Behind the wizard, there is an assistant standing with a knife, because the mural is very old, the specific appearance of this knife is not very clear, I guess it may be the black dragon knife that Zheng Feng stole from the knife mound, it turned out to be the wizard's personal belongings, the wizard's power is blazing, and it is understandable to build a tomb for his knife alone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What does this person do, how do you sit next to the desk?" I saw a very different person in the painting, sitting next to the desk, the paint on his body was peeling off a little, and I couldn't see his clothes clearly, and I couldn't see his specific appearance, but this person was not tall, he was short.

"Generally, when the ancients sacrificed, they were all sorcerers who presided, and if there was a deputy next to him, it was really strange for this person to sit here." Long Linglong didn't understand what kind of person this was.

"Wizards have a lot of power and respect among the ancients, is this person more powerful than wizards?" I say.

"Is it the status of a king and a chieftain or something?" Long Linglong guessed.

"Even the king's chieftain has to worship below during the sacrifice, because the shaman is the spokesman of the gods, and in the presence of the gods, no matter what the status of the person is, he must show his fear of the gods, and the administrative power of the king's chieftain is useless here." I say.

"I can't see that you even understand this." Long Linglong said.

"When I was touching gold, I met a master and listened to him." I made up a random reason.

"I didn't expect there to be such a master in the gold industry." Long Linglong glanced at me and said.

"Is it high? Don't you think, if you know a little, you're a master? But I'm really tall, taller than the average person. I said.

"If this man is not a king or a chieftain, then he must have made great contributions to his people, so the ancients regarded him as a god, and let him stand with the gods and be worshipped by everyone." Long Linglong said.

"This reason makes sense, so what contribution has this person made to the clan?" I say.

"Maybe the next mural will tell us the answer. Long Linglong moved the firelight as she spoke, finding the third mural.

This painting depicts a group of tall Ancients surrounding a short Ancient, as if they were arguing fiercely, and there are several Ancients lying on stretchers next to them, as if they are in pain.

"Is this short man the one sitting at the offering table?" I asked.

The appearance of the short ancient man in this painting is clear, it is a square face, a wide mouth and extremely ugly man, the proportion of facial features is very incongruous, if there can be a person's appearance can be called a ghost, then it should be the short ancient man in the painting.

"It should be." Long Linglong said.

I guess so, because in these two paintings, this short man is very special.

"These people seem to be doctors, carrying patients to the doctor for trouble." I say.

Long Linglong smiled, her calm face cream smiled like a blooming flower, and said, "Doctor, this word is interesting." ”

"Maybe this person has developed a medicine to increase people's height, so he is worshiped by the people as a god, but the height enhancement pill has side effects on some people, and these people carry their relatives to find this god-like scientist theory, this genius scientist seems to be a person who is not good at words, and under the aggressive persecution of everyone, he seems to be very cowardly." I say.

"You finally believe that the ancients relied on height enhancement pills to be so tall." Long Linglong said.

"You brought me in with a preconceived idea, and now that you see this medical mural, I vaguely believe it in my heart." I say.

"Originally, I wouldn't have thought of this, but after you mistakenly took what Zheng Feng brought out of the knife mound and became so tall, it dawned on me that the ancient people probably became so tall by taking medicine." Long Linglong said, fine beads of sweat oozing from her white face.

"These people came to this medical expert to theorize and see if he had developed an antidote in the next picture." I said, I'll have to hurry up and find clues to the antidote, the magma doesn't know when it will come up.

Long Linglong moved the fire again, this is a picture of disaster, the fire burned the forest and the home, the tall ancient people fled with their wives and children, this should have nothing to do with me.

"Look at the next one, it doesn't have the information we want." I say.

So, Long Linglong's firelight moved to the next one, and this painting was quite familiar to us, isn't this the laboratory? We let go of the zombie laboratory, where the short, ugly ancient people fiddled with all kinds of clay pots.

"If these paintings are telling their history, this diminutive ancient man must have been developing a medicine to counteract the side effects of heightening." Long Linglong said.

"But that laboratory has been blown to pieces by us, and even if there is medicine, it is now gone." I say.

"Don't worry, there's the next painting for us to consider." Long Linglong said.

This is a picture of the ancient people going down to the well where magma is coming out of the ground, and there is a man pointing to the well and saying something, and the other seven people are listening.

"Isn't this the crater? What are they doing in underground craters? The virus that turned them into zombies crawled out of this crater. I said, W told her in detail about the murals we saw on the way to the crater.

"Why did they come to this crater?" Long Linglong asked.

"The answer to this is known only to the ancients." I say.

"Maybe the short doctor lied to them that there was an antidote to the fact that they were going to keep getting taller." Long Linglong said.

"Let's not rush to this conclusion, maybe the mural below will tell us the answer." I say.

Long Linglong's firelight was shining, I saw the dwarf again, he was in the laboratory, there were dead bodies piled up in the hole behind him, he was holding a jar of potion, pouring it on a dead corpse, this should be the jar that rotted Zheng Feng's legs, as we began to guess, he developed a corpse water or something, trying to destroy these zombies, but for some reason it didn't work out.

"Why didn't he get rid of all the zombies, when this potion had already been developed?" Long Linglong said.

"Maybe he didn't intend to melt these zombies at all, just to keep these zombies and kill each other with his people." I say.

"Cannibalism?" Long Linglong's face changed color, with his simple mind, he couldn't believe that there would be such a thing, and she couldn't guess what kind of psychology cannibalism was at all, "They are hiding here, why are they killing each other?" Your imagination is too much to seem. ”

"You notice that he doesn't have this left hand." I say.