Mural?!

My breathing suddenly became rapid. The connection between Xia Cun and Xia Tomb gave me an intuition. I always felt that this tomb might have a great connection with Xia Cun. The crux of the whole matter lies here. I was eager to think about it.

Ask for proof and dissect everything.

Aren't murals the answer I'm looking for? It's more intuitive and convincing than corpses. In all large tombs, there will most likely be murals. That thing is not only art, but also a record!

With a feeling of apprehension, I kept rubbing my hands and walked to Brother Yaozi.

The flashlight in Brother Yaozi's hand has already been pointed at this place, and the situation on the wall is clearly visible.

They are indeed murals, but the Xia Dynasty was still in its infancy, and there was no need to talk about art at that time. The murals were also extremely simple, using some simple lines to form patterns to tell narratives, which were very similar to the cave paintings of the Stone Age.

For example, the picture in front of me is a huge circle with many triangles on the top and short vertical lines below. In front of the vertical lines is a large short horizontal line, connected by a curve in the middle...

Brother Yaozi stood in front of the mural with a wry smile on his face. Obviously, this kind of mural is not on the same level as the murals after the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It cannot be seen clearly at a glance, and normal people cannot understand it at all.

But there are always abnormal people among us.

For example, Lao Bai came over for questioning. He was a scumbag who was addicted to eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, and smoking. However, he had the same naughty heart as a child. He could always understand things that others couldn't understand. He stared at them for a moment, stroking his hands and said: "

What a model picture!”

He had a calm smile on his face, as if he was an artist, as if he was admiring Van Gogh's masterpiece, and the look of disdain in his eyes was almost undisguised.

I have long been accustomed to this. Wasn't it him who cracked the murals in the ruins of the undead? He didn't bother to show any respect, let alone exclamated like a crazy person, and sneered: "We are currently surrounded by crises, and these murals are extremely dangerous.

It's important. It can help us clarify the ins and outs and deal with it more calmly. If you want to show off, then continue to delay!"

Lao Bai touched his nose and smiled, then said: "This circle may be a huge lake or something else. The triangle next to the circle should be connected mountains. This refers to the geographical environment.

As for those vertical lines and the curves connected to them, don’t you think they look like shepherds holding whips? As for those horizontal lines, pointed by whips, they are of course livestock being driven by shepherds, but they are not cattle or horses.

Things, because cows and horses are very big, at least bigger than people, and these horizontal lines are very short, shorter than the vertical lines, indicating that these things grazing are very small. Can you think of anything else besides sheep? This is not a model picture.

What is it!"

"You are such a genius..."

I had to praise him, and then said: "What I'm talking about here should be Daze, Limu's hometown!

There are many Dazes mentioned in ancient books, such as Beiyin Daze mentioned in Kuafu Zhuri, which should refer to the vicinity of Lake Baikal.

There are also Meng Zhuze, Lei Xiaze, and Ohnoze, all of whom are now in Heze, Shandong.

However, these should not be the hometowns of Limu and Hu Biao warriors. The Limu in Huangdi's dream was a warrior armed with a huge crossbow and driving tens of thousands of sheep. Places like Mengzhuze are not suitable for large-scale sheep herding. Lake Baikal

It was too far away, and it was impossible to reach there at that time. After all, I think this place should be the current Hulun Lake. Both the distance and the environment are very suitable.

Limu should have come from there, and that’s the location mentioned on the mural!!”

A gentleman should have the virtue of reciprocating kindness in return. Lao Bai has always firmly believed that he is a gentleman. When I praised him, of course he would praise me for a long time. When he saw me smiling, he continued to read.

"This painting... seems to be destroyed..."

Lao Bai said helplessly: "Look, there are no patterns on it. Hey, why did so many people die in the last one?"

The sealing of this tomb is not good, so it's good that the murals can be preserved, but it's impossible to keep them bright.

However, someone died in the third mural!!

This shows that the content recorded in the second mural must be very important, and it is most likely the cause of death of these people.

This is extremely regrettable.

I stared at the second painting unwillingly, but my clenched teeth gradually relaxed, because I found...the color of this second mural seemed to be much darker than other parts!!

So I stretched out my fingers and put them against it. The wall was cold and moist, and there was a faint moisture seeping out. When I raised it, I saw that the belly of my fingers had turned black. I brought it up to the tip of my nose and smelled it. There was a very strange smell, very light.

Very light, hard to describe...

"This is paint, black paint!!"

I narrowed my eyes slightly: "Yes, that's the smell. The black pigments in the past were not chemically synthesized. Most of them came from the bark or insect galls of plants, such as the green bark of walnuts or the green bark of chestnuts.

, the shells of gallnuts contain a large amount of tannins, which is often referred to as tannic acid in chemistry. This stuff is used to tan leather. After this stuff is used as a raw material for murals, if the density of the stone is not high, it will penetrate

Once inside, there is a weird smell..."

After saying this, I looked up at Lao Bai and said with a smile: "Lao Bai, I'm afraid this painting is not damaged. It used a lot of black paint, but the paint penetrated into the wall and was diluted.

The color is dim, and the whole inside of the tomb is dark, so when we shine a flashlight over it, it’s normal that we can’t see it at a glance.”

"black?"

Lao Bai thought for a while and said softly: "Could it be said that black means the coming of darkness? Generally speaking, the coming of darkness represents the monsters and monsters. Combined with the third mural, it roughly means that darkness has come to the shepherd's hometown.

, there were countless casualties, and there was no hope for life in an instant..."

A shock flashed through my mind!!

Whether it was the weird behavior of the black snake or the bizarre death of the old man in Xia Cun, they all made me full of doubts.

Wang Si'er also said that he had never seen a black snake kill anyone!!

I have long suspected that the black snake that took the lives of more than ten or twenty people in Xia Village was not the black snake at all, but that the black mist that swept through Xia Village was summoned by something else.

I couldn't help but interject: "Why does black have to be darkness? It can't be a black evil wind or a heavy fog or something?"

Lao Bai was stunned and said nonchalantly: "It's okay if you say that. Anyway, it's all related to monsters and ghosts. There are many ways to say black things and possibilities..."

My head was buzzing, and I felt that this was getting more and more weird.

If my guess is completely true, and black refers to the black mist, doesn't it mean that... when the ignorance was still unknown, the attack on Limu's hometown was exactly the same as that of Xia Village?

From a criminal investigation point of view, the same person's modus operandi is basically the same. Just like the author of a book, even if he writes the same story, the taste will still be similar. This is determined by the individual's style and personality and cannot be changed.

So, the murderer thousands of years ago is the same as the murderer today?

When I connected this series and told it, everyone was shocked. There was nothing I could do about it. The time span was so big that people couldn't help but think about it.

Zhang Yao couldn't help but urge: "Keep reading!!"

Old Bai nodded numbly and continued to look at the fourth and fifth pictures...

When despair and death enveloped the swamp, a hero appeared. This hero held a giant crossbow and summoned warriors to hone their training in the mountains. Then they stepped into the black mist to fight. Except for the hero, the rest of them could not leave.

Back to...

"The man holding the giant crossbow is Limu. According to legend, he is like this. The people he trained are the warriors of the tiger and the tiger!!"

As long as the warriors of the Tiger Biao were involved, Mao Yao would lose control and muttered: "It turns out that the Warriors of the Tiger Biao were not trained by him specifically for the Yellow Emperor at all, but...he trained them in order to fight against the black mist.

The warriors of the Tiger Biao!"

She was shocked and urged: "Look below, what happened next? So many people from the Tiger Biao died. What happened in the end?"

No need for him to say anything, Lao Bai was already looking behind him, and when he opened his mouth to speak, Zhang Xinya suddenly screamed - I remembered!!

Lao Bai was interrupted one after another, and he lost his temper. He said helplessly: "Auntie, what did you think of again? Is it me or you who said it?"

"I said!!"

Zhang Xinya was not polite and said directly: "Er Gouzi said that Limu's hometown, the so-called Daze, is most likely Hulun Lake. So, the black mist comes from Hulun Lake, right? There... there is a story

A legend that has a huge connection with this!!”
Chapter completed!