it has been, and I feel unbalanced in the infinite darkness of the environment, and I can't estimate the time at all, but I feel that it should be a long time coming.

I didn't notice when there were, but some murals began to appear on the two walls of the connecting walkway.

The paintings are very simple and all have lines, one grid and one grid are presented in a square shape, these murals are the same size, the composition is slightly different, but the content of the painting is all the same scene, just like watching a stop-motion teardown of an animation.

A moon, a woman, and a cloud, this corridor is full of pictures of Chang'e running to the moon.

Ziche and I couldn't help but lean against the wall to watch, and under the strong light, I saw a touch of vermilion painting material showing a little oil, so I hurriedly turned the searchlight in my hand to the ground.

"Don't get too close, and don't stay at the same point for too long, the pigment doesn't seem to be heat-resistant and will dissolve." I parked the wake-up car.

"How do you draw if you are not heat-resistant? It used to be just torches."

"This is the mysterious wisdom of the ancients." Otherwise, how could there be a world incredible. I looked at the paintings on the wall and thought something was wrong, "Do you think the content of the first few paintings is not very relevant to this one?"

We walked back and looked back, and found that the lower right corner of the previous pictures had an extra lying figure, but as the painting progressed, the figure became smaller and smaller.

Chang'e was taking advantage of Hou Yi's sleep to steal pills, I thought that the lying figure represented Hou Yi, and then there should be a mural that Hou Yi found out of the chase, but so far I have seen several of them, except for the moon and the woman have not changed, only the background is constantly changing.

Ziche also pondered back and forth for a while after I asked, and his face was much darker. Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had found something, and he pressed the searchlight against the mural, ignoring my warning, and even walked straight to the front and looked at it several times.

"This is not Chang'e running to the moon, and there is nothing true about this just looking at a map." He couldn't hide his excitement and continued, "I remember, Feng Xin and I took a mission a few years ago, and the goal was to take a picture of twelve beauties, although the picture was a hundred times more delicate than this, but the picture was almost the same. Feng Xin had already talked about the meaning of the beautiful picture at that time, but I didn't remember it in time." Ziche inhaled vigorously, his chest heaving greatly, as if a terrible wave was about to submerge him.

He looked at me after a moment's composure, "This is indeed a series of murals, but it is not the story of Chang'e going to the moon." After a pause, he said, "This is the story of a woman's out-of-body journey at night."

"What? Out-of-body?" I thought I misheard.

"Yes. It's an out-of-body soul."

No wonder Feng Xin would ask me that kind of question at the first glance when he saw the zenith when he was in the herbarium, and he must have known what the painting meant immediately. In this way, the hanging scroll hanging in the paper tie royal building before is about the out-of-body soul. This is why there is no trace of anyone turning in the imperial building except for the hole next to the door, I think it is Feng Xin as soon as he saw this painting scroll, he immediately knew that its meaning was not pure.

The heart said that this Chang'e running to the moon really has an inside story, and future generations will beautify the story very seriously.

"Then do you remember what Feng Xin said about anything else?" I asked.