377.Chapter 376 Blood spilled on Helan dyed snow 16
That mural is much sadder than the previous stories. The person who carved the mural and applied the paint was obviously not a skilled craftsman. The whole painting was a bit messy, but it could still express the story clearly. Especially the use of color, the large area
The large areas of bright red are really as red as blood, and in this cave it makes the blood flow speed up and the pupils shrink.
Wu Enqi stepped forward, stretched out his hand and gently touched the red paint, put the red-stained fingertips on the tip of his nose and smelled it, his face changed slightly, "Master, this is blood."
"You can smell it just standing here, do you need to reach out and touch it?" Hu Gechi did not turn his face, his eyes were still on the mural.
"These are all true." Zhenjin said slowly, looking at the painting with a very complicated expression.
That is the story of the fall of the Xixia Dynasty. From Xixia to the Song Dynasty, from Xixia to the Mongols, from the Xixia Kingdom to destruction, countless Xixia people began to flee.
The road to escape was very long, heading towards Tubo on one side and the Southern Song Dynasty on the other.
A Southern Song Dynasty bureaucrat stood in front of them and pronounced a death sentence. The Tibetans were not polite and killed those who escaped with a knife.
The Mongolians were even more unceremonious and slaughtered wantonly. Everywhere was covered with blood and the ground was red. As for Xixia, the remaining people were getting fewer and fewer until they walked into the mountains, where they never dared to come out again and hid.
Beware of the executioners who have knives in their hands.
Hu Gechi was a little shocked in his heart. He knew that Xixia was destroyed, and that the territory of Xixia was now their country. He understood that he wanted to eradicate the grass and roots, but there must be a reason for the annihilation of the entire clan. He knew that his grandfather Genghis Khan
He died on the way to capture Xixia. If revenge can only be done by killing the Xixia royal family, why should we destroy a whole clan?
"I think that in addition to looking for the antidote for Rouge Cui this time, we will gain something else." Zhenjin spoke in a very soft voice, as if he only wanted Hu Gechi to hear him.
Brother Hu's red eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered what the Khan had said to him. If he met a descendant of the Xixia Dynasty, he would find that one thing. He looked at Zhenjin in disbelief, "Is it because of that one thing?"
thing?"
Zhenjin nodded slightly, and then glanced into the deep cave. "But, with the clues about that thing, I'm afraid the road ahead will be more dangerous."
Hu Gechi didn't say anything, but reached out and took the torch from Wu Enqi's hand. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to leave. Although such things were precious to him, all he could think of was Rouge Cui's antidote. There were many.
People have a psychology that the things they value most are often put together. Therefore, since there is such a thing in this place, there is a greater chance that there will be a formula or antidote for rouge.
Stepping into the darkness, there was a naturally formed cave. The protruding stones were extremely sharp. After entering Shandong, I saw the lights in front of me after only two steps. Hu Gechi quickened his pace and ran over. In front of him was another relatively wide cave.
There is a cave. In front of the cave is a huge door. It is an iron door, but I don’t know how this iron door was brought in from the small cave I came from just now. The more bizarre it is, the less able to relax its vigilance. The door is open.
, inside is a corridor with burning lights. This is the real tomb, the tomb of the high priest of Xixia.