"According to what you say, I did the wrong thing, you said it right." Wuhun said with a playful tone, and a strange curve was hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Then don't say you're hungry later. I'll eat the meat I roasted by myself. You don't care about those resources so much. Thinking that this black, oily, roasted meat will not be able to catch your old man's eyes, so you don't care even more. Just wait to go out and eat your delicacies."

"You, you, you, you," Leng Huo Xueyu was so choked by Wuhun's words that he couldn't speak for a moment. He was so angry that he stomped his feet. Wuhun turned around and walked away like a person who was fine, and looked very casual.

"Hmph, don't let me seize the opportunity, otherwise you will see it." An angry voice sounded in Leng Huoxueyu's heart, making her feel unhappy, but she still raised her legs and followed Wuhun.

Wuhun felt a little surprised when he saw Leng Huo Xueyu following him. As for what he said before, with Leng Huo Xueyu's usual personality, it would be very favorable to not give you a volcanic explosion. He would definitely have a willful temper. And the adults ignored this words without grudges. There might be a little bit, but it was definitely the first time that they would forget everything and follow him with breath.

Therefore, the light from the corner of Wuhun's eyes stopped on Leng Huoxueyu for a moment, but he didn't take this unprecedented thing to heart.

What he cared about now was how he and Leng Huoxueyu left this ghost place as fast as possible, and how the creature that disappeared without a reason became without a trace under their noses. It was simply gone without trace. It was incredible that there was not much breath left in the air.

The layout of the hall, Wuhun, had already been covered with his eyes. It seemed that except for the simple behind him, there was only a bronze giant door left behind. The remaining three sides were walls. If it weren't for the bronze giant door behind him, he would have thought he had fallen into the coffin.

It was difficult to deal with this now. Unexpectedly, except for a bronze door, the other three sides were actually bare walls. It seemed that the exit involved the mechanism.

Wuhun thought to himself, but his steps turned around in the pit, carefully looking at the differences between the three walls, trying to find some clues.

There are murals on all three walls, but the contents of the murals are different.

After Wuhun and Lenghuoxueyu entered the pit, they were always on the left side, so the first thing they saw was a painting on their left hand, the painting of the mural. It was not that it was too exquisite, but it was not unattractive. It could barely see the characters and what they did.

The mural is divided into seven paintings, which describes an event. From the painting art and expression of the mural to the style, it makes people feel a little simpler, but more of the bloody cruelty and killing of thought. The ancient and distinctive styles that come from the painting style can make people feel that this mural has a long history and is integrated with the special elements of a few tribes.

The first white piece of mural is invisible, and it is similar to the mist of fairy smoke. The painter who paints the painting just uses a few rough outlines to completely render the artistic conception in the painting.

Wuhun turned his head and looked at the second painting. The white fog that never dissipated all year round seemed to have collapsed. A dense forest appeared under the fog. The dense forest seemed to be painted by the painter deliberately, occupying almost half of the entire mural, which had more space.

The dense forest is painted very blurred, and the surrounding area is still foggy, which gives people a very mysterious feeling.

Wuhun really felt that the meaning of this painting seemed to be to highlight the height of the trees in the dense forest. But what can the height of the trees express? Is the height of the trees still have a special meaning in this land?

Wuhun shook his head, not thinking about the tree anymore, even if he thought about it, he would not come up with any clues.

Wuhun raised his eyes and turned his gaze to the third and fourth paintings. There was nothing to say about the third painting, but it was just a piece of black, which seemed to echo the first white Xianmiao. If he hadn't looked carefully, people with bad eyes would still think that this was an empty painting.

The dark tide surged, the huge storm was as uncontrollable as a flood, and the black vortex stirred the cold and suffocating feeling, deeply impacting his brain, making people deeply unable to extricate themselves, as if they were trapped in an endless swamp.

Suddenly, the cold wind flowing in the pit blew, and my neck cooled down. Wuhun suddenly broke away. His forehead was slightly cooled, and beads of sweat were rolling, and the cold sweat on his head was wiped. Wuhun felt a little scared in his heart, and his sharp eyes didn't dare to look at the mural again.

It seemed as if some kind of magic was tempting a person's heart, and it kept sinking with the strange rhythm of darkness. Fortunately, a sudden cold wind blew him up in time, otherwise the fall of the soul would always make people doom.

"Why is this? What happened to me recently? It's so strange. This happened twice under this pit." Wuhun's heart was surging in his darkness, and it seemed to be a little more rhythmic.

The strong wave made him extremely uneasy. His inner desire told him that he had to leave here as soon as possible. His vague perception made him feel that something bad would happen soon.

In a hurry, Wuhun saw that there seemed to be no figure shaking on both sides of him.

"Why is Leng Huo Xueyu missing? I saw her here just now!" A moment of heart fall made Wuhun fall into depression again. It was not until a crisp sound sounded that Wuhun's heart raised was released again.

"Hey, what are you looking around? Be serious, the problem of finding a way out will fall on you. It's so boring. I don't know what these paintings are good at. Anyway, I didn't see any clues about going out. I looked at them for a long time and it was nothing. I was all messy. Paint the paintings black and you can see what you can see. It would be better to think of collapse the wall blocking the road to save trouble." The source of the sound seemed to be below.

Wuhun turned around and looked back, and Leng Huoxueyu was sitting on the stone floor, yawning boredly, looking very tired.

"Hmph, she is very good at hiding and leisurely," Wuhun hummed in his heart.

Seeing that she was not as weird as last time, she felt relieved and continued to look at the remaining few murals.

But then again, even if she was asked to look at these paintings for an hour, she probably knew nothing about her personality and looked down on anything.

In the fourth painting, the sudden appearance of the evening made Wuhun's heart tuggle. The narrow road and the slender and dark corridor are where they are now standing?

Sure enough, the bronze giant gate that appeared again in the fifth painting confirmed the soulless conjecture. The place in the painting was the land where they were standing at their feet.

When my heart moved, the soulless eyes looked carefully at the mural with the bronze door again, in order to find some fine lines. Then several paintings were the place where they were, and the clues at the exit might be inside.

But the fullness of thought is ultimately not as cruel as the reality. Until the last mural, there was nothing in the soullessness and there was no way to see anything.

Although no clue was found, the impact of several paintings on the soulless heart was no worse than the clues to find the exit, especially the fifth and last ones.

When the bronze door on the fifth painting suddenly appeared with a bronze ghost face and a black ghost, the soulless heart was fluctuating, because no one would ever draw such pictures in the murals. The murals usually appear in the tombs or near the altar used for sacrifice. These two places are the most complex aura, and they are very likely to produce spiritual bodies...

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