After traveling through ancient times, she became a wild woman

Chapter 1722: Smash the mural
Ye Feng, who was sweating profusely and trembling all over, looked at Changsheng who woke him up, and trembled his lips: "What? Did you call me just now?"

He didn't hear it just now, not at all.

Chang Sheng, who was full of fear, grabbed Ye Feng's shoulders and turned pale with fright: "You just kept calling Arthur's name, and you didn't respond no matter how I called you."

Just now, Ye Feng was staring at the fourth painting, his face full of grief, and he kept calling Arthur's name. No matter how much he shook him or called him, Ye Feng didn't respond. He was really scared to death.

Fortunately, I finally woke him up, otherwise, what would he do if he didn't know what to do?
Is there another Ye Feng who doesn't remember him and the Qinglong tribe?

Ye Feng took a breath and subconsciously looked at the mural again when he was held down by Chang Sheng: "Don't look. Arthur and the others must have forgotten about us after seeing this painting. Let's smash this painting, right?"

They had seen so many things before and didn't feel anything was wrong, but when Ye Feng looked at the murals, he would fall into a scene where he almost couldn't wake up from shouting. So Arthur and the others must have forgotten about them after seeing the murals.

This mural is terrifying.

Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and frowned: "Don't smash it first, and then look for any other differences. I'm afraid that if the mural is smashed, Arthur still won't remember us coming, or Arthur If something else happens to them, what should we do then?"

He looked at Changsheng with a serious face: "I just saw that the female in the mural is Arthur."

Changsheng had already read all four murals, but he didn't appear to be immersed in them like Ye Feng did.

Now hearing what the patriarch said, he asked cautiously: "Are you saying that the feathers on Arthur's head have something to do with forgetting us?"

Ye Feng turned around with his back to the mural: "I'm not sure, let's look for it first."

It is possible, after all, there is only a feather on the head between the real Arthur and the Arthur in the mural.

I don't know if Arthur can remember them if she takes off her feathers.

Changsheng followed him, looking for something special again, and heard Ye Feng say: "I sank into the mural we looked at together, but you didn't. If it was really the reason for this mural, then when Arthur and the others looked at the mural, Arthur should be the only one who sinks in, why did Ah Ri and the others also forget about us?"

"Since they followed Arthur and forgot about us, it shouldn't have anything to do with the mural, it should be something else."

When he said this, Ye Feng also walked behind the mural. He looked at the carvings of dragons and birds on the back, and his fear was no longer so much.

"It's the dragon bird!" Ye Feng stood opposite the dragon bird picture, reaching out to stop Changsheng from following up. "You stand there first, and I'll see if there is any difference. You call me later."

To prevent the situation like sinking in and almost not being able to scream from happening again, you have to put someone here to watch, so that you can rest assured.

Changsheng looked worried: "Okay."

He actually wanted to see the Dragon Bird mural on Ye Feng's behalf, but he knew Ye Feng wouldn't agree, so he had to stand here and look out for him.

Ye Feng looked at the dragon bird mural.

The dragon bird on it was no different from the dragon bird he knew. It had a head, eyes, feathers, claws, everything, and the carvings were lifelike. You could tell at a glance that this was not a small dragon bird, nor a handsome dragon bird.

Such a vivid scale method is a bit like Arthur's. Only she has this ability to carve people or objects lifelike.

"Clan leader!" Changsheng's worried and probing voice came from behind.

Ye Feng, who was thinking of Arthur, turned around and smiled at Changsheng: "Changsheng, I remember you."

I have not forgotten you, I remember you, I am the leader of the Qinglong Tribe, and I am still here.Even so, Chang Sheng, who was completely exhausted, didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. As long as Night Breeze didn't leave the mural, he didn't dare to relax completely.

Ye Feng looked back at the dragon bird with sharp eyes and soaring wings. The corners of his mouth were raised. It really looked like what Arthur had carved. He remembered that Arthur had painted many paintings on the city wall of the Qinglong Tribe, which he said was a kind of history.

He saw Arthur's excited and slightly sad eyes and didn't ask what history meant, but he could probably guess what it meant.

The things they didn't want were left behind. If the Qinglong tribe didn't collapse and was settled by other tribesmen, it would be a testament to the glory of their area.

If the Qinglong Tribe collapses, and after a long period of migration, if it is dug out by other tribesmen one day, that should be the history of the Qinglong Tribe.

Arthur!

Night Breeze silently recited Arthur's name in her heart, warning herself not to forget Arthur. No matter where she forgets herself, she must not forget Arthur.

His fingers touched the dragon and bird mural, and the moss on it was a bit slippery. Ye Feng admired the mural with a smile in his eyes.

Ye Feng was about to take back his hand when he suddenly paused and quickly peeled off the moss at the corners, revealing the scales covered by the moss.

Looking at the recessed handwriting on this scale, Ye Feng's heart almost stopped and he exclaimed: "Immortality!"

Changsheng, who was always ready, heard Ye Feng's panicked voice and hurried to his side: "What's wrong?"

"What does this look like to you?" Ye Feng pointed out the writing in the corner of the mural to Changsheng, "What does it look like?"

Changsheng came to the corner of the mural and stared at the two concave handwritings. His heart almost stopped after he recognized them clearly: "Desolate!"

The words engraved on the corner of the mural: Desolate!
Ye Feng touched these two handwritings with his fingers, his thoughts were changing, and he couldn't stop for a long time: "This was carved by Xiao Se? But how is it possible? Arthur has only left us for three days, how could she carve such a large mural?"

This mural is ten meters long and two meters high. Except for the lack of facial features, every character in the four paintings is clearly carved.

Not to mention the huge dragon bird with its wings spread out behind it. The feathers on its body can really be seen clearly.

This feather alone would definitely not be carved out in just a few days.

Not to mention that the mountain that was carved out is very hard. It would be really difficult to carve such a huge painting on the stone with a big black knife.

Changsheng used a big black knife to remove all the moss next to the writing to see if there were any other writings, but they were all gone, only these two words.

These two words are the two words Xiao Se once taught them to write. They are unmistakable. If he can admit his mistakes, will the clan leader also admit his mistakes?
Changsheng looked confused: "This is difficult to understand, I don't understand."

He didn't understand where this huge mural came from, nor why Arthur's name was written on it.

"I don't understand either." The night wind suddenly turned to the front of the mural, came to the place where the words were dropped, and removed the moss, revealing the words buried in the corner, "Eternal life, there are more than two words here."

Chang Sheng ran to Ye Feng and looked at the fonts at the bottom of the mural with him.

bleak!

Below these two words, there are three lines of small words from top to bottom.

(End of this chapter)