Chapter 13 Mysterious Numbers

The first thing I think of is Lao Huang, because Lao Huang was dying before I fell into a coma, and he was the closest person to me.

The more I thought about it, the more likely it became. I guessed that behind me was Lao Huang's shameless body, and I couldn't help shivering.

The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I almost rolled and crawled out.

But soon, my hand touched a cold thing on the ground, which was a human face!

My fingers almost reached into the mouth of that face, and I screamed with a wow.

Then I shrank back and didn't know what to do.

"A lot of dead people!" My forehead soon sweated again and said to himself, "Is everyone dead?"

I'm a little scared and dare not act rashly.

Then I began to be stunned, confused, and stayed there motionless.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally slowly climbed over the body in front of me.

As I groped for the body, I meditate in my heart: "I'm offended."

It was not until I sweated white that I touched a lighter from the man's pocket.

I pinched the lighter in my hand and took a step back. My legs were so weak that I sat on the ground.

Then he pressed the lighter with trembling hands and hit it several times before a weak flame lit up in front of him, "Fuck, I'm almost out of oil." I said to myself.

When I looked around, I took a cold breath.

With the help of the light of the lighter, I saw seven or eight bodies lying around me in a dark cave.

These corpses have grown up, have no face, and their death is extremely horrible.

Although I am ready to see the body, my brain is still buzzing and there is a feeling of suffocation.

I said to myself in a trembling voice, "It's so miserable..."

According to the clothes, these people are obviously the soldiers who came in with me. I still remember that they talked and laughed not long ago, but now they have become like this.

There was an indescribable sourness in my heart... Two lines of hot tears dripped down my cheeks.

Looking at the bodies, I soon burst into tears. I don't know whether I was sad for these young lives or because I was afraid. It was not until the fire machine burned my hand that I stopped crying.

I slowed down for a long time before I lit the lighter again.

Crossing the vertical bodies, I began to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a cave about the same size as when I fainted. It is still surrounded by unnamed black rocks, but the wall of the cave is much flatter, as if there are traces of manual processing.

I walked along the stone wall and soon found a huge stone door closed not far away. The stone door was as smooth as a mirror without any pattern.

I reacted at that time, and I must be inside the stone gate now.

That is to say, now I have come to the end of this mausoleum - the main tomb.

I came to the front of the stone door. First, I reached out and pushed it and found that the stone door was motionless. Maybe the outside mechanism was closed.

However, I still found a strange thing, that is, this stone door seems to be colder than I touched before, but many places are wet.

So I hit the flame engine again and looked up and down at the stone door.

Unlike the outside, there is no pattern on the stone door, and there is much less moss, but there are some unknown white insects crawling on it.

It's just that this kind of bug is obviously not as terrible as the cave bee.

I observed for a while until the lighter was hot, and I didn't find a way to open the door.

Then I put my ear on it, but I made a new discovery.

I heard something outside the door, which was a "lattering..." sound, which looked particularly ethereal in the empty cave.

It was obviously the sound of water. I said that it might have been flooded outside, and I don't know what happened to Nobita.

Anyway, I'm sure that if there is no other exit to the main tomb, I will definitely be trapped here.

I rested against the stone gate and didn't bother to think about it anymore. Now the only way I have left is to go deep into the tomb.

Now I'm not qualified to talk about saving people anymore. I can't even save my life now.

The only qualification I have now is to find the exit and then find someone to help. I'm too weak.

The oil of the lighter is about to run out, and I really don't have the courage to go to those horrible bodies to find a flashlight. I can only save the rest of the oil, because I don't know when I will encounter danger again. At that time, maybe some light can save my life.

So I can only touch the wall of the cave with my hand and slowly move forward in the dark. Fortunately, the wall of the cave here is relatively smooth, and I am not afraid of scratching my hand from the protruding rock.

I am full of disgust with this aimless progress, because in the dark, you can never predict what will happen ahead.

I thought that the main tomb would not be too big. It only took me a few minutes to reach the corner, and then naturally found the coffin of the owner of the tomb, but when I walked for more than ten minutes and the cold feeling came from my hand, my heart began to become more and more irritable.

Just as I wanted to stop and rest, the feeling in my hand suddenly changed slightly.

I can clearly feel that there are irregular grooves on the stone wall.

I frowned slightly and stroked along those grooves for a moment.

"This is a mural... a very old mural." I meditate gently.

It is said that this mural is ancient because it is engraved on the wall, and this mural method is only adopted in an extremely primitive society.

In my impression, stone murals generally appear in ancient Babylonian ruins and Egyptian pyramids, which shows its ancientness.

The strokes in the tomb generally record the life of the tomb owner, which are some pictures and records of merit and morality, which is of extraordinary significance for me to understand this mausoleum.

But when I remembered that the lighter was about to run out of oil, I hesitated for a moment.

"Dot, still not..." I struggled for a long time until my forehead sweated, and then sighed and put the lighter back in my pocket.

Later, I came out of this tomb, and I felt a little funny in retrospect. The lighter at that time was like the match described in "The Cutest Man" and was held by me as a gold bar.

Although those murals are important, I just touch them roughly and imagine what these patterns want to express in my mind.

But I really don't have the talent of the sparrow saint. I know whether it is 90,000 or two. I can only judge that this is likely to be a picture of a battle, because I touched many people who fell to the ground.

I don't know why, but the more I feel scared, because the style of this mural is too similar to the style I saw in the bronze tripod outside. I think as long as I touch it again, I will touch the monster with a long neck.

But when I touched the end of a row of humanoid patterns, I was still surprised.

0017!"

"So what does this mean? There are four Arabic numerals in a grand ancient war mural, which is like putting a chocolate in Longjing tea, which makes people laugh and cry.

I thought about it and touched it curiously.

Because I was very curious, I almost groped on the wall with both hands, and my center of gravity rested against the wall.

So what happened next was something I never thought of.

I touched it, and suddenly it was empty in front of me. I didn't have any psychological preparation, so I rushed out.