1TWITF[C Chapter 83

Chapter 83

So, who painted the painting in the village chief’s house?

Before this question could be resolved, Lu Yanli continued to look.

This mural was very strange. After two separate scenes, moving forward, there was another extremely similar scene, but as if it had been flipped over.

He worked very quickly, and the progress accelerated a lot. The three task performers also knew that this was not the time to be picky. If they didn’t find the jade pendant, something might really happen, so they also came to help.

The mural was gradually revealed.

He had studied painting. To survive, he had learned many skills, and his understanding of painting was better than most. He could see that the painting was about a story of a “king.”

The king sat on a high throne. He liked to play and have fun. The almost stick-figure drawings depicted him riding horses and hunting, surrounded by auspicious cloud patterns. People liked him very much. Two groups of people surrounded him, cheering and waving weapons. There were two beautiful little girls, whether they were sisters or lovers, they were often together. The little girls were painted red, without faces. The reason for saying she was beautiful was because there were also two groups of people waving weapons and circling around her.

Two rivers of blood appeared before his eyes, circling the entire mountain twice. The little girl stood in the river, only half of her body showing. The people on the shore seemed to be in a bad mood, waving weapons, their mouths painted as if shouting.

“This looks more like a sacrificial ritual,” the expert introduced. His glasses were also stained with dust, but he still leaned closer to look carefully.

Originally, everyone was busy with their own tasks, but in the later stages, unknowingly, everyone gathered around, crowding up to take a closer look.

“After performing several sacrifices, they gained prosperity and could communicate with all things… But later, this country declined, and the god they believed in was defeated, so they had to hide in the deep mountains…”

“…This mountain is the last gift given by the god. It is said that living in the mountain, you will never die. Even if you die, as long as you are buried in the mountain, one day, you can be resurrected…”

“What’s next?” Two staff members couldn’t help but ask, stretching their necks, eagerly looking at the person who had just been explaining.

That person paused and continued to introduce to the dark-colored wall: “After moving into the deep mountains, their faith had to be hidden. They buried their ancestors, that is, the king, here…”

“But, when no one expected it, sixty years later, they actually saw their king again… Only then did they realize what it meant for this mountain to make people immortal…”

They followed the mural and entered a corner.

They passed by the burial chamber as if they couldn’t see it, and walked deeper into the passage.

After they passed, the door of the burial chamber suddenly opened.

Inside were countless bones, both human and animal. At the door stood two bronze soldiers wearing armor, holding blades and halberds, with fierce faces, their eyes closed but lifelike.

Suddenly, they opened their eyes and turned their heads slightly, looking in the direction where the group of people had gone.

Inside the tomb, there was a rustling sound. Sand and thick dust fell from the upper corners.

Two skeletons finally stood up tremblingly.

Then, two followed two, shaking off the dust accumulated over the years, and slowly stood up.

At the door, the two soldiers slowly turned their heads back, and then, they stepped out, walking out in an orderly manner.

Whether living soldiers were buried alive as sacrifices, or soldier statues were cast in metal, they were all meant to guard the tomb owner and their property.

Now, they were going to fulfill their responsibility that they had upheld for who knows how many years.

After passing the next two tombs, with two “creaks,” the doors of those tombs… also opened.

Lu Yanli always felt that something was wrong.

What exactly was it? Where was the problem?

He listened to the expert continue to explain, involuntarily, feeling somewhat lost. He seemed… to hear other sounds.

What was it?

*

These past two days, Lin Chu finally went out.

An Ruo hurriedly followed behind her, trailing far behind. He had strong tracking experience and knew how to avoid attracting the target’s attention. After following An Ruo all the way, he discovered that the other party had only gone to the library. Now, she was quietly sitting in the library reading a book.

During the New Year, everyone had gone home, and not many people were staying in the library. At the large desk, there were only two figures, Lin Chu and himself.

An Ruo went around behind the bookshelf, quietly staring at her.

After flipping through them, he made a major discovery.

In her palm, she held two small knives.

An Ruo walked out from behind the bookshelf and met Lin Chu’s eyes.

She had deliberately chosen the library because she appreciated its quietness and spaciousness, making it easy to deal with situations. But she didn’t expect this to be an old man, which prevented her from taking action immediately.

An Ruo stared at her with a gloomy gaze. After a long while, he cracked a smile: “I am An Xingyu’s father.” He kept a close eye on Lin Chu’s expression. He knew that this was a very clever girl who was very good at hiding her emotions.

Lin Chu indeed didn’t show anything unusual, but An Ruo keenly noticed that the latter’s body stiffened suddenly.

Behind them, unnoticed by either of them, on the other side of the bookshelf, two books were gently pulled out and placed elsewhere.

But… there was no one behind the bookshelf.