Tomb Raider Forbidden Area 51 Zone 0024 Hidden Mural

  Isn't it said that the Old Ninth Gate has already faded out? So how did this guy find his way here? I knew it, a once prosperous grave-robbing school like the Old Ninth Gate, how could it possibly disappear so quickly? Maybe there are still some remnants left, they're just keeping a low profile.

  I heard that people from Lao Jiu Men are very formidable and being able to find this place is definitely not a coincidence.

  Zhao Si shook his head, rolled his eyes and couldn't help but say with disdain: "How could the old ninth door accommodate a big shot like me?"

  "What sect do you belong to? One of the three major families?" My curiosity grew heavier, especially after seeing Zhao Si's move just now, it was like Master Lin Zhengying's ghost-grabbing technique on TV. This kind of person is quite formidable, using such a subtle hand technique can already roam the Jianghu, what's the need to come and rob tombs?

  What kind of person is he?

  "No sect." Zhao Si's face sank, and he spoke expressionlessly.

  "How is it possible? Did you come in alone? How can it be?"

  One person? How is that possible?

  The journey is long and arduous, but the problem is that he's not familiar with this place. Is there anyone who can take good care of him? Even sleeping for a while on this land could lead to encounters with terrifying animals.

  I still wanted to speak, but then I heard Zhao Si shouting loudly: "Quickly look, Young Master Jiu..."

  " Qi Xie, Xiao Shou Hou, Hei Shu......" I gazed at the crystal clear jade stone wall and shouted out loud.

  On the other side of the jade stone wall, Qi Xie was walking in front, Xiao Shou Hou was following behind him, and Hei Shu was at the very back. I saw that my backpack was on Qi Xie's body, and for a moment, I felt relieved. Perhaps it was because Qi Xie was more taciturn than Xiao Shou Hou, so I guessed he wouldn't rummage through my backpack.

  " Qi Xie......" I waved my arms and shouted loudly.

  Zhao Si couldn't help but slap my forehead, with a look of frustration, scolding: "They can't hear, no matter how loudly you shout, they won't be able to hear. Do you have a brain or not?"

  Alas, realizing this problem, I hung my head in despair and let out a deep sigh: "What to do then?"

  "Speak up, how do you know them?" Zhao Si said at this time, with the gun in his hand pressed against my temple, looking ferocious.

  I was so scared that I trembled again, and with a mournful face, I said: "Zhao Si, can't you be normal for once? Stop pointing your gun at me every now and then. Besides, we're now like two ants tied to the same string - if I die, you won't get the treasure either."

  If I die, then there will be one less person, just one less helper.

  Zhao Si nodded and put away the gun, agreeing with him, saying: "I'm counting on you for many things too."

  When I spoke, my eyes were fixed on them by the jade stone wall. Whether they could hear or see me, I just wanted to take a look at them. I found that there were obvious bloodstains on their faces, and even Xiaoshou's clothes were stained with a large patch of blood. Xiaoshou walked slowly, as if he was injured. I saw his lips moving, as if he was speaking, but I didn't know what he said. I only saw Hei Shu's face change drastically, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, and Qi Xie's expression also changed slightly. His eyes had a tired look in them.

  What dangers have they encountered? How did it become so miserable? Think about what you've encountered all the way, in this place, what haven't you encountered.

  At this moment, I suddenly remembered that Bai Shou and the others had come out from the jade stone wall by digging a hole, so as long as we have tools, we can definitely get out.

  At this point, I leaned against the jade stone wall, and my line of sight became extremely clear. I shouted loudly: "Zhao Si, come over and take a look, what is this thing?"

  After I finished speaking, I curiously stretched out my hand to touch the jade stone wall above, because there were some carvings on the jade stone wall. If you don't look closely, you won't notice these paintings at all. I guess it's because of the transparency of the jade and the reflection of light that makes them invisible. However, when viewed up close, the jade stone wall is like a layer of transparent light, but this does not affect the integrity of the entire mural at all.

  On the top, many people wearing ancient costumes are walking in groups on a river, carrying various offerings and gold and silver utensils. At the front of the team, there are two small children, one boy and one girl, placed on a tray above the coffin, as if they were to be sacrificed.

  In ancient times, there was a custom of sacrificing boys and girls to the river god. The mural depicts this scene, which is extremely cruel. It's unknown why the owner of this tomb wanted to paint such a picture here.

  On the river, there was a boat. On the boat stood a figure, but without a face. I couldn't see that person's face at all because he covered his face with both hands and it was impossible to tell what he looked like.

  Why cover your face? Is it because you can't bear to be seen by people or have you done something that can't be seen by people?

  Then why stand on the boat, is it the river god?

  "Little Master Jiu, do you know the general meaning of this painting?" Zhao Si asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

  "The River God, but I don't understand why it's painted here. Looking at this jade room, I estimate that the tomb owner didn't want us to know about the existence of this painting." I expressed my thoughts from earlier, then stretched out my hand towards the person on the boat, only to feel like my hand was being sucked into something. Before I could make a sound, the jade stone wall suddenly swept across, and I was knocked out. Luckily, Zhao Si's quick reflexes allowed him to grab my wrist tightly, and both of us were swept inside together."

  I only felt a sharp pain all over my body, as if my bones were about to break. The moment I hit the ground, I clearly heard the "crack" of my leg bone. I lifted my hand and struggled to get up from the ground, relieved that my leg bone hadn't broken.

  Next to him, Zhao Si was lying on the ground, motionless and unconscious. I slowly crawled over, shaking Zhao Si's body with my hand, calling out: "Zhao Si, wake up quickly..."

  I guess Zhao Si will have a hard time waking up, probably because he was slapped out by that jade stone door and fell to the ground, accidentally hitting his head. Originally, Zhao Si could have been injured, I pulled up the clothes on his arm, and at that moment, the arm wrapped in cloth was full of bloodstains.

  I took off Zhao Si's backpack, pulled out the spare medicine and bandages, untied the tightly bound blood-soaked cloth on his hand, layer by layer, until I finally saw the bottom of it. It was a hole that wasn't too big or too small, slightly smaller than my thumb. This was a gunshot wound, but fortunately, the bleeding had already stopped.

  It seems that Zhao Si has been in a fierce fight with someone, otherwise, how could he have gotten hurt?

  Then who was the one who shot him? Was it Old Man Zhou and his people? Or was it Shou Bo and his men? But I quickly ruled out Shou Bo and his men, because it had already been almost a month since then. To be able to survive in such a dangerous place was already a miracle, let alone fight with others, that would be a myth.

  Although I don't wish anything bad on Qiu Bo and his team, this fact is indeed a bit hard to accept.

  Looking at the bullet hole on his arm, it's quite deep. It looks like a close-range gunshot wound? What exactly happened?

  Also, when I saw Zhao Si, all I saw was him holding a gun, nothing else. A normal person, even in a tomb, would at least have a backpack with necessities, but I guess Zhao Si's backpack might have been stolen.

  Just like me, he didn't have a backpack on him, nor did he have anything to eat or drink. I made up my mind secretly that from now on, no matter what happens, I must hold onto my backpack tightly, for the backpack is the driving force of my life.

  I took out a bag of compressed biscuits from my backpack, mixed them with water and swallowed them with difficulty. Then I poured some water and applied it to Zhao Si's dry lips.

  Forgot, in the Jade Room, we could clearly see every move of Qi Xie and others from outside. At this time, we were beaten into another place.

  At this time, I felt a bit tired, but still didn't want to sleep, so I got up, took the flashlight and looked at where my feet were standing. One look and I was startled.

  This is a bluestone-built altar, empty and bare. The large altar blocks the road ahead, tightly sealed. I picked up my flashlight and shone it over, only to discover that this was the deepest part of the cave. On the ground, there was still a thick layer of ash, as if something had been burned here before.

  Looking at the wooden board on the altar again, I immediately frowned, and there were obvious bullet marks on it.

  Looked at Zhao Si who was unconscious, is this the place where the bloody fight just happened? There are clearly bullet marks here, why is there such a big difference between the two walls? Moreover, the bullet marks look like they were left recently, and the bloodstains on top of them haven't even dried yet, maybe the person is still around?

  However, I soon negated this idea. If they were still around, we would have been discovered by now, it's already been over 20 minutes since we were ambushed here. The only explanation is that they've left.

  This is a sacrificial altar, an ancient place used for worship and sacrifice. The painting in the jade stone room also describes something related to sacrifice, it's not hard to imagine that the owner of this tomb was a superstitious person.

  As I pondered, I walked around the altar and stopped in front of the two passageways, one on the left and one on the right. Just as I was hesitating which way to go, I suddenly heard a voice coming from the left passageway. At first, it sounded like a faint "wooing" sound, but when we held our breath and listened carefully, we realized that it was a very weak cry for help.

  I thought I was hallucinating, but the next second, the passage came out with intermittent cries for help. The voice sounded very faint, as if life was hanging by a thread.

  I walked in a short distance and found that the flashlight was out of power, so I couldn't see the situation inside. So I shouted towards the inside: "Who's there?"

  There was no response, and the faint cry for help just now disappeared again.

  Many possible situations flashed through my mind, and at this moment, the hem of my pants suddenly sank, and a pair of hands grasped the pant legs.