Although she knew that she had to race against time now, Qian Xuan did not seem to be in a hurry, because she understood that only by maintaining a calm body and mind could she be in the best state.

"This first fresco is supposed to be the birth of the owner of the tomb... ”

On the mural, only a group of people can be seen surrounding a newborn baby, and an old man in a white cloak raises it high, and the crowd around him seems to erupt in thunderous cheers.

Obviously, the identity of the owner of this tomb is obviously not ordinary, but if you want to form an ice spirit, there must be some kind of obsession in your heart, and where this obsession comes from, it seems that the answer must be found in the murals below.

Qian Xuan paused for a moment in front of the first painting, and when she realized that she couldn't find any other clues, she immediately moved on to the next mural.

The second mural apparently records the treatment of the tomb owner as a child, only to see her standing high on the castle tower at about six or seven years old, waving enthusiastically to the crowd underground.

But for some reason, that innocent and flawless smile had a feeling that made Qian Xuan extremely uneasy, and she always had a premonition that there seemed to be a major change in the future!

Just as Qian Xuan wanted to continue to explore the next mural, she suddenly saw a wonderful place.

She looked closer, and it was a citizen in the crowd, and she saw her looking up at the glorious tomb owner on the high platform, but her expression was not as happy as that of ordinary people.

But what really caught Qianxuan's attention was her face, these two people had exactly the same face!

If such a situation arises, Qian Xuan will naturally be able to make her own guess about what will happen next.

Immediately, she stood in front of the third mural.

It was obviously supposed to be a coronation ceremony, but above a light array, the owner of the tomb knelt down on one knee, and in front of her was the old man in the white robe, who smiled and placed the crown firmly on her head. And she was also smiling, with a sense of happiness on her face.

And in the subsequent mural, when this ceremony was being held, a person suddenly rushed in, and it was none other than the commoner who looked exactly the same size as her. I saw that person pointing at the people on the high platform, and the excitement on his face was vividly portrayed by this mural!

And what about the owner of the tomb on the high platform? No, it is still uncertain who the owner of the tomb is, but he looked very surprised, and covered his small mouth at the guidance of the people in the audience, and his face was full of regret.

After that, the two seemed to hold a bloodline determination, and there was no doubt that the person in the audience was severely beaten and expelled from the country because of the bloodline.

In the next painting, the kind of gaze she looked back at when she stood in front of the city gate, that desperate and puzzled gaze, made Qianxuan's heart tremble!

There is no doubt that the one who was expelled from this country should be the real owner of the tomb, and the murals here cannot record the life of a commoner.

So not only the identities of these two people have been reversed, but also the bloodlines have been exchanged, although I don't know by what means, but there is no doubt that the people on the civilian side have succeeded!

Seeing this, Qian Xuan's mood was naturally a little heavy, if the owner of the tomb suffered such a change and suddenly fell from a position admired by thousands of people to a trough, what would happen next?

Qian Xuan glanced at the murals she hadn't seen yet, she had only browsed less than a third of them now, so the matter of the tomb owner must not be over so soon!

The next few murals depict the miserable appearance of the tomb owner, who can only live by begging now, and she seems to be worried a lot when she loses her blood.

If it was an era of beggars, then it proved that this era was not very rich, and now, after so many years of development, there are no beggars even among mortals, let alone the world of monks.

In such an era of starvation, if there was a beggar on the road with a very good appearance, there is no need to say what would happen to her.

And the next few paintings tell about the dark life she lived after being imprisoned by the rich children, Qian Xuan didn't want to take a second look, but she didn't expect that the owner of the tomb had suffered such abuse during her lifetime, and Qian Xuan naturally couldn't bear it.

After a few paintings, things seemed to take a turn for the better, and on a stormy night, the door of the firewood room was kicked open, and a man stood in front of the owner of the tomb, and then slowly knelt down.

She also seemed to be frightened, I am afraid that she was not a little happy with the person who came to rescue her, only to see her curled up in the corner of the wall in horror, holding her head with both hands.

Then it should be the matter of the owner of the tomb following this man to cultivate together, and the man should be from the original country, and after learning the truth of the matter, he found the true successor.

But the strength of the heir has obviously fallen behind the fake heir, so they are not in a hurry to go back, because no one will believe it when they go back at this time.

Experience, this is what Jidao and Qianxuan are doing now.

The experienced murals have no reference value, and the answer to what this trial task requires them to do now should lie in the last few murals!

The moment she saw the city wall, Qian Xuan understood that this was the tomb owner who came back to take everything that should belong to her after completing her studies.

In front of the battle, the two women were facing each other nervously, their faces the same, except that one was dressed in a coarse linen robe, and the other was dressed in a white robe like the one that had worn the crown to the owner of the tomb.

Which one is noble and which one is ordinary, it is already obvious.

But even so, in the following murals, the owner of the fake tomb is gradually defeated, even if she has that noble bloodline, she is not the opponent of the tomb owner who has endured endless tribulations outside!

But just as the owner of the tomb was about to kill her, something happened again!

A black arrow shot out of the city, right through the chest of the owner of the tomb, it was the old man who had given the gift...

The owner of the tomb looked at him in disbelief, but without waiting for his reply, she fell to the ground and never got up again...

At this point, this story came to an abrupt end, and the answer that Qian Xuan desperately wanted to seek probably also had some eyebrows.

But at this moment, a gray vortex appeared from the last mural, and then in Qianxuan's drastically changed face, it was sucked in!

Her figure just disappeared here.