I don’t know why, but from the moment I jumped into this dark room, my eyes were attracted by the four murals on the wall. The four paintings depict four scenes.
The first mural from the east depicts a country built on a desert oasis in the vast desert. Countless subjects fell at the feet of a blue-faced king. The blue-faced king was holding a man similar to himself in his arms.
Colored baby.
Although the king has a strange face, his face is very kind. The people around him kneel or worship and gather around the king. It can be seen from the expressions on their faces that they are all filled with happy expressions, and their bodies are full of joy.
The clothes are also very gorgeous. It can be seen that the people in this country live a very prosperous life. They all have a heartfelt respect for the king.
The second painting depicts the blue-faced king who is much older, his hair and beard have turned gray, and the baby has grown up and turned into a graceful blue-faced princess (Papa Smurf and Smurfette?) standing next to the king.
There is a team coming from the east. Different from the faces of the people from the Western Regions of this country, this team is obviously men of the Han nationality in the Central Plains. They are holding swords, and almost everyone has several heads of people from this country hanging on their belts.
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The leader stood in front of the king and was talking to the king, while his hand was held with the princess's.
The king seemed to be listening to what the original man said, but his eyes were looking at the bewildered princess. The king's eyes showed a touch of sadness and helplessness.
The third mural turned into a palace scene from the Shang and Zhou dynasties in the Central Plains. The Central Plains man who appeared just now was holding a sharp sword and pierced the chest of the blue-faced princess with one sword. In the desert in the distance, countless Central Plains people had already attacked the palace.
Under the city, the surrounding ground was filled with people lying in pools of blood. The king, dressed in military uniform and holding a scimitar in hand, stood at the highest point of the palace, looking towards the Central Plains Palace.
The fourth painting is in this secret room. The blue-faced king is holding an oil lamp in his hand and is performing some kind of sacrificial ceremony. Outside the secret room, the Central Plains people have invaded the palace. In the distance, the desert has formed a
A black tornado was heading towards the palace.
When I finished reading the four murals, Fatty Sun walked up to me with a groan. He spoke in a bad tone: "Lazi, did you push me down just now?"
I looked at him very differently: "Great Sage, you are really good at relying on others. It was obviously you who stepped on the soul-gathering nail and slipped before falling into the coffin."
Fatty Sun shook his head and said: "No, I stepped on a nail just now, but I didn't slip. Someone pushed me down. Is it really not you?"
"I wasn't next to you at the time, how could I push you?"
Fatty Sun was doubtful: "How do you prove it?"
My anger was also aroused by Fatty Sun's pretentiousness. I patted the coffin board and said loudly: "I was the one who pushed you, so I just... hmm? Why is there an oil lamp here?"
Suddenly there was an oil lamp on the originally bare coffin lid. Does it look familiar? I took another look at the mural on the wall. It was exactly the same as the oil lamp on the painting: "Did you put it there?"
"It's not me." Fatty Sun shook his head: "It's just an oil lamp, what's all the fuss about? There's still lamp oil inside, just for lighting." As he said that, he put the lighter's flame towards it.
"Don't light it!" Hao Wenming and Po Jun were looking at the mural, but when they saw it, it was already too late. With a "hoo" sound, the oil lamp made a weird wind sound when it was lit, and then, a white smoke came from the oil lamp.
The lamp popped out of its mouth.
"Don't smell! Come up quickly." Hao Wenming and Po Jun were really anxious. Director Hao knocked the oil lamp out of Fatty Sun's hand. Po Jun was even more shocked. He pushed the coffin to the position where we dropped it, and then grabbed it.
A corner of the coffin made a sound of "Ouch!" and the coffin stood up: "Climb up from here!"
There was something wrong with the cigarette! When I realized it, there was a sudden blur in front of my eyes. Several people had appeared in the darkroom out of thin air.
Standing in front of me is a big blue face with gray hair and a curly beard - Papa Smurf, bah! No, it's the blue-faced king on the mural.
His Majesty was staring at me fiercely, holding a machete in his hand: "Traitor, give back my daughter's life!" He said that he did not allow any explanation, and he stabbed me in the face!
The sword was as sharp as lightning, which meant I still had some skills. I ducked my head and ducked back, turning away from the blade. While his sword was sinking, I kicked His Majesty the King in the crotch. I was about to hit the target.
The key point is that something incredible happened to me. The blue-faced king turned into a cloud of smoke and spread away. The smoke re-condensed five or six meters away from me and turned into the blue-faced king again.
I freed my hand, took out my pistol and shot the blue-faced king between his eyebrows. "Pop!" was heard, and the bullet hit his forehead like a cloud, without causing any damage.
Is this a slap in the face? Withdraw! Only when I turned around did I realize that there were three people who looked exactly like the blue-faced king and had already entangled Hao Wenming and the others.
Hao Wenming and Po Jun were better off, and they were able to support themselves for a while. Fatty Sun was a bit miserable. He already had more than a dozen wounds all over his body, and blood was pouring out. He was about to confess on the spot.
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There was no time to think about it, so I raised my hand and fired three shots at the blue-faced King No. 2. Just like before, the three bullets were like mud cows entering the sea, without any harm.
Change the guy! I put away the pistol, took out the swing stick. I swung it straight and hit the back of Blue Face King 2’s head.
With a sound of "Hoo!", he swung his stick and dispersed the smoke-like body of King No. 2. The mist of His Majesty No. 2 floated in front of His Majesty No. 1. He was not polite and squeezed directly into His Majesty No. 1's body.
Inside the body, the merged King No. 1 doubled in size out of thin air, and began to slowly walk towards Fatty Sun and me.
I helped Fatty Sun up and limped towards the coffin. After running a few steps, I heard an "Ah!" sound. Director Hao didn't dodge, and was slashed on the shoulder blade by King No. 3. Hao
Feeling pain, Wen Wenming turned around and ran towards the coffin. The space behind him was given to King No. 3. With a slash across his shoulder and back, poor Hao Wenming was cut into two pieces, with blood and internal organs flowing all over the floor.
Po Jun was next to him, and he was also shocked by this scene. King No. 4 saw an advantage, and took advantage of Po Jun's daze. He held his scimitar flat and saw that there was blood in the dark room. Po Jun's head fell to the ground.
, the blood in his cavity spurted upwards more than ten feet high. Po Jun's body shook a few times before he fell to the ground.
The fused blue-faced king behind also chased after him and was about to catch up. Fatty Sun suddenly threw away my hand that was supporting him: "Lazi, let me block him! You go." He said and pushed me towards the coffin.
Turn around and rush towards the combined blue-faced king.
There was no suspense. The sword flashed and Fatty Sun fell to the ground.
Seeing that the three teammates who were still alive and kicking just now passed away like this. My hair exploded and my body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.
I stopped running, there was no need to run. The three blue-faced kings were approaching me. On the contrary, my heart calmed down and my body stopped shaking.
I watched them walk up to me and raise their machetes at the same time: 'Are we going to die now? I'm still a little unwilling. Let's take one last look at this world.'
Huh? The last thing I saw was an oil lamp that fell to the ground and was still burning. I didn’t think much about it, I just raised my hand and shot it.
With a "pop!" sound, the oil lamp was smashed to pieces, and the three blue-faced kings in front of them disappeared without a trace...
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