The lights in the tomb were lit one by one, and under the orange-yellow wall lamps, the passage gradually turned blood red. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's going on?" As soon as Zhuo Fan turned around, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw that half of the side of his poker face had been haloed reddish-brown.

"Come and see." Lao Jiang waved at them and told them to hurry forward. It's just that Poker Face didn't mean to move forward, he stood where he was, cast his eyes on the wall, and walked forward little by little.

"What the hell is this? Why is it so scary. ”

"The mural on this is about hell." "Legend has it that before the wicked die, the gates of hell will be opened to him, and he will see the eighteen layers of hell separately, and then the person will be thrown into hell in extreme fear. ”

"What does this have to do with the murals we see now?" Zhuo Fan's voice trembled a little, he had already turned off the flashlight left by Lao Jiang, only to feel that the blood on the mural had been illuminated through the wall lamp, and in the entire passage, it seemed that a fishy and stuffy blood could be smelled.

"We'll not know until we get to the end of the passage." The poker face looked in the direction of Lao Jiang, and Lao Jiang saw that these two people ignored him, so he had to go back.

"You two, let you come and don't move, I've seen it all here, it's all little demons and ghosts, but it's different later, I see a huge spinning top."

"Old Jiang, you wait first." Pokerface looked over as he walked forward, "That's right, this should be a mural of hell." It's just that this mural seems to have been seen somewhere. Poker Face couldn't help but touch it with his hands.

Zhuo Fan approached and took a closer look, "This mural is too real." Poker Face stretched out his hand to touch it, but was suddenly pulled by Lao Jiang.

"You can't touch it." Lao Jiang warned solemnly, and then put down Zhuo Fan's hand.

"Why, why can't you touch it?"

"Do you know who is the best at hell murals?"

"Who is it?"

"It is the Huainan Marquis of the Western Han Dynasty. Of course, this Huainan Hou does not appear in the official history, but almost all archaeologists and Tufuzi know about this person. ”

Poker looked at Lao Jiang and signaled that he wanted to rest, so he sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Lao Jiang thumped his legs, also sat down, and said, "According to the history of the wilderness, during the period of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty, Zhang Qian went to the Western Regions, and he secretly protected him all the way, but then somehow, Zhang Qian was captured by the Huns, and then the king of Huainan disappeared. Some people say that he was killed by the Huns, and some people say that he was captured by the Huns together with Zhang Qian, and later simply surrendered to the Huns and became a general of the Huns. The reason for the latter speculation is that in the early years of the two thousand years, near Lake Baikal, an ancient tomb was unearthed, which, according to archaeologists, was the tomb of the Xiongnu leader Shan Yu, and there are such hell murals in the ancient tomb. And the mural also records in detail that the draughtsman of the mural is the king of Huainan. ”

"Perhaps, this mural is just a replica of the mural." Zhuo Fan watched carefully.

"The older it is, the more vivid the colors of the murals become, which is the characteristic of the murals of the Huainan King Hell. Moreover, one of the characteristics of his murals is that he makes good use of blood to paint. That's why the cave is vaguely filled with the smell of blood. As the temperature rises, the smell of blood increases. ”

"Then why can't this mural be touched? It looks like it's just an ordinary mural. ”

"As I said earlier, this mural is painted with blood, and the reason why it can last for a long time is actually because Huainan Hou's painting has a very important feature, that is, it will be mixed with a liquid. We all know that the pigment will become more vivid after adding water, but Huainan Hou added not only water, but water with venom, so this mural is poisonous. ”

"But, just now, you all touched the wall with your hands." Zhuo Fan said in horror.

"Don't worry, we all take antidote pills in advance, this level of toxin is useless to us." Lao Jiang patted the sand on his hands and said. After graduation, Lao Jiang has been engaged in the gold industry, and he has not been in such close contact with archaeology for a long time, and now he has the opportunity to fiddle in front of Zhuo Fan, how could he miss it? Lao Jiang was a little proud, "It's time for us to rest, after walking for so long, our legs are not our own." ”

Lao Jiang raised his head on his back. People in the archaeological community say that the murals of hell are the best murals that are rare in the ages, and I think that the murals in this passage are probably more magnificent and real than the murals in the ancient tomb of the Hun chieftain. ”

"This can be used as a new issue of "Wonderland", with the help of blood light, Zhuo Fan touched the mural in the air, the mural was lifelike, and the ghosts on the mural almost jumped from it.

"Don't say it, I read the last issue of "Ragnarok", if you want to say that Yu Yue is really a reporter's material, the focus is not word-for-word, but the truth is not written. It's almost like a fantasy novel. ”

"I also think what she writes is like a story made up." Zhuo Fan said, finally withdrew his hand and sat cross-legged next to Poker Face.

Lao Jiang disagreed, "Don't say it, what is making up a story, I said that this column of yours is like making up a story, do you think how many readers will run to confirm it in person after reading it, and they are not looking for fun in life." In this case, it doesn't matter how much water is mixed in the middle, the important thing is fun! I think Yu Yue has grasped the essence of this column. ”

"I didn't expect Lao Jiang to have such a unique insight into our magazine." Zhuo Fan admired it in his heart. In fact, he told Yu Yue the same thing at the beginning, but since he learned that his father faked his death, he instinctively had a skeptical attitude towards many things. Even, until now, he is still wondering if his father is still alive somewhere even though he died in front of him.

"Say, is there really a hell in this world?" Zhuo Fan thought about his father and asked.

"It's hard to say, no one knows where people go when they die."

"How could the Marquis of Huainan paint such a lifelike mural of hell? Don't you think, that's a little too incredible? ”

"What do you want to say?" Poker Face suddenly asked, startling Lao Jiang, "Ouch, I said don't be so sudden, it's okay, it scares my heart." ”

"I don't know...... I always feel that this Huainan Hou is not simple. Zhuo Fan had a faint idea in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.

"In fact, the most strange thing is not why Huainan Hou can paint a hell mural, but why Huainan Hou painted such a big hell mural here." Poker said as he looked at the blood-red passage. His words made the passage more and more mysterious. "Probably, at the end of the passage, we can know the answer."

"That's right!" Lao Jiang suddenly thought of something, "I almost forgot about it when you interrupted it, come and see." After speaking, Lao Jiang walked quickly to the front, "I think this mural is very strange, it's not the same as the previous one, come and take a look." ”

Zhuo Fan followed Lao Jiang first, "What is this?" Tornado? Zhuo Fan tilted his head to look at the pattern on the mural, the strange thing is that this mural is not painted with blood as the background, the whole mural is a huge whirlwind-like pattern, from top to bottom from large to small, spiraling downward. Zhuo Fan is right, the first feeling is like a tornado, and it is also like an inverted triangle spinning top rotating at high speed.

"You say, it was a scene in hell before, why did it become a tornado here, could it be that there are tornadoes in hell?" Lao Jiang held his cheeks, and the fat at the corner of his mouth bulged out. "Is it true that art creators are so different?"

"It's hell too." Poker Face said calmly.

"How is this hell? Don't you tell me that hell spins like a tornado, at high speed? ”

"No, you see, although it looks like a tornado at a cursory glance, you can't see anything, but if you look closely, there are a total of eighteen lines on it, which should represent eighteen layers of hell."

Lao Jiang's eyes widened, and he almost pressed his big face against the wall, "Don't say it, it seems that there is such a thing." Although I was dazzled by the number of places, it was really eighteen. Could this be the panorama of the eighteen layers of hell? ”

Zhuo Fan looked at the poker face's reaction, and the poker face just nodded slightly.

"In this way, the front should be a partial map of hell, and this is the whole map, there are many people who will go to hell, but there are very few people who will go to the eighteenth layer of hell, so it will be like a mural painting, in the shape of an inverted triangle." After speaking, Lao Jiang immediately retorted to himself, "It's not an inverted triangle, but an inverted cone." ”

"Since we have seen the general map of hell, is our passage about to come to an end?"

"Of course that's what I said, but look ahead, there's endless darkness, and where it's over, I wish it had come to an end." Old Jiang stomped his feet in a hurry. Suddenly, Lao Jiang's expression froze, and he realized that his feet were empty, and before he could find his balance, his body had already begun to fall backwards.

In the blink of an eye, Lao Jiang had disappeared from the eyes of Poker Face and Ah Shen, and there was no sound in the passage.

"What's going on?" Zhuo Fan was so frightened that he couldn't move, "Just now, Lao Jiang was still in front of us. ”

As he spoke, Poker Face had already taken out a highly penetrating wolf-eye flashlight from his backpack, a beam of light, and pierced into the darkness. It pierces through the darkness as hard and powerful as a laser. About 10 meters away, the flashlight stopped.

The poker face moved the flashlight slowly downward, and the flashlight kept penetrating it, and the end of the light column could not be seen.

"What is this?"

"Ouch, my mother, scared me to death." Lao Jiang's voice came from below. Poker Face slowly moved the flashlight vertically downward, sure enough, Lao Jiang hung on a stone with one hand, he looked down through the wolf-eyed flashlight of Poker Face, his face turned blue, and he hurriedly twisted his head back, and shouted at Poker Face, "Quick, turn off the flashlight, there's something down here!" ”