Nangong Xun's body visibly stiffened, but he said in a stiff tone: "Why didn't you observe so carefully when you cracked the mechanism?"
Nangong Ling was silent for a while and then said: "I'm not good at studying mechanism techniques. It just takes me a little longer than ordinary people. But if you have to guess that my brother is an inner disciple of the Nangong family, anyone can tell it based on what he said."
In fact, the human skin mask that Miss Fifth gave to Nangong Xun is really lifelike, and most people will never be able to see the true face hidden under the mask.
Tang Ling felt that Nangong Xunding thought the same way, so he was still calm and did not panic. Instead, he looked at Nangong Ling up and down.
I have to say that Nangong Ling's description at this time was indeed embarrassing.
The clothes on his body were torn and blood seeped out in some places. He looked much more embarrassed than Nangong Xun.
"There's not much gauze left, so I'll apply the medicine and bandage myself."
Without waiting for Nangong Ling's help, Nangong Xun stood up on his own, used a flying knife to cut off a large piece of fabric from his clothes, and threw it to Nangong Ling.
Then he moved the luminous pearl to the wall it was leaning against. Regardless of whether Nangong Ling could see it or not, he took the lead in illuminating himself and started observing.
"Just now I felt the unevenness of the wall. There are indeed murals carved on the wall."
Tang Ling saw him gently touching the wall and walking over step by step. Ye Mingzhu slowly revealed the entire mural.
It's a very strange painting.
This was Tang Ling's first reaction after seeing the painting.
Tang Ling had never learned painting in her previous life, and she didn't know how to appreciate paintings, but the whole painting in front of her gave her a very uncomfortable feeling at first glance.
First of all, what occupies a large part of the entire painting is a huge black pot with boiling water in it and steam rising from the top.
There are several bones floating above the pot of water.
Next to the pot, there was a woman surrounded by two women in white.
The two people surrounding the woman were working together to spread out a square red quilt to cover the woman's body.
The woman's hair was wet and messy, her eyebrows were twisted together, her two huge eyes almost protruded from their sockets, her expression was distorted to the point of not being ordinary, and veins popped out in her hands that were tightly grasping the sheets.
Although he couldn't hear the sound, Tang Ling could still feel the woman's tremendous pain.
After Nangong Ling was bandaged, his eyes were unconsciously attracted to her, and she followed him, frowning all the time.
Nangong Xun must have heard footsteps coming from behind him, turned around, and the night pearl illuminated the area three inches in front of him.
Nangong Ling walked into the bright area and asked, "What are you doing?"
Nangong Xun's expression seemed a little embarrassed, "You...don't you know!"
Nangong Ling looked at him confusedly with a pair of clear and bright eyes.
Nangong Xun became angry and said, "Just keep reading and you will find out!"
As he said that, he took a few steps forward holding the luminous pearl. When the light extended further, Tang Ling discovered that the mural was very long and it was a comic strip.
The scene layout and portraits in the next picture are not much different from the first picture. The only difference is that a bloody thing crawls out from under the woman's red quilt.
"Is that... something she gave birth to?"
I don’t know who asked the question, but no one answered it.
In the silent closed space, the two children subconsciously held their breaths.
Seeing this, Tang Ling also understood that this was a picture of a woman giving birth.
What's strange is that there is a strange pot placed next to the woman giving birth, and the child the woman gave birth to is obviously not a normal child, but more like a ball of flesh and blood.
Tang Ling had read a lot of medical books, and the Lingxian sect had the richest collection of books in Qingyun Continent, so he had the opportunity to see many strange methods of treatment that were unknown to ordinary people.
She felt that based on the direction of the painting, the following story seemed somewhat predictable.
Sure enough, in the next scene, a man in white appeared again, wrapping the mass of flesh and blood in pure white swaddling clothes, making a high-lifting gesture, and heading towards the black cauldron.
And at some point, a man wrapped in a black cloak appeared next to the cauldron, stopping the man in white from throwing the flesh and blood into the boiling pot of water.
Until the last scene, the man in black and the man in white holding the child disappeared from the screen. There was only a black cauldron left in the room, the mother covered with a red quilt, and the woman who helped give birth in the first place.
Two women in white.
As for the ball of flesh and blood wrapped in white swaddling clothes, it was placed next to the woman.
"What do these... exactly mean?" Nangong Ling asked.
Tang Ling was just as confused as he was.
"Aren't you quite smart?" Nangong Xun suddenly said, "You have also developed many clever mechanisms that are praised by the head of the family."
"I'm not good at mechanism skills, I just work harder than others." Nangong Ling raised her head, her expression suddenly showed a bit of stubbornness, as if she had made some determination.
"No one knows that I only sleep for two hours every night, plus other people's time for fun and rest. I have been studying and practicing. Only by persisting year after year can I achieve some achievements."
Nangong Xun's expression was stunned at first, and then he seemed to have seen a ghost.
"What...are you working so hard for?"
Mo Fenglin didn't seem to have strict requirements on him.
"In order not to be bullied." Nangong Ling clenched her fists, "Be better than everyone else, only then can you defend what you want to defend."
"Oh! So you are so ambitious?" Nangong Xun snorted, "Then let me ask you, why did you come to break into the tower for most of the night?"
Nangong Ling suddenly avoided his gaze, "How does brother know?"
"I am a god." Nangong Xun replied impatiently, "Of course I know everything."
Nangong Ling paused and answered honestly.
"I want to gain the qualification to enter and leave the underground city at will."
"Why do you want to enter and leave the Nangong family's prison city at will?"
Nangong Ling hesitated for a while and did not answer.
Nangong Xun stared at him for a long time, but did not insist on asking.
"Maybe you didn't notice." He raised his uninjured left arm, suddenly walked a few steps quickly, got behind him, and covered his eyes with one hand.
"Now, your dream has come true."
There was a roar in his ears, and the hand covering his eyes moved away. Nangong Ling opened his eyes in confusion, and saw the scene in front of him clearly, his pupils slowly dilated.
There is still a wall in front of me, but the mural is gone and the wall has become completely transparent.
It is also transparent under the feet. Looking down from above, you can see the natural wall made of stone walls, eight stone pillars supporting the sky and standing on the ground, among which there are flying corridors, palaces and pavilions, and machine workshops; there are also false moons and false suns, divine machine doors, and good luck. Tao, overpass chains, mechanical beasts...
The two of them seemed to be in the sky, looking down at the spectacular city below, with a clear view.
It is the Nangong family’s underground organ city.