Mrs. Du blew up again

Chapter 131: Ghost Hitting the Wall (2)
I stared at the dim picture on the wall with my stomach full of doubts and lost my mind for a moment. I stretched out my hand and twisted my arm hard. The tingling sensation immediately woke me up. This is not a dream, real pain, real pain. touch!
Since it is not a dream, there is nothing to fantasize about. I squatted down and picked up the tenon. It had returned to the cold. I dare not wear it around my neck. I put it in my pocket and prepared to move on. The only thing I can do now is The only thing I want to do is to keep going, maybe they didn’t notice that I stopped and walked away, if that’s the case, they will definitely come back to find me when they find that I’m missing.

Walking alone in the dark underground passage, there are wind sounds like Devil May Cry flying past my ears from time to time. The horrible and desolate feeling is really unbearable for ordinary people. I think I have been sharpened. He has a certain ability to bear, but his legs and feet still feel weak every time he takes a step.

I just walked numbly, and I don’t know how long I walked. This passage is really like a bottomless pit. No matter how I walked, it was still dark and lifeless. I was a little discouraged and very angry. The three of us came together , They didn't pay attention to whether I followed me when they left, and they haven't come back to look for me until now. Could it be that this is my burial place?
I was already a little desperate, my legs were tired and aching, but fortunately I squatted in the corner to rest for a while, and waited for them where I was, to see if there would be a miracle.

The restlessness and loneliness were more serious when I stopped, so that I held a flashlight and kept scanning the surrounding environment to feel more at ease. After walking alone for so long, I dare not look at the murals on the wall. I always feel that there are pairs of eyes Staring at me all the time, my whole body felt cold. This kind of high-level challenge really made me want to cry.

The light of the flashlight accidentally swept across those murals. When I saw the two fish again, I was shocked and even horrified. I can't describe the extremely complicated changes in my heart at this moment. Come to the head, how come?I've been walking for almost an hour, why did I meet these two damn fish again?

Could this mural be repeated?The same picture will appear every other distance?

Out of curiosity, I went to the wall and began to look at the two fish carefully. They were almost identical. This mural was at least 2000 years old. How could people in ancient times be so good at painting?
With a stomach full of doubts, after calming down, I decided to continue walking forward. No matter whether I could meet Yun Muchen and Yang Saonian, waiting where I was was definitely not an option. And some food that won't starve me to death right away.

I ate a few mouthfuls of compressed biscuits and drank a few mouthfuls of water. I was in no mood to care about whether I was hungry because I was frightened. I took a few mouthfuls just to replenish enough energy. After a short rest, I started to continue walking. This road I really want to scold my mother for leaving, these ancient people don't know what they think, it is really perseverance to dig such a deep tunnel underground with such a large amount of manpower and material resources.

This time I began to pay attention to the murals on the wall, and I started counting on time. I counted and saw the pair of fish appearing almost every 15 minutes, and the other murals were exactly the same, so I saw three repeated murals in a row I started to realize that something was wrong. If there are repeated murals every other distance, there are only two possibilities. One is that the murals have a very important meaning, so the person who ordered people to dig the tunnel hired a very powerful painter to repeat the painting in the tunnel. Same mural.

The second possibility is that I have encountered a ghost hitting the wall, that is to say, I have been spinning around in the same place and have never gone out!

I carefully looked at these ancient murals on the wall. It is obvious that the similarity is too high, including the degree of degradation of the color. They are exactly the same. The traces of time cannot deceive people. I can be sure that I should have encountered the second type. Possibly—the ghost hit the wall!

(End of this chapter)