A moment later.
Everyone, including Chen Yulou, frowned, raised the torches and lamps in their hands with ugly expressions, and forcibly looked away from the rock paintings.
The atmosphere was silent and depressing.
There was even a sound of gasping for air.
The huge stone walls are densely covered with ancient and primitive murals. The pigments have long since peeled off, leaving only a remnant.
But the content in the mural is extremely clear.
Locusts cover the sky, flash floods erupt, fire falls from the sky, rain falls from the sky, earth dragons turn over and mountains collapse, demons lead beasts to eat people...
In each painting, what is depicted They are all scenes of apocalyptic hell.
Even though they were well-informed, they were still disturbed by the content, as if there was a stone under their chests and they couldn't breathe.
“Is this the anger of the gods and the punishment?”
After a long time.
There was a weak voice.
Yang Fang, who has always been carefree, does not dare to talk nonsense now, as if he is frightened by heaven!
"It should be a natural disaster in ancient times."
Chen Yulou responded casually.
These rock paintings are extremely ancient, at least several thousand years old, perhaps even before the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.
People at that time were still living in a world of rough hair and blood.
Even a heavy rain would be a devastating disaster for them.
And.
If I remember correctly, the land in the middle of Sichuan was prone to frequent disasters in ancient times. It was not until successive dynasties built water conservancy projects, opened mountains and built rivers, and guided the flow of water that it gradually became the land of abundance it is today.
Hear this.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
For them, the Shang, Zhou and Spring and Autumn Periods recorded in ancient books are already too far away to be imagined, and the Tang, Yu and Xia Qi only exist in legends.
So they couldn’t even imagine the ancient times Chen Yulou was talking about.
It is also difficult to have an accurate concept.
In addition, after finally breaking free from those purgatory-like scenes, the sky had completely darkened, and the last ray of skylight was swallowed up by the black mist.
The bird path under my feet became more and more dangerous, so I could only move forward step by step against the rock wall.
The dangers of mountain cliffs being eroded by wind and rain.
Try a little more force.
Large tracts of sandstone and earth and rocks fell crashing down.
It took a long time before the echo could be heard, and even the sound of falling rocks was swallowed up by the darkness.
The surroundings are vast, and as far as the eye can see, there is thick green smoke, as if walking on the top of the clouds, it is impossible to distinguish the east, west, north, and west, and there is no room for any distraction.
“Look for the stone gate first.”
Chen Yulou decisively gave up thinking about the murals.
Leading the line, holding the wind lantern, after a few ups and downs, they already appeared at the end of the bird path ahead.
That piece of cliff was peeled off in one piece.
Even the ancient plank road was cut into two parts.
The center of his eyebrows jumped. Just as he was hesitating, there was a rustling of footsteps behind him. Looking back, he saw a white figure squatting on the ground, his eyes reflected in the firelight as bright as a glass cup. color.
There is still a faint hint of gold thread.
Seeing that he noticed him, Bai Yuan stepped forward, grabbed a hanging vine above his head, swayed slightly, and crossed the broken bridge under him, appearing on the rocks on the other side.
Then he pointed to the side near the cliff.
Then he suddenly disappeared from Chen Yulou’s sight.
After a while.
When it reappeared, there was already a piece of gravel in its hand, which was shaking back and forth towards me, not forgetting to make a squeaking sound in its mouth.
It seems to be reminding me something.
By the flickering firelight, Chen Yulou looked intently.
The next moment.
His eyes lit up.
There are clearly several patterns carved on the stone piece.
Not like Yunlei, Taotie and Fang Sheng, but the earlier Puwen.
It is the mark left by using knotted rope to press hard on tiles, jade, copper and iron objects. Because it resembles a futon, it is called Pu pattern.
This kind of decoration appears in extremely ancient times.
It is also one of the earliest patterns.
can find it.
This shows that... where the white ape disappeared just now, there must be traces of ancient human activities.
"Brothers, old foreigners."
"Zhuan Tiansuo!"
Thinking of this.
Chen Yulou didn’t even think about it, he raised the lantern and shouted to the people behind him.
The old foreigner did not hesitate and quickly took out the sky-piercing rope from his backpack, rolled it into a ball, and then threw it out with all his strength.
"Okay, shopkeeper Chen."
There was a roar of wind.
Chen Yulou, who successfully got the Sky-Diamond Rope, flicked his wrist, and the rope, which was more than ten meters long, instantly let go. He waved it a few times in his hand, and then headed towards a broken rock tree above his head. Throw out the old ancient pine trees.
I saw a cold light passing by.
The hook at the end of the rope was wrapped around the treetop accurately, like a finger, and it sank into the tree at once.
Tried it a few times.
Confirm that it is enough to support the weight of a group of people.
He just jumped over in one step.
Partridge Whistle followed closely, followed by Feng Sibei, Hua Ling, Red Girl, Kunlun and Yuan Hong.
Yang Fang and the old foreigner were last.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, protected Bai Banla as he passed through the half wall.
Wait for others to land.
My legs couldn't help but feel weak, and I almost collapsed to the ground.
It’s really no wonder that he is so unbearable. Take any of the people in his entourage and they are all giants in the world and high cultivators in the world.
And he was before that.
At most, I only spent a few years in Ni'erhui, doing the lowest level of work.
In addition, this journey has been almost without sleep, which has already exhausted his physical strength. It is already rare to be able to hold on until now.
“Take a break.”
“Come on, take a sip to warm yourself up.”
Yang Fang patted his shoulder, took off the wine gourd from his waist and handed it to him past.
It contains monkey wine brewed by Yuan Hong.
Not only are more than ten kinds of wild fruits from Junshan Island added, but also several kinds of qi-nourishing, refreshing and mind-soothing medicines are soaked in it.
On weekdays, he himself is reluctant to drink.
After all, it was only a few taels in total given to him.
That is, for the sake of Bai Banlafa Qiu Tianguan's descendants, and also because Yang Fang saw another side of himself in him.
He was not saved by his master back then.
Even if you survive.
Now I am afraid that he is still at the bottom of the market.
Do some deception and deception to support yourself. "Thank you."
Bai Banla no longer had the energy to be polite to him.
Took the gourd, removed the cork, raised his head and took a sip. As soon as the clear wine entered his throat, a majestic and scalding heat instantly exploded in the veins of his limbs.
"Don't vomit, find a place to sit down, and wait for the medicinal wine to slowly digest."
As soon as he was about to open his mouth, Yang Fang immediately grabbed Bai Ban and pushed him to the side. He sat down against the stone wall, raised his head, closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and allowed the alcohol to wash back and forth in his body.
And after the initial pain.
Soon, the medicine dissipated, and Bai Banla felt warm all over, as if there was a warmth flowing through his bones.
In these years of traveling around the world.
Leaving behind an old illness.
But at this moment, he could clearly feel that those old wounds were slowly dissipating.
The whole body feels comfortable and the limbs are smooth.
The exhaustion of climbing all the way up the mountain was completely gone.
"How is it?"
Seeing his open eyes full of surprise, Yang Fang knew that he had noticed the benefits.
“Good stuff, brother Yang Fang, what kind of wine is this?”
“I’ve been traveling around for a long time, why have I never heard of it?”
Bai Banla grinned almost to the back of his ears.
Who would have thought that this old illness could be cured by a sip of wine.
"Of course."
"This is a good thing that cannot be exchanged for gold."
Seeing that the group of people had left one after another, Yang Fang had no time to explain too much, but She put away the wine gourd like a treasure and called Bai Banla.
"Let's go."
The two of them went one after the other.
Hold the torch and move forward step by step against the stone wall.
A moment later, a magnificent and astonishing stone door appeared in front of the two of them. It was more than a foot high. It was unknown how long it had been since it had been opened. The door was stained with a thick layer of dust, but it could not be concealed. Those ferocious black sheep reliefs on the stone gate.
I don’t know why.
Look at the huge door in front of you.
Bai Banla always felt indescribably eerie and terrifying.
In addition to the terrifying rock paintings we just saw along the way.
It seems as if just pushing this door open will open the passage to the netherworld of hell.
Forcing himself to look away from those black sheep beasts, he secretly took a few breaths and tried his best to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart. This was the first time he had ever fought upside down since his mother's womb.
Many emotions such as excitement, fear, and uneasiness were intertwined in my mind.
I stood on tiptoe and took a look.
Shopkeeper Chen at the front was holding lanterns and studying something. Bai Banla didn't dare to say anything, so he waited quietly. After a while, there was a sudden crunching sound.
He quickly looked up and saw that the giant door in front of him, which seemed to isolate Yin and Yang, was being pushed inward little by little.
Until two loud bangs were heard.
The door is open.
Smoke and dust are everywhere.
Bai Banla quickly pulled up the black scarf around his neck to cover his mouth and nose, and put his hands in front of his eyes. When the smoke cleared and he opened his eyes again, there was a chiseled building behind the door. The empty mountain belly.
The fog is heavy.
It’s so dark that you can’t see your fingers.
Kunlun and the old foreigner who were exploring the road had already entered with their wind lanterns.
The fire, which is never extinguished by the wind, flickers on and off in the thick fog, just like the lotus lanterns set off during folk ghost festivals.
The light could only reflect a distance of three to five meters around it, and was swallowed up by the black mist. It was impossible to see how large the cave was.
The two people exploring the path settled for a moment.
It seems like I thought of something.
There was a burst of rustling movement.
Soon, Bai Banla saw a firework soaring into the sky. The phosphorescent light ignited when it encountered air. The cave was illuminated with incandescence, mixed with a pungent smell, which made him burst into tears. .
He seemed to hear Yang Fang beside him say something like a phosphorus tube.
Then he was stunned by a burst of exclamations.
Ignoring the tears, Bai Banla stared with wide eyes.
In the middle of the mountain, which is as big as an abyss, there are densely packed figures standing there. A corridor winds forward from behind the stone gate and goes deep into the ground.
Those figures are all with sheep heads and human bodies, with dull expressions, and they look indescribably weird.
Separated on both sides of the corridor.
Further forward, at the end of the corridor, there is a stone wall, which is deep and moist, and underneath is a huge long stone table.
Countless white bones are faintly visible.
Even though he was hundreds of meters away, Bai Banla seemed to be able to feel the strong smell of blood coming towards his face.
My stomach twisted and twisted.
Strong stomach acid almost surged up from his throat, and the burning sensation made him extremely uncomfortable.
But...
In a sudden glimpse.
It was like a basin of biting cold water was poured over his head.
He instantly felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.
Behind the chopping board, which was full of dead bones, rotten flesh, and heads, a tall figure suddenly appeared and disappeared.
It is completely different from the stone figures standing on both sides of the corridor.
There was no dullness on it, but rather an indescribable sharpness. It was just that the facial features could not be seen clearly, only a pair of eyes as cold as ice stared at it.
It seems to be wearing a bronze mask.
This idea just came up.
Bai Banla saw a group of people crowded at the door, with surprise on their faces, and then rushed in.
"What are you doing standing there, let's go, this is the mausoleum of King Wuyang, why don't you go and see the excitement?"
While he was at a loss.
Bai Banla suddenly felt someone pulling him.
Looking down, Yang Fang in front of him had eyes burning with excitement, and he was explaining to him.
"King Wuyang..."
"Is he the mountain demon who had his head chopped off as rumored in Wuxi Town?"
Bai Banla was shocked.
He didn't dare to hesitate and quickly chased after Yang Fang.
Jogging along the corridor on the ground, towards the depths of the mountain.
Wait until he finally caught up with the group.
But found...
Yang Fang, who was one step ahead, took off the magic whip from his waist. The others also looked solemn, and the old foreigner jumped up next to him in a few steps. On a piece of bluestone, a bow was stretched and an arrow was set, and a faint cold light was reflected on the arrow cluster.
From inexplicable excitement to murderous rage.
Just the blink of an eye.
Bai Banla didn’t even know what happened.
Being at the end, he stood on tiptoes desperately, and then heard the partridge whistle saying coldly with a gloomy face.
“It’s a human stool.”
"I'm afraid there are hundreds of female corpses being sacrificed here!" (End of Chapter)