Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Ghost Town of Banluck Eleven
I don't know why the mural is so lifelike. It's as if I can actually see a person dying bloody in front of me, and I also feel that the person in the mural might be able to pounce out.
Mustache is also looking at it carefully, but only this mural can barely be seen clearly, and the rest are very blurry. If this is a narrative mural, it must be coherent, and then infer the continuity based on the content of the picture.
, there is only one identifiable painting left, and the clues are very thin, making it impossible to understand.
As I looked at it, I had a question. Many people know that the murals in the pit have various contents, but these murals all have one thing in common, which is to record the life of the tomb owner and some scenes of daily life. The murals appeared
Here, it means that its content should have a lot to do with the owner of the tomb.
"Is this the tomb of a Taoist priest?"
"Impossible." Mustache retracted his gaze and said, "No one would abuse themselves like this in their own hell house."
I wanted to continue talking, but Mustache was obviously no longer interested in this topic, and I immediately realized that the current situation was a bit dangerous, and I shouldn't waste time and energy on these things.
As we walked further, all the debris disappeared. In the empty underground tomb, there was a faint shiver of air-conditioning. Mustache completely regained his composure. He explored the way in front, and I followed closely.
I didn't dare to leave it alone. These tombs were built in the same way. If they didn't store things, they wouldn't look any different. There was a row of four depressions about one meter deep on one side of the tomb, which were filled with Xixia stuff.
Some ancient coins in circulation at that time, including a few gold and silver utensils.
These things should have some value. If you take them out, someone will definitely rush to collect them. But under the current situation, Xiaohu and I can't take them away at all, so I picked a few and pocketed them.
The walk was a bit long, and my head was a bit dizzy. I can’t remember how many tomb-like places I passed along the way. But I still had some ideas in my mind. In fact, judging from the areas we visited, this
The entire underground space should be very large, exceeding the scope of an ordinary large pit.
"How big is this place?"
"It shouldn't be much bigger." Mustache walked slowly and said without looking back: "The overall area is estimated to not exceed the area of the mandala above our head."
We stepped into another empty "tomb room" (because we really don't know what to call these rooms. They are definitely not the ear chambers that a big pit should have, but they are also not normal storage basements), and faced each other.
It's a huge mural that almost takes up an entire wall.
After seeing this mural, the faint sense of panic emerged in my heart again. The Taoist priest who had been beheaded before appeared in the painting. In this huge mural, he was killed by a handle.
The fork crossed his neck and was firmly nailed to the ground.
And this mural is different from the previous ones. It covers a whole wall, all made of carved bricks. There are only a few carving marks on each brick. All the carved bricks combine to form such a huge mural.
.The paint has fallen off a lot, which makes people feel that this painting is very old.
Mustache was no longer interested in these things for the time being. He only glanced at them briefly before continuing to walk. I actually wanted to stop and study, but I had to follow him. When we walked into the adjacent "tomb chamber"
When I was in the middle, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. At the end of this "tomb chamber", I could clearly see two doors expanding.
This is a very dangerous signal. The road we originally walked was like a monk's cave. Although it was winding, there was always only one main road. However, the appearance of two gates meant that the road below was likely to continue to diverge.
Cha, the two gates become four gates, and the four gates become eight gates.
In fact, there are many situations like this. When people in the past encountered two gates that confused directions and routes, most of them would adopt a method, which is similar to the right-hand rule. No matter how many gates appear, always go along the rightmost one.
There may be two results in the end using this method, one is to find a way out, the other is to fall into an infinite loop and return to the original starting point.
Mustache didn't speak, but I could feel him thinking nervously. Within three minutes, he asked me to follow closely, and then stepped through the door on the right. This was an unavoidable choice, but fortunately it was
, if you continue walking in this way, the worst result is to return to the current place. If you are really desperate, just walk back along the original road to avoid being trapped to death.
All these "cemeteries" are connected, one next to the other. After we walked through the first second door, we thought there would be three or four doors, but to my surprise, there was a "cemetery" after the second door.
At the end, there were still two doors. At this time, there was no choice. Mustache decisively stepped into the door on the right again.
Immediately afterwards, my mind became confused. All the "cemeteries" had two doors, neither more nor less. My mustache always led me through the door on the right. I didn't know how many "cemeteries" I passed by.
It is another huge mural made of countless carved bricks. The Taoist priest who has appeared twice in the mural has an even more tragic fate this time, as if he is being tortured by being torn apart by a car.
"Who did this Taoist priest offend?"
"Keep going." Mustache didn't even stop this time. I couldn't hear the fluctuation in his tone, but I could sense that he was starting to get a little anxious.
We kept walking, but the empty tombs never changed, one after another. Not long after we walked out, the mural appeared again. The protagonist was still the Taoist priest, who was unlucky and was cut in half with a guillotine. The bright red paint had already
It faded, and goosebumps began to appear on my body. Just staring at such a mural back and forth made me feel nervous.
Mustache's pace continued to speed up, and I was forced to walk faster. The two of us walked for at least half an hour, and I felt strange. The area of this underground space should not be so large. If we walked at our speed,
After so long, it has exceeded the scope of that mandala.
I didn’t know how many tombs we had walked through, and I felt that if we added up the straight lines we had walked, we should have left the ruins of Bantuo Ancient City. At this time, the mustache’s footsteps suddenly stopped and pointed forward with a flashlight.
Photo, I didn’t feel much at first, but when I looked at the wall in front of me, my scalp exploded.
The most feared thing happened. The carved brick painting on the wall was something we had seen before. The miserable Taoist priest had a fork on his neck. Mustache and I immediately looked at each other, and the two of us walked back and forth.
For such a long time, I have actually been going back and forth in several tomb chambers.
It's very difficult to break in like this, especially in this situation. The only way is to leave a mark at the starting point and follow the door on the left. If you still go around in circles and can't get out, you can only
For now, go back the way you came, and then think of a solution.
"What should I do?" I started sweating on my forehead. In my opinion, we should avoid taking risks at this time and go back the way we came. Lao Gong's whereabouts are still unknown. If Xiao Hu and I are trapped to death, there will be no one to save us.
"Go to the left." Mustache only pondered for a moment, not allowing me to say any more, and walked towards the left of the two doors.
I still wanted to argue with him and tell him the pros and cons, but when I saw the steps that Mustache took, I felt that even if I said it, it would be useless. There might be a Xixia bronze medal here, and he definitely wouldn't do it until he saw the final result.
Will give up.
When I stepped into the first tomb on the left door, Mustache looked at it first, and my heart tightened. There were obviously two identical doors opposite us. According to common sense, the situation is not too bad.
There are not many doors, and our chances of choosing are half and half. As long as we choose the right path, we may reach the real end. But if we choose the wrong path, the subsequent situation will be beyond our control.
"Which side are you going to choose this time?" I couldn't help but ask Mustache.
Before he could answer, I suddenly felt my feet go soft, and the hard ground seemed to turn over like a flap. Half of the room suddenly collapsed, and a low roar came from below.
Both of our flashlights flew out of our hands, but I could feel that there was sand all around, and it was flowing slowly, like a dark vortex rotating under the water. Half of my body was sunk into the sand, and it was flowing slowly with the flow.
The sand is sinking little by little.
I raked my hands around like a reflex, but there was sand all around, and there was no place to draw strength from. The flashlight also fell two meters away, emitting a slanting light. I started to scream loudly, and I was panicking.
At the extreme point, I suddenly remembered what Lao Gong said before. Some tombs were directly hollowed out, and more than ten meters of sand were poured into them. There would be no way for people to survive if they were trapped inside.
"Don't panic!"
Amidst my horrified screams came the deep voice of Mustache. He was in a better situation than me. The entire tomb chamber should have been transformed into a mechanism. Once triggered, it would collapse all at once, but that might be because it took too long.
, part of the mechanism center was damaged, and only half of the ground collapsed. Mustache caught the edge of the collapsed area, and when he straightened his body, he was about to climb up.
The flowing sand was really terrible. I sank halfway in, and the sand flooded my lower abdomen. Although the sinking was relatively slow, it was relatively slow and I couldn't hold it for long. Moreover, the sand was mixed with large angular rocks.
, my hip bone was squeezed by two stones, and I felt that the bone was about to break.
The only good thing is that the mustache stretched out his hand very strongly, and by this time he had already climbed up on the edge. My panic calmed down a little, and then I stopped struggling pointlessly. My body was quietly flowing with the sand, so I could hold on a little longer.
A moment and a half.
Whoosh!
Before Mustache could stand still, I heard a very sharp sound above my head, with the sound of a piece of cloth being torn through the air, and it was whipped towards Mustache.