Chapter 31 Dust-sealed
Aqiang stuck the painted halberd on his shoulder heavily on the ground, panting and sitting on a big stone. The ground paved with blue and white stones could not block the sharp painted halberd at all!
Li Mufan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at the thick fog, feeling very lucky in his heart.
If he hadn't happened to know Chinese characters, if he hadn't happened to have read books on this subject, the three of them would never have made it out today!
However, he was also confused at the same time. The Bagua array was ever-changing, but it seemed dangerous here, but with a little understanding, the danger could be averted.
In addition, why do ancient Chinese characters appear in this distant Tianheng Continent?
He couldn't figure it out, so he looked at the deep mountain path and asked, "What time is it now?"
Cuihua looked at the sky and said, "Master, it's probably two o'clock in the night on earth time."
"I'm tired, let's take a rest."
After taking a piece of dried meat from Aqiang and drinking some water, he looked at the quiet mountain trail in front of him and then at the fog behind him. After being silent for a long time, he said: " Let’s go up and have a look!”
It was unusually quiet along the way, and even the sound of insects disappeared. Cuihua keenly smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, and Aqiang, who had always been sharp-eyed, saw some buried in the jungle on both sides of the path. Broken weapons.
The situation was reported to Li Mufan, but he did not go pick up the rags this time. What if something strange happened again after leaving the trail? It's not worth it for a few broken weapons.
There is a strange fog behind him, and there is no way out, and the mystery in his heart also needs answers.
The journey was calm and calm, and not even a ghost of a Yin soldier was seen.
The three of them soon reached the end, a cave obscured by dense vines.
In front of the cave, only half of an ancient Chinese character was left on a broken stone tablet. The font was broken and blurred. Li Mufan was not sure what character it was.
Aqiang asked hesitantly: "Master, do we want to go in?"
"Go in! There is no way out. Leave the weapons you picked up outside the cave to avoid being unable to use them if you are in danger!"
"yes!"
Reaching out to push aside the layers of green vines, Li Mufan seemed to feel that he was pushing back thousands of years of history. For some reason, there was a hint of enthusiasm in his heart.
There is also that subtle touch of kindness!
Walking in the cave paved with bluestones, there is a faint red light swaying in front of you, bringing a little bit of light to the dark cave.
On the stone walls on both sides of the cave, there are ancient human murals, silently telling dust-laden stories.
Li Mufan walked quietly with the two of them, and through some red light, he slowly looked at the scenes depicted in these murals.
This seems to be the history of the development of a human tribe. From wearing animal skins, drinking hair and blood, to learning to make tools, the tribe slowly grew, formed a country, and fought with various beasts and races...
Picture after picture, fascinating.
Unknowingly, Li Mufan seemed to have returned to that ancient era, where humans fought against the sky, the earth, and all races. They never gave in and fought hard for survival.
A ball of hot blood welled up in his chest, and an unyielding faith burst out from his chest!
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he suddenly came back to his senses. The scene he saw was something he would never forget!
