For a long time, I spent a long time in a wheez, the whole person was like a lost dog, scurrying around in the abyss of the jungle, and unlike before, I could feel that I was obviously running towards the height of the whole mountain this time, maybe at this time I had forgotten Yang Shizhong's warning, and I had also forgotten this person.

"What about people?" It wasn't until I realized that I had lost him.

The breeze in the forest is blowing, the leaves and branches make a rustling sound, I stood here helplessly, looking at the big trees, and finally felt powerless, there was no trace of footprints, no road signs, I didn't even have a little bit of survival skills in the wild, now it's like a person waiting for death, I don't know where to go, where to go, maybe I was too confident before, the jungle has changed too much, everything is out of my imagination.

Between my thoughts, I didn't know that I had walked there in a daze, but I simply saw a stone wall in front of me, and there were some recessed walls under the stone wall, some of these walls were very deep, and some were connected in series like a crack.

I frowned and walked in without any reason, only to find that the artificial marks on the mountain wall were unusually heavy, and although the moss covered the surface, some depictions could still be seen in the upside-down vines hanging under the rocks.

I walked in slowly, the terrain here is very good, basically all the wind and rain can be blocked by the upside-down stone wall, like a natural burial chamber, there is not much light in itself, I walked in the short body was already completely invisible, I casually opened the vines, lit a candle.

To my left and right is a long corridor with no end in sight, and this concave crack that exists under the mountain is like an endless road, mysterious and terrifying.

I held the torch and tore off the vines little by little, only to see a vast painting several meters long presented in front of me, "It is actually a mural." I was stunned: "It seems that I have entered the area of the mountain tomb?" ”

I saw that the rock wall of the mountain is painted with a large number of color murals, colorful, it is very good-looking, giving people a sense of amazement, a sense of amazement, this mural has been extended to the end of the darkness, it can be seen that the grand but small places of this mural can still see the skill of this mural painter, and the same content is also very rich.

Standing in front of this mural with a candle in his hand, it seems that the whole person is in it, in the mural, in that era, in my eyes, the chariots, honor guards, guards, and retinues are in order, sparse and dense, forming a vast "hunting map of a hundred officials"

To be exact, this should be a picture of a hundred officials returning from hunting, although like other tombs of the Han Dynasty, the murals are outlined with iron wires, and have a simple and rough painted style. But in terms of the creation of the human figure, it reveals a real portrayal of demeanor, and the praise of people and horses, carts and prey is pale and weak.

I walked to my right-hand hand side as I continued to look at the scroll, wondering which royal prince could be treated like this. Accompanied by hundreds of officials, that is an emperor's move.

Soon after, I found a man surrounded by cavalry in the fresco, sitting in a luxurious carriage with two animal heads on each side, the roof decorated with five-colored cloth, and surrounded by moire. But when I looked at the man in the car, I felt as if something had hit my heart, and I was stupid.

The man sat in the car, looking careless, his hands were very casually on the armrests of the car, his legs were also pressed one by one, and he was hanging on his back, I wondered what kind of painter this was, he could paint the scene of the return of the hunter with a pen with a pen, but he described the behavior of an emperor so frivolously.

But that's not all, what surprised me was that it was the man's face, to be exact, the man had no face, a blank stone wall had replaced the original face, and judging by the degree of corrosion of the fresco, it was not at all a remnant of corrosion or artificial damage.

So why? Then why would a painter abandon even the face of an emperor and not paint it? Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of my mask, I touched my cold "face" and immediately connected the two, could it be that the origin of my mask came from here?

I sighed and put down the vines, looking more eagerly for something related to the Faceling, and suddenly I seemed to have kicked something, I lowered my head, and the wind in the mountain whistled through the cracks like a man's cry, hissing and sobbing, my kick clearly hit something, and it was the fleshy one, I lowered my head and looked at me with a pair of shining eyes.

I was startled, it was a person, and I could tell from the tone that it was a person who had no strength to express himself in words. I looked down at the man, who was lying on his stomach among the fluffy vines and dead leaves, the yellow leaves had been brought in by the mountain wind, perhaps unable to move, and half of his body was buried under the dead leaves.

"Ahh I heard him scream.

Nima's delay is too high. I thought to myself, it's not that I don't know you're here, call me death. Damn, it's like I'm going to leave after kicking someone. "You?"

I crouched down with a candle in hand, and the light of the candle illuminated the darkness beneath my feet. I looked at the man's somewhat gray hair, a Chinese face, a hooked nose, a pair of small squinting eyes, and the eyeballs looked at me from the half-open eyelids, and I looked at him at the same time, this face, this face, my body began to tremble, I really didn't think that I would actually meet him here. At first I didn't even believe my eyes, but I wasn't sure it was him until he saw my face clearly and showed that frightened and surprised look, and I pressed against him and shouted loudly, "It's you." ”

"Ouch, ouch. You kid wants to crush me. After a while, he seemed to calm his heart, and shouted and slapped the ground and called me, "Get up, what is the deep hatred and hatred?" ”

These words seemed normal, but I could still feel the tremor when I leaned against his body, betraying him.

"You think I believe you?"

"Who do you believe me? I'm an old man, how does the saying come to a mother-in-law and three langs. ”

"Fart."

"Oooh." He hurriedly shouted, "Then let me think about it." ”

"Miss you fart, there's no one here, Lao Tzu can be you." As soon as I said this, I immediately stepped up.

Hearing this, as if he shuddered, the old man was silent, and after a long time, he highlighted the four words "Gumo Ancient Kingdom" in a low voice;