Ancient Country Returns to Ruins: Strange News from the Western Regions

  The dark corridor was illuminated by candles, although still a bit dim, but enough to see everything in front of us clearly. We are now at the tail of the scorpion, I don't know if it's because of the candlelight flickering, the walls and floor of this tomb are all a deep red color, could it be that the ancient people deliberately painted cinnabar to ward off evil? I wonder.

  "Xiao Lao, this... how did the lamp light up by itself?" asked Lao San stutteringly.

  "This... I've also been racking my brains, a tomb is originally for the owner to rest in peace after death, and no one else will enter. The design of the wax lamps around here, could it be for self-illumination?" Xiao Lao analyzed.

  Lao San shuddered all over: "Xiao Lao, don't scare me."

  As we walked deeper into the tomb, Old Xiao warned us not to touch the walls. If we got stained with the "Ling Shui", even the great god of heaven couldn't save us. Old Xiao and Lao San led the way in front, A Quan was in the middle, and Fu Ma and I brought up the rear. For some reason, after entering this tomb, I always felt like a pair of eyes were watching us from somewhere. As I walked, I kept turning my head to look back, but behind me, there was nothing except the dimly lit tunnel.

  Fu Ma glanced at me and said, "I've been watching what's happening behind us all along, don't worry." He had already rolled up his clothes, revealing the eyes on the back of his waist, which were constantly scanning our surroundings.

  I gave him a thumbs up: "Brother Ma is indeed amazing." He smiled shyly.

  I took a look around the corridor, except for a dark red color there was nothing special, only the walls were uneven and very regular, probably every two steps there was a protrusion, like a large washing board.

  "This king of the Great Yuan State must have knelt on his washing board too many times, even the roads have to be paved like a big washing board." Old Three said while walking and swinging his knife.

  Xiao Lao's spirit tightened: "This path is anti-slip." He turned his head to look at us, and sweat began to appear on his face: "Who do you think needs anti-slip when walking this path?" When Xiao Lao asked this, everyone trembled with fear.

  After walking for about a few minutes, it was still a dark and endless corridor in front of me.

  A Qiang suddenly pointed at the wall opposite: "Xiao A Shu, it seems like there's something on that wall."

  We gathered together and found that the passageway in front of us had murals painted on both sides, one after another colorful mural, painted on the dark red vermilion wall, looking quite eerie.

  I gazed at the wall on my right, where a mural with a strong Western flavor depicted scenes from the daily lives of the ancient Dayuan people. Afraid of getting too close and touching the "sacred water", I dared not approach it too closely. From this mural, one can see that the economy of the ancient Dayuan Kingdom was quite prosperous, and its people mainly lived a nomadic life. In the middle of the mural, the king is shown drinking with several people by the riverbank. Who would have thought that after a thousand years, this place has become an uninhabited land?

  I was still marveling at the power of nature when I found that all four of them were staring blankly at a mural on the left, so I quickly joined in.

  The murals on the left have a very different style from those on the right, all of which are damaged and seem to have been destroyed by someone. Upon closer inspection, it is still possible to make out what is depicted in the paintings.

  The first painting depicts a sky filled with Rakshasas, and on the ground there is a circular pit from which more Rakshasas are flying out. Many of them are also on the ground, all gazing at a beautiful woman riding a giant scorpion.

  "This grave is indeed related to Rakshasa, but who is this woman?" I asked everyone.

  "Second brother, although I don't know who this girl is, but I'm sure she's a Cancer." Old Three said with a serious expression.

  "Old Three, Cancer is a crab, not a scorpion, okay?" I looked at him helplessly, and Old Three went "oh".

  Xiao Lao narrowed his eyes: "This woman is a Raksha Ghost King, and this pit on the ground should be the legendary Gate of Hell."

  "This ancient guy is really something, and there's actually a Gate of Hell?" Lao San continued to look at the next picture. A group of blue-skinned people were fiercely battling against the Rakshasa demons, a light blue-skinned man holding a six-sided crystal-like object stood at the forefront of the troops, with corpses of Rakshasa demons scattered all over the ground, suffering heavy losses.

  I stared at the man with pale blue skin standing in front of the team on the painting, and suddenly a severe pain hit my head, and several phantoms flashed in my mind, but they were all unclear. I massaged my temples.

  "This man is... " Fu Ma looked at Xiao Lao.

  Xiao nodded: "If the legend is true, he should be the king of Dàiyú ancient country, but why are they all painted with blue skin." He patted his head, "Ancient people also had tattoo worship, it's possible that before the war, they used some kind of dye to dye themselves like this, expressing the psychological hint of a war god possessing them."

  The following few frames are similar to what Xiao Lao said, the queen and King Dai Yu had a fierce battle for several rounds, both sides suffered heavy losses, but King Dai Yu always had the upper hand.

  Suddenly, Ah Quan shouted: "Look at this!" We several people went over to see that the queen was kneeling in front of King Dui Yu, and the big scorpion beside her began to swallow the Raksha ghost. Several blue men buried the scorpion with sand.

  "This thing called love is really inexplicable. This woman, for the sake of the king, let her own subordinates be eaten by the mounts." Lao San sighed.

  I furrowed my brow: "Why do I feel like a Rakshasa is feeding something into the mouth of a scorpion?"

  Xiao Lao looked at me: "I share the same view as Jun Yang, this scorpion is the queen's mount and won't harm its companions. The queen must be trying to protect them."

  He finished reading the last few pages in one go and stared at us blankly: "Old Xiao, why is it different from what you told me?"

  We hurried to follow, and the next few frames roughly told that the scorpion was buried, the queen married the king and had a child, whose skin was also light blue. Then the king married another woman, ignoring the queen, who wept and awakened the scorpion, which released the Roshchak demon. The king was furious, took away the queen's protective collarbone, and threw her into the scorpion's mouth.

  "We looked at each other in dismay, 'Isn't this just a deep palace resentment coming back to avenge her husband's dog blood Korean drama?'" Lao San exclaimed.

  "Old Xiao, this is completely different from what you told me? So it was the king who owed the Rakshasa queen?" I looked at Old Xiao.

  A Qiang had been silent for a while, looked around us, seemed to have thought of something, and said with trepidation: "You guys say that scorpion is real or not?"

  Xiao Lao's face changed greatly after hearing this: "If the legend is true, are we now inside the belly of the giant scorpion queen Luosha?"

  After all, legends are just legends. I was about to refute Xiao Lao's view when I found that Fu Ma looked somewhat strange. His face was gloomy and he stared intently at the wall with the last mural, stretching out his index finger as if ready to touch the wall. I feared he might accidentally touch the Ling Shui, so I immediately shouted: "Fu Ma, what are you doing?"

  He was like a man possessed, completely oblivious to his surroundings. His index and middle fingers were inserted into the wall, and immediately, ** began flowing out of the wall. The wall seemed to have an adhesive quality, and it started sucking in Fuma's body.

  "Ah Long, quickly cut off Fu Ma's fingers!" Xiao Lao shouted. Old Three didn't hesitate and swiftly drew his military knife from behind his back, with a flash of lightning, Fu Ma's index finger and middle finger were cut off halfway.

  Her ten fingers were connected to her heart, and the pain immediately woke up Fu Ma. I quickly took out a piece of gauze from my bag to bandage Fu Ma, who was sweating profusely in pain.

  "What's wrong with you, Fuma? You knew there was a spiritual water in the wall and still went to touch it? Luckily, Old Three's knife skills are fast, otherwise you would have turned into ashes all over your body." I complained.

  Fu Ma seemed exhausted: "The eyes on the last mural are as perceptive as my third eye, they let me touch it with my hand and know its story."

  I took a glance: "Big brother, what's the use of having eyes? That's just a wall, not a mural. You're hallucinating."

  "A Qiang shouted: "Brother Jun Yang, how can you cheat people? I was just wondering, why is my dad on this mural?"

  "What did you see, Lao San?" I immediately turned to him.

  Lao San glanced over: "Huh? Why is Director Mu painted in this mural?"

  I suddenly felt something was wrong, and immediately looked at Old Xiao. Old Xiao's face was as pale as Piao Ma's just now, his eyes narrowed, and his face was getting closer and closer to the wall...