Seeing Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang, Fatty rushed to the side of the archaeological team. Xiao Ran endured the pain on his body and hurriedly got up and walked to the stone box.

"What happened?"

Shirley Yang looked at the slightly trembling archaeological team members and looked at each other with Hu Bayi and the others.

Ye Yixin looked at the other archaeological team members who were already a bit dumbfounded, swallowed and said: "Professor Hao just said that these two mummies are the ancestors buried here, Professor Chen followed this idea and explained it to us.

Take a look at the engravings on the box. These paintings are all prophecies. This child is actually the disciple or son of the sage, that is, the prophet. This old man is his servant..."

The fat man said doubtfully: "I thought you had discovered something... No, cultural relics. What son and servant, these won't scare you like this, right?"

Ye Yixin shook his head and said: "No, it's the last..."

Seeing that her mood was a little unstable, Hao Aiguo helped the pale Professor Chen sit down, and then said: "If the predictions in these paintings are true, there are people in our team who do not exist."

"Are there more people here?!" Xiao Ran asked.

Although I don't understand the principle, the prophecy on this stone box is indeed true. It is just that it originally showed that Hu Bayi and others came to this tomb, except for Hao Aiguo, Sa Dipeng, Chu Jianhe who should have died.

Xiao Ran himself, there were five people in the team at that time, but there were only four people in the fable, so Ye Yixin, who was still alive among the five, later died in the tomb.

Xiao Ran had been trying his best to keep everyone alive along the way, but when he entered the tomb, he was still preparing for the worst. There were nine people in their group, and there might be a few less people on the stone box, but there were still some people in the end.

Will die here.

But I never expected that there would be so many people there?

"Regardless of whether it exists or not, I've been around twice and I can't see a way out. Just tell me, is there a way out of this plague-stricken place? Maybe it's in this broken box.

in……"

The fat man said, and was about to open the stone box, but was stopped by Hu Bayi. He looked at the people on the left and right, and said to the fat man: "Why are you the only one who can do it every day? Open this thing randomly, in case there is something inside again

We have to stay here for all the poisonous insects and secret assassins."

The fat man retracted his hand angrily. Shirley Yang looked at the paintings with a flashlight and said, "Poisonous insects and hidden arrows may not be present, but there are indeed some problems with these paintings..."

Xiao Ran also stretched his head over and watched Shirley Yang's flashlight slowly scan the paintings.

The first few paintings all use stick figure-like lines to outline many people avoiding the approaching tornado under the guidance of a child, and then falling at the child's feet. The simple narrative painting proves that this child can make people...

A prophet who seeks good fortune and avoids misfortune.

The fourth painting shows a child standing next to two adults, and another person kneeling in front of them. The depiction of this old man is slightly more complicated than the stick figure in the previous paintings. Under the circle representing the head, there are

There are some dotted small grooves to represent beards.

The two adults, with their clothes, facial features, and perfect hair, seemed to be the legendary ancestors. And the old man should have a status similar to a personal servant.

From this point of view, the old man and the young man sitting opposite each other guarding the stone box are indeed the old servant and the young prophet.

In the next scene, there are no more two finely drawn sages. Most of them are children in the middle and old servants standing beside them. The little prophets use their own abilities to help ordinary people like stick figures avoid sandstorms, earthquakes, etc.

Natural disasters, as well as invaders represented by men with weapons, and even plagues represented by grimaces.

There are also several paintings depicting prophets helping people find water sources, digging out mineral deposits such as gems, etc.

These paintings all show the miracles created by the prophets, but in the following paintings, I don't know what happened, ordinary people fell to the ground one after another, while this old man and young man sat in the tomb, unable to care about the things outside.

The flashlight light stayed on the last painting, which was quite strange. It showed a dozen people standing next to the stone box, and one of them was still opening the box with his hands.

"One, two, three...fourteen? How come there are five more people?" The fat man counted carefully and asked doubtfully.

Hu Bayi touched his chin and thought: "Could it be that...this painting has nothing to do with us? It's not about us at all?"

Shirley Yang shook her head, pointed at one of those people and said, look what this is.

Everyone looked at the person she was pointing to and saw a small cross carved on his chest.

"What problem can this little cross...explain?" Hu Bayi asked.

Shirley Yang said: "This is not a cross, it is a cross, which represents my faith. In addition, under the feet of these people, do you think this sign looks like a flashlight?"

Xiao Ran took a closer look, and there was indeed a very freehand little sign at the feet of those people, which was a C shape connected horizontally. It seemed that the person who carved this painting was trying his best to show that these people were their current team.

Team.

"Besides this, there is another strange thing. The people, objects, and scenes in these paintings are all carved. At best, some are more detailed, but none of them have color. But in the last painting, there are five

Individuals have different colors and are smaller than others, so what do they represent."

Xiao Ran looked at the last five people. Although it was not obvious, they did appear in five different colors and followed closely behind one of the other nine people.

Five people? Five people...

He suddenly realized, could it be that these five people represented the artifacts on his body? But why were there five?

He thought about it carefully, the Pei Jiu Kuo, the Guan Shan Dao, the Yin Yang Mirror, the Soul Locking Lingzhu...

Xiao Ran suddenly remembered that at the Zagrama Pass, he picked up a short knife that could not be pulled out, and it was quietly tied to his calf. Could it be that there was another figure representing him?

It seems that this thing really has some background, but in any case, it is better to have more people than less people. These stick figures are arranged here, and the numbers correspond to each other, which makes him feel very at ease.

"I said...since we can't think of an answer, instead of guessing here, we might as well open this stone box and see what's inside. Maybe these human figures represent only imaginary numbers."

Xiao Ran took the opportunity to propose a new plan, and Fatty jumped out first to express his approval.

Perhaps it was the previous showdown with Corpse Fragrance Konjac and Queen Jingjue that left a psychological shadow on everyone. Except for them, everyone else had reservations about the suggestion of opening the stone box, and even Hu Bayi was ambiguous.

Xiao Ran thought to himself that since no one was willing to open it, it didn't matter to him. Anyway, the queen had been eliminated, so he didn't have to worry about the coming sandstorm.

Opening this broken stone box and taking out the sheepskin book inside is just another curse that will cause the sandstorm to come. It is better to wait peacefully for the next earthquake to create new cracks, and everyone can escape happily...

Just as he was thinking this, a figure suddenly flashed to the stone box and opened it under the surprised eyes of everyone.
Chapter completed!