He Xie agreed with Shirley Yang's statement that "religious legends cannot be fully believed", but he did not think that the content of the murals had much to do with visiting tombs.
Just like now, at least he knows that the origin of the Bana flower in shamanic mythology was the body of the first shaman Abu Kahehe who swallowed the goddess.
He Xie agrees with Shirley Yang's statement that "the survival of the dead is just another way of existence of life" because he himself is like this, but he does not think that religious theology is completely untrustworthy.
Many times, due to the lack of words and the relationship between time, much history becomes stories, stories gradually become legends, and legends eventually become myths.
Even sometimes what is false in this world may be real in other worlds.
Most of the worlds He Xie experienced were film and television literature from his original world, and they were all fictionalized by the author.
But these stories are true for He Xie, so is it possible that, due to some indescribable connection, these real things became the ideas in the mind of an author in other worlds, and then were created by his hands?
Come out, so that some legends and stories can be passed down in other worlds?
He Xie was even thinking, is it possible that everything he has experienced is being written about by an author because of some incredible connection?
By understanding the content of the mural, He Xie at least figured out one thing that he had always been unable to figure out.
That is
In this tomb of the Khitan Princess, there seems to be an unknown will guiding everyone to move forward and open the princess's coffin.
This can be seen from the fact that collecting three bronze badges can open the coffin.
However, the paradox is that the rice dumplings we just experienced in the first level, including the resurrected demon sculpture, clearly wanted to kill everyone in the first level!
Does this will lead everyone to the deepest place, or does it want to kill everyone?
This is something He Xie cannot understand.
After understanding the shaman legend, He Xie guessed an explanation that made this matter no longer contradictory.
If there are two wills in this underground palace, one is Princess Ogu, and the other is the first shaman Abu Kahehe, then this contradiction makes perfect sense.
However, He Xie still needs more information to determine whether this is actually the case.
Everyone continued to move forward, Shirley Yang said goodbye to He Xie with a smile, and passed through the crowd to join Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan at the front.
Wang Kaixuan looked back and muttered: "Hey Lao Hu, do you think that Staff Yang is attracted to Lao He?"
Hu Bayi was stunned and said: "What are you talking about? How could Shirley like him?"
"How is it impossible?" Wang Kaixuan glared, "Who is so handsome, capable, and not short of money? How could Staff Yang be so arrogant and arrogant? Look at just now, their faces almost touched each other.
, I think she is in love with spring..."
"Stop talking nonsense! It's impossible!" Hu Bayi said angrily, feeling a little sour and a little confused.
After Shirley Yang came over, Hu Bayi coughed lightly and asked, pretending to be normal: "What are we talking about? We've been talking for so long?"
Shirley Yang was still thinking about the previous conversation with He Xie, trying to analyze this person's character and purpose. After hearing the words, she casually said: "Let's talk about religious history and the meaning of life."
Hu Bayi's expression froze. Why did these words sound so familiar?
When men pick up girls, they always start by talking about these things?
He looked at Wang Kaixuan, who nodded to him affirmatively: "There is definitely something going on!"
This time Hu Bayi remained silent.
After passing through the long and dark corridor, what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a suspension bridge that looked decayed and dilapidated.
There are rusty iron cables on both sides of the suspension bridge, paved with wooden boards, and there is still a bottomless abyss below.
Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan took the lead in exploring the road. After crossing the suspension bridge safely, they shouted to the people on the other side: "Come here one by one. This bridge is not strong and cannot bear too much weight!"
Everyone passed the suspension bridge one by one without any surprises. What caught their eyes was an artificial wooden platform embedded in two cliffs.
In front, stalactites are jagged and weird, towering over the wide underground river in front of them. There are about a hundred stalactite pillars, and they are all connected by suspension bridges. They look chaotic and lead to nowhere.
"Let me go, there are so many bridges?" Wang Kaixuan set up a pergola and looked ahead, "There are hundreds of bridges, right? Which way is right?"
Everyone came to the edge of the cliff and frowned as they looked at the hundreds of suspension bridges in front of them.
Ying Caihong, who had been silent all the way, suddenly said to the disciples on the side: "You two, go up and take a look."
The two disciples agreed and walked over the crowd towards the bridge.
Hu Bayi, who was looking at the bridge and thinking hard, saw this and hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, don't go up yet!"
Unexpectedly, the two of them ignored him and walked around him before moving forward.
At this time He Xie spoke: "Stop!"
His voice was not loud, but as soon as he finished speaking, the two people immediately stopped.
Obviously, they can ignore Hu Bayi, but they dare not disobey He Xie's will.
The two subconsciously looked at their respected master Ying Caihong. Ying Caihong looked at He Xie with a smile on his face: "Why did Mr. He stop my people?"
He Xie said calmly: "I just want to prevent a meaningless death."
The hundreds of suspension bridges in front appeared in the original plot. If you don't follow a specific route, the body of the person who steps on the suspension bridge will quickly burn with a strange flame.
The mice also wanted to die meaningfully, and He Xie naturally didn't want these people to die worthlessly.
"Boss, is there any danger here?" Cobb looked at the suspension bridge ahead and asked with a frown.
"Let's let professionals give us the answer to this question." He Xie smiled and looked at Hu Bayi, "Old Hu, what do you think?"
Hu Bayi had already rejected He Xie once. Faced with the step He Xie offered him the second time, he would naturally not refuse.
He sniffed and said, "Did you smell it? There is a strange smell like sulfur."
He stepped forward, squatted by the bridge, picked up a piece of wood, and wiped it on the bridge.
call!
Suddenly, the piece of wood ignited with a strange green flame, burning more and more intensely. Hu Bayi hurriedly threw it aside.
In less than ten seconds, the piece of wood was completely reduced to a pile of ashes.
"This is a kind of phosphorite with a very low ignition point!" Hu Bayi said in a deep voice. He winked at Shirley Yang on the side. Shirley Yang immediately understood, walked forward, took off a bracelet on his hand,
Throw it forward hard.
The bracelet rolled over the bridge, sparking green flames wherever it passed. It was obvious that the entire bridge was made of this kind of phosphorite.
Hu Ba was expressionless and looked at Shirley Yang: "That's the bracelet I gave you!"
Shirley Yang winked at him and said in a slightly satisfied tone: "You can give me another one."
Hu Bayi rolled his eyes, looked back at He Xie and suddenly smiled: "These bridges are all built with this kind of phosphorus stone. The owner of the tomb did this just to make us intruders set on fire!"
After a pause, Hu Bayi changed the subject: "But this doesn't bother me. It's time for Boss Hu and Sister Ying to see how good we are at touching Captain Jin for a living. Touching Captain Jin is not a wasted reputation!"
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As Hu Bayi spoke, he took out a compass from his pocket, turned around, and began to chant softly: "Look for the dragon and share the gold to see the mountain..."