The third picture, which is a little mutilated, shows a strange little house, the door is ajar, and smoke from the white paint wafts out of the crack in the door, and the warriors who have been sealed are lined up one after another, and fall to their knees, their faces full of fanatism, and their eyes fixed on a large bronze tripod in front of them.

One of them, a few of us, found his neck empty, his head already in the big ding, his head facing up, and the corners of his mouth showing a strange sense of satisfaction.

My brain can't turn a little, is he so happy that his head has been cut off? The characters in this painting are all insane.

Hou Jun did a little research on the ancient tombs, and said: "The content on this may really exist, in ancient times, the nobles built their own mausoleums and passed down their lives in another form, one is narrated in words, and the other is painted like these murals on the wall." ”

"But this isn't a grave either!" I reminded him.

At this time, the third grandfather coughed and pointed to the back, "There is another pair here, but unfortunately there is nothing on it." ”

The fourth? Hou Jun and I moved over and found that there was a fourth painting, but unfortunately it was not unpainted, but it was made into a hornet's nest by someone with a gun, and the whole picture was unrecognizable, with bullet holes everywhere.

The man would do this, perhaps with something even more weird and terrifying that he didn't want to reveal. So could the bones of these headless villagers on the ground be the same as in the painting?

"Let's go, just read it, the content above may be a way of sacrifice for the ancients!" The third grandfather suddenly opened his mouth and said, "It has nothing to do with us." ”

I hummed, turned around and prepared to leave, walked two steps, and suddenly felt that there was one less person, and I couldn't help but cry out in my heart: ", where is the son?" This guy's sense of existence is too low, he just ran in, and he barely noticed him, this guy won't be left by that headless female corpse as a groom, right? ”

The third grandfather looked at me suspiciously, muttering the name of the fool in his mouth.

Hou Jun shuddered coldly.

"Let's go, maybe run inside." The third grandfather seemed to say a pun.

The direction he pointed in was not where he came in, but a round hole in front of the mural, and the flashlight shone past another compartment, and the space inside seemed no smaller than the place where he was standing now, stepping on the white bone skeleton and walking over, I muttered: offended, offended.

Standing outside the cave, I found that there was a glimmer of light inside, we looked at each other suspiciously, just now it was clear that there was no light on the other side of the mural, the third grandfather cautiously leaned out his hand holding the flashlight and looked inside, the faint light source was like a ribbon projected from the head, and after seeing it clearly, I exhaled, it turned out that the rock layer above my head cracked a gap, so as to let the moonlight outside in.

"Is there a bridge to meet?" The third grandfather's eyes are not very good.

Bridge? Hou Jun and I walked over, two rusty iron chains appeared in front of each other, and the iron chains were attached to form an iron chain bridge, and there was indeed a thick white mist below, I used a flashlight to shine downward, and I couldn't shine through at all, as if there was an abyss below.

Hou Jun greeted the third grandfather, "Old man, it's safe on the bridge." ”

Immediately, he walked up with me and carefully stepped on the iron plate filled with Hideyoshi and walked across the bridge, which was only four or five meters wide. After crossing the bridge, I found that the third grandfather was still in the middle of the bridge, looking at the white fog in the abyss under the bridge, and couldn't help but say: "Third grandfather, come over to your old man, be careful of falling down." ”

The third grandfather retracted his gaze, and said angrily on his face: "Do you care about the old man like this?" What do you mean to fall, don't you see my hands clenched! ”

Without waiting for me to explain, he walked over quickly, and when he saw me, it was a slap on the back of my head, and I grinned in pain, and the elders beat the juniors, no matter how much it hurt, I couldn't fight back, so I could only endure it.

Hou Jun covered his mouth and smiled, suddenly his face froze, seeing that his expression was wrong, I hurriedly looked ahead, under the faint flashlight, a three-meter-high phantom appeared in the dark, I swallowed my saliva, took small steps regardless of Hou Jun's pull, or leaned over, and approached to see that it was actually a small wooden house.

I felt a little ridiculous, it looked strange from the outside, and there was even a headless female corpse wandering, how could there be a small cabin here? Even Hou Jun seemed puzzled.

"A bridge, a house, is this still a paradise?" Hou Jun said with some sarcasm.

The third grandfather didn't speak, carefully looked at the wooden house in front of him, his face gradually sank, and said in a low voice: "This seems to be a shrine." ”

Shrine? I know this thing, in our ancient Han nationality, the small pavilion where the statue of the gods and the spirit card of the ancestors was placed, and some large families also put this thing in the Republic of China, but in modern society, there are few, or basically not visible. Shrines come in sizes to determine how many gods are placed inside.

But the shrine in front of me is a little too big, is it that there are a lot of immortals in it?

"But why does it look so familiar?" I looked at the shrine closely.

Hou Jun patted his head and said, "Isn't it familiar, isn't it the house with white mist in the third picture on the mural?"

When he said this, he suddenly stopped dumb, stared at the shrine, and said with a trembling body: "White mist, murals, shrines, Brother Yun, could it be that they dedicated their heads to the gods in the shrine like in the painting?" ”

"Tell me all nonsense, where did the gods come from in this world?" The third grandfather didn't believe in evil and stepped forward alone.

I was afraid that the old man had a mistake and hurriedly called Hou Jun to follow, and after approaching the shrine, the door of the shrine was closed, and the door was carved with strange images, I signaled if I wanted to push it open, and the third grandfather nodded and stretched out his hand to press on the door.

As soon as we strained, the door creaked open, and a large amount of dust immediately rushed in.

"What kind of wood is this shrine made of?" I patted the dust off my head, spit out the dust particles in my mouth, and said, "It's strong enough, but it hasn't been destroyed by the ****** of time." ”

The door opened.

Three flashlights shone into it, dusty, except for a base and a bronze tripod on the front side, there was nothing on the left and right, and it was empty. Hou Jun and I followed the third grandfather into it and went straight to the base, on which was placed a much smaller shrine, long like a rectangular box, but this small shrine was extremely hard, as if it was cast with black gold.

"What do you think there's going to be in there?" Hou Jun's old personality suddenly appeared, and he said with a gleam in his eyes: "Let's say it first, you don't want anything, and the things can belong to me." ”

After speaking, before we could react, this guy grabbed the iron shrine and opened the two small doors, only to see that there was nothing on both sides, which immediately made him happy.

"Even if there is something in it, it is still a spiritual position, and you are too long to take the spiritual position, right?" The third grandfather glared at him angrily.

Hou Jun seemed unwilling to look at the empty shrine and said, "But where are the things inside?" ”

"No, someone must have taken it." I shrugged my shoulders.

At this time, I saw that the third grandfather suddenly stared at the shrine, and I didn't know what to think, could it be that he was also disappointed by what didn't exist in it? Looking at the two of them in a daze, I sighed, and then walked to the side to take a look at the wooden house shrine.

Suddenly, I saw a black mass on the wall, stretched out my hand to wipe it, and immediately shouted: "Third grandfather, come and take a look, there are words on it!" ”

PS: The third update, it's gone tonight! It's tiring!