He stood on the top of the mountain, his long sword resting on the rock that had been beaten by the wind and rain for many years, his hands on the hilt of the sword, and his expression was extremely solemn.

The murderous intent in his eyes, as well as the anger, seemed to have traveled through time and space.

Enough to destroy everything!

Just standing in front of the mural, everyone felt a terrible pressure like never before.

Invisibly, it was as if an indestructible divine sword was on the neck!

As long as there is the slightest abnormality, the head may fall to the ground!

For a while, everyone's faces were as pale as paper, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

Their eyes were terrified, and their mood was extremely depressed.

It's horrible.

They had never seen such a terrible look in their eyes.

It's as if just one look can destroy everything!

They had never seen such a horrific portrait.

Just a painting makes people feel a kind of despair on the edge of life and death.

Five archaeologists stood in front of the mural, their bodies cold, as if they were frozen.

When the mural was posted online, it was even more lively.

"Hey, this mural ........."

"It's such a scary look, I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel as if the people inside have come to life."

"It's not that the man has come back to life, it's that his eyes are so terrible, I advise you not to look at his eyes."

"Damn, if it weren't for you Shabi, Lao Tzu wouldn't have gone to his eyes. Damn, when Lao Tzu comes back with a pair of pants, I have to clean you up. ”

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"Mom, don't stare into the eyes of the mural, fortunately, I held back at the last moment, so I peed a drop and didn't need to change my pants."

"Hey, you guys are funny, a mural is so evil and deceitful to a ghost."

"┭┮_┭┮, you bastards, why do you mention the matter of eyes. When the calf is over, I don't want to sleep tonight. ”

"Fake, you Chinese people are all devils, this is a portrait from the hand of the devil, with the power of the devil. Hallelujah, blessed by the Virgin Mary. ”

"Hey, this mural is very ordinary at first glance, and it is not worth mentioning compared to modern oil paintings. But the eyes of this character are so terrifying, I have seen countless portraits, and I have never seen such a look, like the Grim Reaper returning from hell. ”

"Ha, it's so evil, I want to see it even more when you say that."

As the discussion became more and more intense, more and more people looked into the eyes of the mural out of curiosity.

For a while, countless people exclaimed.

This is a portrait from hell.

They had never seen such a terrible look in their eyes.

Never seen such a horrible mural.

Some people even wonder if this mural was cast with an ancient spell, otherwise how could there be such a terrible feeling.

The eyes gazing at the portrait are as if they have traveled through time and history.

He stood in front of the man who stood proudly on the peak.

Naked.

Everything is seen through.

Life and death are no longer in your hands.

The people who were skeptical quickly changed their tune.

"Kneel, this painting is simply amazing, compared to him, what Mona Lisa, it's not enough to see."

"It's terrible, how the hell is this done, that even the most famous portrait artist of modern times can show such a terrible look through a painting."

"It's not a question of whether a portrait artist can do it, it's whether there is such a terrible person."

"I don't know why, when I see this mural, I feel as if the people in the painting have come to life, it's terrible."

"This person is Xuantong, not me."

"There should be, haven't you noticed that these murals are all related."

"The camp of the Yuan army, the people, the people who were plundered, the people who were captured and imprisoned, a lonely and peerless swordsman."

"I already understand a little bit why the Yuan Dynasty hates Xuantong so much."

"Hey, could it be that Xuantong was the leader of the rebel army at that time, if that's the case, it makes sense why the Yuan Dynasty hated Xuantong so much."

"Looking forward to it, the mural in the back should be Xuantong leading the rebel army to counterattack the Yuan Dynasty, which is estimated to have caused huge casualties to the Yuan Dynasty, otherwise it would not have been treated like this."

"I found a problem, I don't know if you have noticed, the sword in Xuantong's hand seems to have become smaller."

"The sword on the mural was between twelve and fifteen centimeters wide, but this sword is similar to a traditional long sword."

"There's nothing wrong with it, this should be a prop added by the artist himself, in order to increase Xuantong's temperament, I feel pretty good."

There was a lot of heated discussion on the Internet, and the five archaeologists stood in front of the mural for a long time before they broke free from the brink of life and death.

They turned their heads sideways, no longer daring to look into the eyes of the mural, gasping for breath.

"Damn, this mural is too wicked."

"yes, looking into his eyes, I have the feeling that I could die at any time, it's terrible."

Muyang is also uncomfortable.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and even his sideburns were wet with sweat.

"Don't look at this mural, see if there's anything else around, without us going to the next floor."

Everyone nodded yes again and again.

They don't want to stay in this place for a moment.

It's horrible.

Coming to the fifth floor, the area of the pagoda grows larger and larger as it goes down the next floor.

It is no longer a single room, but is divided into several rooms with different functions through curtains and screens.

Bedchamber.

Den.

And, of course, the indispensable murals.

The murals on the fifth floor echo the changes above.

Tens of thousands of people were driven like cattle into huge pits.

Despair.

Fear.

Riot.

Someone roared at the soldiers above the pit.

Someone fell to his knees crying in despair, as if shouting something.

Someone threw stones at the Yuan Dynasty soldiers above.

There are also people who take the opportunity to steal other people's things, insult women, and bully children.

A mural shows the choices of all beings in the face of disaster.

The other mural is still the military camp of the Yuan people, but it is no longer as extensive as before. This time, it was concentrated in the tent.

There are more than a dozen people painted on it, all of whom are high-ranking officials and magnates, military generals and celebrities.

They sat in their tents and seemed to be arguing about something.

The five of them checked it roughly, made sure that there were no traps, and there was no other useful information, and continued downward.

When you come to the sixth floor, it's a garden!

An ice sculpture garden.

The flowers are blooming, and they are beautiful.

There are also rare beasts that are placed in the garden.

But they're all dead, but because of the cold weather here, it's as if they just died yesterday.

Lifelike!

Here, again, the archaeological team found two frescoes.

This time, though, it's completely different from the previous ones.

It's two people.

A Yuan Dynasty general in armor.

The other is a lonely swordsman dressed in white like snow.

They looked at each other from afar, as if their gaze had traveled through time and space.

At this moment, everyone had a guess.

The history recorded on the murals here should be the story of Xuantong during his lifetime, and the grievances and grievances of the Yuan Dynasty were entangled!

Thinking of this, everyone was excited.

Xuantong!

This figure who has been erased from history is finally about to show his due style!