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Wang Ming's flustered voice made everyone stunned, and Qi Anwen stopped moving the beads and looked over.

"There are still a few murals," Wang Ming said, "Teacher."

"Where is it?" Xiang Yunchong's voice was trembling with excitement.

"Is your dad okay?" Jia Luoye stretched out his head again and brought his lips to Xiang Yang's ear, asking again and again.

A thin layer of red rose from Xiang Yang's ears. He subconsciously glanced at the other people present from the corner of his eye, and found that they were all looking at the stone wall following the flashlights of Xiang Yunchong and Wang Ming, and they seemed to be slightly relaxed. Tone: "My father is like this when he is excited, and my mother often suspects that he will die from a heart attack in the future."

When Jia Luoye saw it, his heart suddenly moved, and he felt that he could go a little further.

So he lifted his feet, bowed his body, and his lips brushed against Xiang Yang's pink ears intentionally or unintentionally, his voice dropped a few decibels naturally, and before he could react to what happened, he withdrew When he came back, he looked up at the mural and said, "This one is quite beautiful." Jia Luoye was expressionless, pretending to be very ignorant.

Xiang Yang half pursed his mouth, and the moist coolness remained on his ears, which made him not know what to say for a while.

"Professor Xiang, what is this painting?" A mage wearing a yellow monk's robe in the Zongxie asked.

"This one," Xiang Yunchong pushed down his glasses, "it should be about the story after the war just now. Don't you see that the four monstrous beasts are the one on the right side of the picture just now, and they are sitting together at this moment , the expression of joy, is obviously celebrating the victory, and in ancient times, there was a distinction between superiority and inferiority, even at the celebration banquet, you see this giant python sitting facing south, is the main seat, and it has the most details , the scales are also clearly visible, lifelike. The second is the white hair, it is on the east side of the giant python, which is the left hand, the pen and ink are more detailed than the other two, and the hair lines are also very clear."

Xiang Yunchong was amazed when he saw it, "I didn't expect that in the ancient times of 4000 years, our ancient painting techniques have been so perfect, and the matching and application of colors are no less than any imperial tombs discovered today. It's really amazing! "

"It's really a scheming," Jia Luoye couldn't help but spit out a sentence. If you don't go to the front line, you will be ranked first in terms of rewards for meritorious deeds.

"Professor, do you think the giant beast in this painting is real?" the mage asked.

"It's hard to say," Xiang Yunchong pushed his glasses. He has seen too many anecdotal stories over the years of archaeology. Exaggerated ingredients, but absolutely inseparable..."

But at this point, Xiang Yun's scalp went numb!

The paintings of the owner of the tomb are to reflect the experiences before him, but there are no "people" in these consecutive paintings!

Or is it that the people buried in this tomb are not human beings at all?

At this moment, Anai in Xiang Yang's arms suddenly raised his head, staring at the dark road ahead, without saying a word.

Jia Luoye and Xiang Yang looked at each other, and they both looked over.

Although they couldn't see anything, both of them had the feeling that there seemed to be a huge monster in the darkness, slowly approaching everyone.

"Wang Ming, hurry up and roughly copy this picture," Xiang Yunchong instructed, "and don't forget the words below..."

Before Xiang Yunchong could finish speaking, Qi Anwen immediately raised his hand to interrupt him, "Be quiet, there is a sound!"

Everyone was taken aback, and froze in place: "What's the sound?"

"Don't make a sound," Qi Anwen tightened his fingers holding the Buddhist beads, and looked into the cave with dark eyes.

Silent loneliness is the most penetrating, especially in an "ancient tomb".

The other people in the Zongxie suppressed their uneasy hearts one after another, and then took out the guys they ate, such as the invincible hula hoop, the Thunderbolt Chunyang Supreme Treasure, the holy water gilded cross balabalabala...

But just when everyone was waiting in full force, they heard "呵啦" a few times, and everyone's flashlights went silent at the same moment.

It was suddenly dark in the ancient tomb, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The suffocation brought by the darkness instantly engulfed everyone present, and the members of the Zong Association who were a little farther away from Qi Anwen couldn't help screaming.

That person happened to be not far from Xiang Yang, and his eardrums were about to be shattered.

"Don't bark." Xiang Yang scolded in a low voice.

After finishing speaking, he took out a box of matches from his pocket and clattered.

This is his habit, and his father will let them take it with him when he goes to the grave.

It's not some feudal superstition to light candles in the southeast corner, but when necessary, you can check whether the air in the tomb is up to standard, whether it is suitable for breathing, whether there is oxygen, and so on.

Following Xiang Yang's actions, Xiang Yunchong and Liu Yun and Wang Ming also took out matches.

Clusters of thin flames lit up in the dark. Although they were not as bright as the bright flashlights that everyone had at the beginning, they could at least calm down the members of the sect association.

But at this moment, Wang Ming, who had been very quiet all this time, suddenly opened his mouth, "I remembered, before I fainted last time, I heard some strange sounds, like some metal objects rubbing against each other quickly, and then My eyes went black and I couldn't see."

Wang Ming's unique voice, combined with the artistic conception at this time, makes people feel inexplicably creepy.

It directly made the members of the Zongxie who screamed just now turned pale and their legs trembled, staring at the noodles who were about to cosplay into the water.

The monk standing in front of her quickly supported her.

"What else can you think of?" Qi Anwen tightened his fingers holding the Buddhist beads, and his fingertips turned white.

"Also, and." Wang Ming's eyes lit up, "Also, I felt something very soft in a daze."

Strange wind!

Strange sound! !

Still very soft! ! !

These three words, accompanied by the flames swinging from side to side, can always inspire people's endless imagination.

The cave also fell into dead silence at this moment.

However, this dead environment did not last long, because the strange voice sounded again

Rusty, very hasty.

Really just like what Wang Ming described, like something made by the rapid friction of metal objects, this kind of sound makes people feel chills on the back of their necks, just like scratching a blackboard with their nails crazily, it is the most irritating sound. The sound of human brain nerves.

Not only that, but in addition to the ear-piercing sound, there was a strange wind in the cave that was even more fishy than before, blowing towards the face from the cave.

"I'll go, there can't be zombies!" Wang Ming asked.

"No, no, no way," Noodle Goddess said tremblingly, "I, I, we are all firm atheists."

"...Uh," Wang Ming looked at the sorcerer's mysterious equipment, and really wanted to say something to her, this sorceress, feel your conscience, do you feel that you are too insane? Do I believe in horses or ghosts?

"Stay back," Qi Anwen took a step forward, protecting everyone behind him.

I saw the sound of metal rubbing in the dark cave getting more and more intense, approaching my eyes.

Without even thinking about it, Qi Anwen took out a stack of yellow talisman paper from his arms, held it between his hands and muttered a few incantations silently, the talisman paper quickly flew towards the cave, and then spontaneously ignited in the air, instantly illuminating the dark environment into It's daytime.

This time, he finally saw clearly what the voice that stimulated his hair was.

It was a group of hundreds of thousands of entangled black strange snakes. Those black snakes were covered with black scales and glowed with metallic luster. Each of them was no more than ten centimeters in length. They spit out long messages and flew towards the crowd Come.

With a group of snakes of this size, everyone's hairs stood on end and their scalps felt numb. Many people began to envy the missionary in black long coat who fainted at the beginning, especially the noodle goddess, who stared at the woman who helped her with resentment. monk.