The moment he saw the mural, he seemed to be obsessed with it.
It seems that the content of the murals left by primitive indigenous people is very simple.
A group of matchstick-like villains, holding weapons, faced the sea and pushed something down.
In the sea, a huge thing is depicted with black strokes, like a mass of darkness, and like a monster.
Because the lines are too rough, the specific shape of the monster cannot be clearly seen.
"Is this a battle? Or...a sacrifice?"
Vidali pressed the shutter button directly and took a photo.
"Who knows... The beliefs of the indigenous people are very strange. Ancestors, the force of nature, or beasts... may all become the objects of worship... I think this is depicting a hunting picture. They may have seen a huge
It is very possible that ancient people saw this creature and worshiped it like a god."
Roger analyzed.
It can be seen that he is different from ordinary rude crew members and seems to have some education.
"I think... this is a very primitive whale hunting picture!"
Another passenger also expressed his opinion and looked at his companion: "Luka, what's wrong with you?"
"I...have a headache!"
His companion was a brown-haired man. Looking at the mural, the muscles on his face began to twist little by little: "There seems to be something wrong with the pictures here... They... They are alive... Listen... the waves
The sound is mixed with calls..."
"You've heard enough, Luca."
At this moment, a palm stretched out, blocking Luka's sight.
It’s Fang Xian!
He could see that the man named Luca was nothing special, but his inspiration was a little high, and he sensed the hidden information in the mural.
For ordinary people, this is not a good thing.
Even, along with his description, a "signal" was formed, causing the "change" on the island to become more intense.
In the distance, dark clouds came in pieces, and the color of the sea became darker.
It seems that in the depths of the ocean, the entrance to an abyss has opened.
Wow!
The waves were rolling, and among them there seemed to be black shadows washed up from the bottom of the ocean.
Those are rotting corpses!
"ah!"
Luca screamed, pointing to a corpse: "That's...that's me! I will die! I'm already dead!"
Fang Xian looked over and found that although the corpses were somewhat swollen and rotten, they could still be generally identified.
Some of them were wearing sailor's clothes, and some were passengers.
It seemed that they were the ones who landed on the island.
This is a strange phenomenon that cannot be understood!
'The power of darkness... has become more turbulent...'
He thought secretly: 'But the darkness covering this island is not particularly powerful... In terms of personality, it is probably about the same as a broken-winged bird, and far inferior to the ancient ruler...'
'Are these... illusions? Or a curse? What will happen if you come into contact with your own 'corpse'?'
Fang Xian stared at Luka closely.
The gentleman seemed to have fallen into a state of madness. He found his 'body' and turned it over with great effort.
The corpse indeed had his face, but it was covered with a layer of scales, like a half-mutated monster.
"What's this?"
Luka was startled, and just as he was about to leave, he discovered that a layer of horny material appeared on the back of his hand, piled up in the shape of scales.
"no no……"
He cried and howled, trying hard to scratch the back of his hand until it was bleeding.
The wound quickly rotted and oozed pus.
Fine scales appeared on Luka's face, his expression changed, and he fell to the ground, becoming a rotting corpse.
This incomprehensible scene caused Vidali's camera to fall to the ground and disintegrate.
"Don't touch those corpses, don't look at them, it's a manifestation of a curse!"
Fang Xian shouted loudly.
At the same time, a series of exclamations came from the nearby exploration team, and it was obvious that some of them were cursed.
"No, no, this is Devil's Island. I want to go back, back to the ship."
Roger held on to the shotgun tightly, as if holding on to the last glimmer of hope.
"It's useless, look..."
Fang Xian pointed to their lifeboat, which was already piled with corpses. If he wanted to rescue the boat, he would have to come into contact with the corpses, and he might die directly like Luca.
"Let's meet the others first."
He grabbed Videl and joined Eric's team.
"Xirei is dead!"
Eric's expression was very ugly: "This is a very large-scale curse... completely beyond my ability."
Even if he is a newcomer, the underlying meaning is that he is just a newcomer.
The situation here is worthy enough for the Secret Keeper to dispatch elite investigators, even legendary investigators.
"I found a mural over there, where is yours?"
Fang Xian asked.
The situation is urgent at this time, and Eric doesn't mind exposing some abnormalities: "There are also murals on the rocks here. I think they are a kind of sacrifice to the 'deep sea monster'..."
"What if there were indigenous people living on the island, and one day, they encountered a monster from the deep sea. They fought first, then failed immediately, surrendered to the monster's power, and offered sacrifices to it regularly?" Fang Xian deduced a possibility.
: "Find more murals, there may be clues on them..."
"Well, we need to leave this beach as soon as possible. There are more and more corpses washing up. Even if they suddenly move, I wouldn't be surprised at all." Eric said half-jokingly.
Soon, Fang Xian joined the others and found two new murals.
They are also carved on the rocks and are made of white traces that cannot be washed away by sea water.
The third picture shows a stick figure getting into the mouth of a deep-sea monster, which seems to be a kind of feeding.
The fourth picture completely changed the background, describing a simple palace with some ripples around it.
"No...this is not feeding!"
Fang Xian stared at the third mural and suddenly said: "The natives worshiped the deep sea monster, and took the initiative to get into its belly, and came to the deep sea... the palace of the deep sea!"
The ripples in the fourth mural represent the seabed.
Therefore, when all the murals are connected in series, they call and sacrifice the deep-sea monster through some kind of ritual, and actively get into its belly, using it as a submarine to enter a secret place in the deep sea!
‘Perhaps there is a true god, an ancient ruler sleeping in that secret realm?’
If he hadn't known many secrets before, Fang Xian wouldn't have been able to deduce this.
After understanding this, layers of calls suddenly echoed in his ears:
"Eternal greatness will never end..."
"In the dreamy and confusing deep sea secret realm..."
"#@%& cast His gaze..."
…
At the end of the three-paragraph sentence, there is a very awkward pronunciation, which is unclear, but it should be a certain name.
Fang Xian's whole body felt as if he was electrocuted, and even the sixth-level alchemist was trembling.
'That is not an honorary name, but a divine name! The true name of the ancient ruler! The most secret and taboo knowledge!'