Mr. Fu is always too annoying

This mural, like the scriptures engraved on the wall just now, stretches continuously from the corner of the entrance hall to the four directions, filling up the surrounding walls.

Out of caution, several people didn't go over immediately. After testing with talisman paper to confirm that there was no problem, they relaxed and looked at it seriously.

The murals start in the south and end in the east, and the first one is on the corner of the south wall of the main hall.

A few people approached and took a look. They felt that the painting style of the first mural was quite artistic. There were willows by the river in the back and sparkling water below. There was a long embankment across the water. People offscreen laugh.

In the blank space on the side of the painting, some small characters are engraved, which are Xia Zhuan.

Fan Xiu was good at recognizing ancient characters, so he consciously took on the job of translation.

"In the spring of the ninth year of Yuanhe, I traveled with my friends to the Yushui River. I met Yanzhi for the first time on the long embankment in the middle of the river. His bright eyes are kind, and his youthful demeanor is unforgettable at first sight."

Fan Xiu translated the words next to the mural word by word, touched his chin after speaking, and guessed: "This Yanzhi...is he talking about Xue Ling?"

Several other people had the same idea as him.

"It should be." Rao She said, "But there doesn't seem to be any useful information here, let's look down first."

Fan Xiu nodded, and then moved his gaze to the second mural. The background of this mural looked like a palace. The man on the embankment was covered in armor just now, standing bowed on the palace, surrounded by a few sketches with pen and ink. Personally, looking at the facial features, he is smiling, with a few columns of small characters attached to the side.

"In the ninth year of Yuanhe, at the end of winter, the master of Sulang returned from the southern border to the capital, and met Yanzhi again, with a bronze blade and armor, and a heroic appearance. My heart is for him."

Still didn't bring any useful information.

Fan Xiu could only continue to look at the third mural. The background of this mural was the city gate. Thousands of people traveled far outside the city. These people only sketched it roughly, and it was blurry. The only clear one was the one in the middle. The figure, as mentioned in the previous mural, is full of bronze blades and armor, and is full of heroism. The battle flag is flying around, and the back is full of indescribable spirit.

There are also small print records at the bottom.

"In the autumn of the tenth year of Yuanhe, there was a riot in the east. The master of Sulang was ordered to go east, and Yanzhi went with the elders. The return date is not yet fixed, and the post letter is difficult to arrive. I think about it."

And the fourth mural is still the city gate, but the person in the painting has changed from the back to the front, with a serious body and sharp eyebrows, and gradually enters the city gate in the cold wind behind him.

"In the 11th year of Yuanhe, Meng Chunjiban, the east border was flat, Lu Chuan was settled, and Su Shi returned to the court. Letters entered the capital, tossed and turned, and they were in front of the city at the time of the dynasty. At dusk, they finally saw Yan Zhi, the copper blade was broken, and the Ming armor was broken. , the wind and snow are on my body, but the person who enters my heart has a more graceful demeanor than before, and it is hard for all living beings to imitate."

"I am happy with it."

After this mural, the coloring style of the painting changed suddenly, from the cool ink color to a joyful red. Yanzhi, who appeared in the previous murals, was wearing an embroidered golden wedding dress, with his back to the outside of the painting. The man stood there, and there was a man in front of him holding his hand. He was tall and tall, with handsome eyebrows, and the joy in his eyes seemed to overflow, bright and hot.

The people in the painting are overjoyed, and the words below are also very long, with affection hidden between the lines, these affections gradually increase with the handwriting, and in the end, it becomes a sentence that can be called a promise——

"It's a blessing in my life to meet Yanzhi, and I hope that I will always be good, and I will live up to it."

From unforgettable at first sight, to what my heart aspires to, what I think about, and what my heart pleases, and then to wishing that I will always be good, and I will live up to it.

This mural is not so much a mural, but a diary with pictures, or a diary where idiots and dog food coexist.

And the painting style is similar in the future, the murals on the entire four walls of a palace, every word and every sentence are derived from it, telling the love and miss for him.

Fan Xiu, who has been single for more than 4000 years since he was single: "..."

Life is not easy, Gu Shu sighed.

On the other hand, Fu Tong felt that something was wrong the more he looked at it.

According to what Xue Ling said before, he was pushed into the magic circle by someone he liked, and his bones were cut out alive and ground into ashes to make a tombstone. But now looking at the murals, a person who likes Xue Ling with such a warm heart, said that he will live up to it, In the end, the person who wants to engrave this kind of liking is really the same person as the person above who did such a scumbag?

Is there something else in between?

Thinking of this in his heart, Fu Tong frowned and walked to the south corner, and looked at the mural on the wall from beginning to end several times.

When I saw it like this for the third time, I finally noticed another thing that was wrong——

The fifth mural is the mural of getting married.

It recorded Sheng Yang's joy when they got married from a third-person perspective, and apart from it, all the murals in the underground palace recorded Xue Ling from Sheng Yang's perspective.

The perspective is different.

The main characters in the paintings are also different.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, stopped in front of the mural, looked carefully for a while, and finally set his gaze on Sheng Yang's eyes in the painting.

When he saw this mural for the first time, he felt that the eyes of the people in this painting were a little too bright. Thinking about the above, the problem probably lies here.

Once you know what the problem is, it will be much easier to solve it.

The ancient fierce beast Yazi has always followed the principle of simplicity and rudeness. He summoned two lancets and wanted to throw them directly on the painting. He raised his hand halfway, and felt that he could not do this, and it might cause some bad consequences, so he looked back at Fu Qianyuan. , whispered: "Can you?"

Needless to say, Fu Qianyuan also knew what his son wanted to do. After his eyes stayed on the painting for a while, he hummed in a low voice.

With no worries, Fu Tong smiled at Fu Qianyuan, then let go of his hand, and flicked his fingers forward.

In the next second, the lancet rose from the air, and stabbed straight at the eyes of the person in the painting.

"Bam—"

When the knife was five centimeters away from the mural, it was blocked by an enchantment, and then it was blown into pieces. Almost at the same time, the walls of the palace changed again, the bright colors disappeared, and turned into a bluish white. There are no paintings on it, only blood-like words, scribbled there, extremely eerie.

Several people looked at Fan Xiu in unison, and the latter lived up to everyone's expectations and translated all the words above.

"In the winter of the 14th year of Yuanhe, there was a great epidemic. The epidemic started from the southwest and spread to Kyoto in three days. It spread to the disease. It took more than a month to take medicine, but there was no improvement."

"At the end of the 14th year of Yuanhe, the epidemic stopped, but Yanzhi was still suffering from illness."

"In the spring of the 15th year of Yuanhe, Yanzhi was on the bed of lingering sickness, his body was broken and his bones were standing, and he had coughed up blood. Doctors from all over the world were called, and countless people practiced medicine in the palace. They all said that medicine and stone were not doctors."

"In the 15th year of Yuanhe, in the late spring and summer, Yanzhi was seriously ill. He called a doctor again, but he said that he would live for three months."

The writing style of these words is flat and straightforward, and it looks calmer, but the handwriting becomes more and more scribbled at the end, and finally the words "life is not more than three months" are almost crazy. of despair.

Such scribbled handwriting stabilized in the last two paragraphs.

"In the 15th year of Yuanhe, in Jiang Xia, a magician went to the temple with a book, saying that Yan Yan could be saved. The strategy used in the book was unheard of, extremely absurd, and there was a fear of mistakes, but..."

"Of course, it's the end of the road, I have no choice but to try."

The handwriting stopped abruptly here, and Fan Xiu stopped. Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw a golden light flash in front of him. Then, the handwriting seemed to come to life, wandering around on the wall, and in the end, it actually recomposed three murals.

The first one is a man wrapped in a black robe, presenting a book to the person on the throne.

The second picture is that many people are digging the underground palace.

The third picture is a coffin suspended by chains about [-] centimeters from the ground. The black-robed man in the first mural stands beside him, leaning over to put an unidentifiable object into the coffin.

These three murals did not appear at the same time, but one of them disappeared and recombined three seconds later. After the last mural disappeared, the handwriting also disappeared.Fan Xiu originally thought that it was over here, but he didn't expect that as soon as such an idea appeared, he heard a "bang" in his ears.

Huge cracks suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls that had no gaps, and slowly moved to the two sides. The surrounding rumbling sound became louder and louder as they moved, and the hall was also covered with dust.

There was too much dust, covering eyes and breathing, a few people avoided temporarily, and when everything was quiet, they looked back and saw a few more doors on the walls around them.

Yes, not one, but several.

Fu Tong looked at it, and there were two on each wall, exactly eight.

From the point of view of quantity, it is Kaixiu life and death that shocked Du Jingbamen, but it is not the case from the point of view of position.

Several people fell silent for a while, and after a long while, Rao She put down the compass that didn't respond at all, looking extremely helpless, and asked, "Should I choose one to enter, or choose several doors and each person enter one?"

Fan Xiu thought for a while: "Let's choose one to enter, otherwise..."

Although he didn't say what he said later, several people understood what it meant——

It’s okay to only meet those monster-fighting types. It’s simple and rough to resist, but you just need to run fast, but the attributes of this dungeon are really fascinating. It is a secret room escape without danger but without prompts. If you don't, then you really can't get out.

It's better to come together.

"Then..." Rao She was still helpless, "Which one will you get in?"

"..."

Another moment of silence.

Fu Tong hated multiple-choice questions the most, and felt a little irritable when he saw this. He resisted and walked around in front of the eight doors, and finally pointed at the third door: "This one, it has Xue Ling's breath inside."

At a time like this, of course the boss will do what he says.

Several people had no objection, and their execution ability was quite good, and they quickly entered the door that Fu Tong said.

After passing through a dark corridor, there was light gradually in front of his eyes. Fu Tong walked in, his eyes recovered from the physiological reaction to the sudden light, and before he had time to look around, he heard a sharp voice coming from the front.

"who are you?!"

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