Chapter 8: Thrilling mural

I looked in the direction pointed by the monkey and saw one mural after another. These murals are colorful and look like they have just been painted, but a lot of them are red and white. The paintings are vivid and very beautiful.

Looking at these murals, I was puzzled again, because I saw some ancient tombs when I was a soldier in Beijing, and I also saw some tombs at other times when I was on a business trip. Generally, there are murals in large ancient tombs, but most of them are murals from the Tang and Han dynasties, which are very exquisite. Is it really good for monkeys? Is this really an ancient tomb? But why is the tombway hidden in a dilapidated temple?

I carefully observed these murals and counted them. There were a total of 36 murals, most of which reflected some scenes of life at that time, but more than a dozen of them completely stunned me, because the content on them really made people feel horrible.

The entrance we just had just now is indeed a temple, but the gods worshipped in this temple have never been seen before. The picture on it is very clear, and many people are kneeling on the ground and bowing to the god inside. The next one is also very simple, that is, these people are celebrating, many people are dancing around the bonfire, and some people are wearing masks and holding wooden sticks in their hands, which should look like people of great status.

I followed by looking at the next one with a flashlight, which was the most horrible mural, because there were more than a dozen people tied up in the mural. It seemed that they should be some prisoners. One was taking them into a secret channel, and the entrance of the secret channel was the entrance we entered. The monkey and I looked at each other and didn't know what to say now. I don't know why they brought these prisoners here.

When I pointed the flashlight at the next mural again, I almost felt a cold breath blowing towards my back, because I saw a familiar room, which was the stone house that the monkey and I had just passed by, but with several stone grooves, was in this stone house. Two or three people forcibly pressed these mortals on the slate and scratched them around their necks with sharp knives.

The monkey and I didn't know what to say at this time. What these murals showed was definitely the real scene at that time. I'm afraid that only the early ethnic minorities or slave countries could do such a cruel and bloody thing. The monkey and I took a breath. I stood up and cooled another painting with a flashlight. It showed a sacrifice, dancing in the temple with a mask, and many people knelt down and suffered a pious defeat outside the door. Just before the monkey and I entered the temple, the pool filled with fallen leaves and cicadas flowed out. A lot of red blood almost filled the pool.

Now I completely understand why there are so many leeches in that pool. It used to be a pool of blood filled with blood. I estimate that it will take no less than 100 people's blood to fill this pool. Are they going to kill so many people to fill that pool? The monkey and I looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes. Then, I looked at another mural and saw that these people were painting a room with iron cages for the dead bodies that had been bleeding out. In this room, there were four or five mountain grubs, who were eating the internal organs of these corpses.

"Commpane, these, these are not true, are they?" The monkey said in a trembling voice. I sighed and shook my head and said, "Generally, these murals reflect people's life scenes at that time, and should not be fake." Well, isn't the room we just passed by? Hasn't it killed a lot of people? I nodded and looked at the monkey and said, "That room has been sleeping here for many years. Don't think too much."

The monkey nodded and then said, "Fortunately, I didn't live in that era. Otherwise, I would put people on the chopping board like killing pigs. It's terrible to think about it." I shook my head with a wry smile and said, "Of course, it's not just you. Anyone who sees these murals will be scared. If you want to fill that big pool, you need the blood of at least 100 people. Do you think they will only sacrifice once? I guess this kind of thing should happen again every year, just like the Spring Festival.

The monkey and I couldn't help sighing for a while, and then I looked at other skin murals. What surprised me was that this was indeed not an ancient tomb, but a place of treasure, because it cost a lot about war, and then a large number of people in brocade clothes moved a lot of treasures here, and then Put into a room, and then everyone who enters here will be pressed with huge stone slabs, and then put a statue on it, so that they will never be able to walk.

Looking at these murals, I once again felt hatred for the feudal society. Did life really be regarded as a child's play in that era? Are those gold, silver and jewelry really more valuable than life? Just as I hated the feudal society, the monkey showed its white teeth and said, "Commendar, we have sent it. If we find the treasure here, I'm afraid we will become rich."

I stared at him and said, "What are you thinking? We have to find a way out now. If we can't get out, let alone the treasure, even our lives will be destroyed here. What's the treasure? Besides, these treasures are all national. After we go out, we must report what happened here. The country, even if there is treasure, you have to wait for the country to send people to dig, you know?"

I severely criticized the monkey. The monkey shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything, but I saw that he seemed to be a little disappointed. Then I looked at other murals, and there was no exact map or exit mark. Then I looked at the three huge sarcophagus in the corner, which made me even more puzzled why these three sarcophagi appeared here. Was it the remains of the ruler who were placed here at that time? Or they can't rest assured of their treasures after death, so let their descendants put them here.

Just when I was a little puzzled, I suddenly heard a sound from the coffin, yes, from the coffin. The monkey and I were shocked by the inexplicable sound. The surroundings were all dark. I don't know how many people had died in the room behind us, but the inexplicable visitors in our room made an unknown sound from one of the sarcophagus, no matter who was in this environment. I believe you will feel a creepy smell.

At this time, the monkey had been scared to turn pale, grasped my arm tightly, and said tremblingly, "Lian, company commander, it seems that there is a sound in that coffin." I swallowed nervously and spit, then picked up the machine gun in my hand, handed the flashlight to the monkey and said, "Keep an eye on it. I'll go and have a look." The monkey grabbed me and said, "Commion commander, don't go there. I'm afraid there are zombies in there." Fart!" I scolded the monkey angrily, but I felt that my voice was so soft at this time that it was not as strong as before.

"Don't be so superstitious at a young age." I said another thing to the monkey, then tightly grasped the Type 95 rifle in my hand, pulled off the safety, and set the slow machine to the fastest. If it's really a zombie, I don't mind giving him a shuttle of bullet first. Looking at the nervous sweaty monkey, I gently patted him on the shoulder, and then slowly walked towards the sarcophagus that made a sound. Dang!" Another sound came from the sarcophagus, and my slow pace suddenly stopped.

I nervously wiped the sweat on my head and looked back at the monkey, which meant to bring him closer to me, but the monkey leaned against the stone wall and did not take a step forward. It seemed that as long as I opened the sarcophagus, the boy would run away. I quickly comforted him a few more words, and then continued to walk towards the sarcophagus. When I approached the sarcophagus, I found that I didn't listen carefully to the sound from the coffin just now because I was overly nervous, which was difficult.

Looking at the three coffins, I swallowed my saliva again, and then walked to the largest coffin in the middle. If anything really happened, I would also risk it. Thinking of this, I wiped the sweat on my face and poked the lid of the sarcophagus with the butt of a gun. I heard a crack. A few sparks splashed on the lid of the coffin, but the huge sarcophagus lid did not move, which made me feel nervous like a roller coaster and quickly slipped down.

"Wow!" I took a breath and looked at the monkey behind me. At this time, he had stood up and was wiping his sweat. Then he came to me gently, took out something from his backpack and handed it to me, and then quickly returned to the edge of the stone wall and lit me with a flashlight. I looked down. I don't know whether to cry or laugh. What the monkey just gave me was a necessary tool for engineers and scouts, that is, a small pry bar.

I am naturally very familiar with this kind of lever. This kind of lever is very hard, but it is also very tough. It is a temporary tool used by ordinary engineers or scouts when encounter obstacles, and is matched with the engineering shovel. But I didn't expect that the monkey would take this kind of tool with him tonight and let me use it. I turned around and stared at the monkey fiercely, and then turned around and began to pry the coffin with this bar.

The lid of the coffin is very heavy. I hardly used all my strength to open it, but I just pried a small gap. Looking at this huge sarcophagus, this lid alone may weigh hundreds of pounds, and it is really difficult for me to pry it by myself. At this moment, the coffin on my left suddenly made a very unpleasant sound, which seemed to be scratching wood with my nails. My scalp suddenly exploded and I looked at the monkey and said, "Run! There are zombies!"