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The team held torches high and walked for a long time, but it did not reach the end. This reminded Ian of the time in the snowy mountains, when they also had a large team like now, looking for something in the unknown territory.

But in the end, only he and the Messiah left alive in that team, so who in this team can leave alive now?

Ian was taken aback by the idea, he had never thought about it that way, as if he was sure that someone on this team would not be able to leave. Ian thought to himself, maybe it was too much of what had happened in the past two days, and it was too untraceable, so he had this idea, after all, someone had indeed disappeared, right?

"This is, the mural?"

Just as Ian was thinking, an exclamation pulled him back to reality. He looked up and saw the first and second mate holding a torch aloft and snorting at the stone wall above him. So everyone saw the colorful patterns engraved on the stone wall. The rocks piled up overhead are like a different kind of sky.

Ian felt it was more appropriate to call it a pattern than a mural, because he couldn't tell it was a painting at all. It's just a pattern formed by the convergence of various bright colors, but it's enough to be amazed, whether it's a mural or a graffiti, it's almost certainly left by humans.

"My dear, this is what those people here have left over for two hundred years?" Tim threw two questions in exclamation, but unfortunately no one could answer him. Because this is also a problem that bothers everyone at the same time.

According to the information they knew, the only people who had landed on the Island of Legends before them were the men on the first Sophia. So it's very likely that those people left it, but the question is, what do those people mean by leaving this mural? What message do they want to convey? If they want to convey a message, isn't the text a simpler and clearer way?

Ian felt that the mural was not simple, and that the graffiti-like colors were too vibrant. The bright ones are as if they have just been painted, especially the red, which is as rich as drops of blood, which does not look like the product of two hundred years ago.

Vincent apparently noticed this too, and he frowned and stared at the pattern above, and suddenly pulled out his knife, scraped the tip of the knife against the stone rock, and really hung a small pinch of red impurities. He seemed to put the impurity into the palm of his hand, pinched it with his fingers, then sniffed it in front of his nose, and then said in a calm voice: "It's blood." ”

Everyone was stunned.

"It's blood. Vincent repeated, he raised his head again, squinting at Shi Yan, "It's blood that has been coagulated for a long time, it's not a fresco, you pay attention, this blood is splashed." ”

Is the blood splashed?Ian subconsciously shivered, he looked up at the stone rocks that were painted with flowers, and a chill flowed in his heart, if red is blood, how many people would it take to make up so much blood?

In other words, how many people died here in the first place?

After Vincent's awakening, the first and second officers obviously realized something. The two of them discussed it in a low voice, and after a long time, they came to an even more terrifying conclusion. The stone rock was directly above them, and at such an angle, it was difficult to spray blood on it.

Unless there is some force that can tear off a person's head in an instant while they are walking, so that the blood will splash directly above.

After the first mate finished his reasoning, everyone felt that their necks were cold, and they all subconsciously shrank their necks. Ian was no exception, looking around vigilantly for fear that something would burst out and break his neck, and then he realized that the others had done the same.

"Red is blood, but what are the other colors?"

Vincent scraped the rock again with his long knife, but this time he didn't scrape anything off. Except for the red blood, the rest of the colors seem to be imprinted on the mountain rock, and cannot be separated from the mountain rock. So Vincent had to knock off a small part with a small hammer, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Unable to find an answer, they had to continue on their way. It's just that with this experience, everyone raised a high level of attention and walked very carefully. Not because of anything else, because the "mural" above the head is still extending deeper, and the blood that coexists with the dim and bright is like a blooming rose, which makes people feel fearful.

Of course, they can't be sure that it was human blood, after all, it's been a long time since they could tell for sure, but if it was really human blood, what kind of massacre took place here?

But except for the rocks overhead, there are no blood stains in the rest of the place, which does not fit the scene of the massacre.

Everyone went to the bottom unprepared in apprehension and speculation. The moment people saw the thick rock in front of them, they remembered what they were going to do in this cave.

They reached the bottom, blocked by the thick rocks. In addition to the mountain rock, there is also a small well, which suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. That's right, a small well, and there is nothing but this one.

"How can there be a wellhead here?" the second officer looked at the small well and was stunned. The rest of the people are also puzzled, yes, the well is a very ordinary and ordinary thing, in the inland, it can be said that it can be seen everywhere, but such an ordinary thing appears in this extraordinary place, which means that it is extraordinary.

I'm afraid no idiot would think that this well is for drawing water.

"Just check it out. Vincent said, and he took the lead towards the well. As if they were afraid that they would be left behind, the rest of the people rushed up, and the silent cave was lively at this moment.

Ian was about to walk up to take a look, but at that moment, a soft sigh swept over the noise and came straight into his ears.

"You're finally here. ”

You're finally here. It's like a reunion between old friends, like a grievance between lovers, but in Ian's ears, it's like the reincarnation of fate. He froze in place, he heard who the voice belonged to, and he hadn't heard it since he landed on the island.

He looked back and saw that the place where they had come was dark and there was nothing. But Ian felt that there was someone, and the man was staring at him through the darkness.

Fate, reincarnation?

Ian didn't know why he had suddenly thought of these two words, but he felt that they were very apt for the ethereal man. He had a vague premonition that soon, something big would happen.

This feeling of mountain rain is like the eve of a typhoon.

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