Soon, a large section of the mural, about the size of a face, was peeled off. Behind the mural, half of a carriage painted with colorful pigments appeared. The carriage was obviously floating on clouds. Several women in Mongolian attire served on either side of the carriage, while the owner of the carriage was a fat man whose clothing was quite strange.
"I've never seen it before," Wu Xie whispered, suddenly becoming nervous.
This is a narrative mural.
Clearly, someone first painted a narrative mural, but for some reason, it was hastily replaced with another one. And time was probably very tight at the time, so the mural on the outside was not even completed in the final stages.
“It’s related to the Heavenly Palace!” Chen Pi Asi looked at the entire mural, then at the surrounding environment, and said in a deep voice, “Clear the whole wall and see what the mural is about.”
Wu Xie, Fatty, Pan Zi, Monk Hua, Lang Feng, and Ye Cheng got to work, using their fingernails to meticulously peel away the murals from the stone wall.
Cao Ya glanced at it but didn't make a move.
If they're interested in the mural, then let them handle it themselves.
Besides, he's not a nanny.
I bent down to eat the canned food; it was steaming hot and tasted delicious.
The others looked back and saw that Cao Ya had heated up the canned food again and was speechless. Didn't you eat enough earlier?
We don't know how long we'll be staying in this snowy mountain, brother, so be careful!
They originally wanted to advise Cao Ya to conserve the canned food, in case he stayed for ten days or half a month and didn't leave, and finished the canned food in advance, wouldn't he starve to death?
But then I thought, with Cao Ya's skills, even if there really was no food, he could definitely go out and get something to bring back.
Anyway, we won't starve to death.
They abandoned the idea of admonishing Cao Ya, but there was another thought in their hearts that they were too embarrassed to say: what if Cao Ya didn't listen to their advice and just ignored them? Wouldn't that be extremely awkward?
If Cao Ya resorts to violence, they probably won't have any chance to struggle and will be going to meet their maker on the spot.
I turned my gaze back to the mural.
Large patches of the mural peeled away, and soon a vibrant and magnificent painting gradually unfolded before everyone's eyes.
The only sound was Cao Ya eating. The lantern was moved to one side of the rock face to enhance the lighting. The dim light shone on the rocks, giving them an ancient and mysterious feel.
The mural is painted in very vibrant colors, using a large amount of blood-red. Under the flickering light, it shimmers with a glassy luster, as if the entire rock is oozing blood.
"It's incredible that the murals hidden under another layer of paint are so well preserved!" Wu Xie exclaimed.
Cao Ya shook his head. What's so special about this? In those high-level worlds, let alone a mural, a living person can be preserved for thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of years!
Compared to those, this is nothing.
Of course, the world is different, and many things cannot be generalized.
"What is this mural about?" the fat man asked curiously, looking a little bewildered.
The mural is divided into two parts, each depicting different events. However, when put together, they appear to be a complete and beautiful whole.
Wu Xie shook his head and said, "I know very little about the Eastern Xia Kingdom, so I don't know."
The others were clearly not experts either, and remained silent.
Only Monk Hua's eyes lit up, and he said in a slightly high-spirited tone, "This should be a scene of the war between Emperor Wannu of Dongxia and the Mongols. Look at this person, he should be King Wannu himself. This is very likely the war that led to the destruction of Dongxia in legend."
He paced back and forth, marveling at the patterns on the mural, pointing to one side of the painting where a large number of soldiers clad in armadillos and armor stood, and said:
"This is the army of King Wannu."
He then pointed to the cavalry on the other side and said:
"This is the Mongol army. Look, their numbers far exceed those of the Eastern Xia army. This is an overwhelming war."
The mural depicts a scene of arrows and stones flying everywhere.
The fat man looked around and suddenly felt something was strange. He asked, "Why do all the soldiers in the Eastern Xia army look like women?"
Others who saw this also found it strange. Did the Dongxia people rely on women to fight? If so, it would be an injustice if the country didn't perish.
Hua the monk said, “No, this is a characteristic of the murals of Dongxia. You see, all the people are very handsome. I have also found some strange phenomena in historical records. It seems that everyone who has dealt with Dongxia said that they do not see old people in Dongxia. Everyone is very young. Koreans say that the people of Dongxia even maintain their youthful appearance when they die.”
Everyone frowned, seemingly unable to understand why this was the case. They could only attribute it to the special customs and habits of ethnic minorities. In some ethnic groups, the elderly are not allowed to receive guests.
"Damn it, if this technique were around today, wouldn't we be able to rake in money from young women and wives at will? Why would we need to do tomb raiding? Wouldn't it be better to just stay home and count our money every day?" The fat man was envious, both jealous and resentful.
Unlike others, he raided tombs solely for money.
If there were another way to make money while lying down, he'd be out of his mind to rob tombs.
Wu Xie laughed heartily; he was still unaware of his identity and mission.
Silent Bottle, Wu Sansheng, and Chen Pi Asi—they raid tombs, sometimes for money, but mainly for some unspeakable purpose.
The same applies to Aning's team, which we saw earlier.
Perhaps the men like Hua Heshang, Lang Feng, and Ye Cheng were tomb raiders for money, but bosses like Chen Pi Asi often had their own purposes for going down into the tombs.
Therefore, I am not afraid of death.
The same applies to Wu Sansheng.
No one took it seriously. Everyone coveted this technology, but there was no use in being envious. The Eastern Xia Kingdom had been destroyed hundreds of years ago, and this technology must have been lost.
The crowd continued watching.
After finishing his canned meat, Cao Ya stood up and went to look at the murals as well.
Hearing the fat man's lament, he chuckled to himself, thinking that every skill comes at a price.
Practicing martial arts also requires years of arduous training.
His ascetic practices were completed by his counterparts in other worlds.
Monk Hua pointed to the second part of the mural and said, "This part records the battle. You see, the Dongxia people fought against three men, but they were still shot to death by the Mongols one after another. This war eventually turned into a massacre."
"It would be abnormal if it wasn't one-sided. Back then, the Mongols conquered all of Eurasia. How could the Dongxia people, who were confined to a corner of the world, possibly be a match for the Mongols?" the fat man said, pursing his lips.
Indeed, the Mongols of the 12th century were incredibly powerful in battle.
The mural uses a lot of red to depict the brutality of the war, creating a strong sense of immersion. It's as if everyone can see the Eastern Xia soldiers falling in pools of blood, and the Mongol cavalry trampling over their corpses, burning houses and slaughtering men.
The third part of the mural is trapped behind a huge stone and cannot be moved; it is only estimated that it is a continuation of the content there.
Cao Ya had no intention of helping to move the boulder.
He wasn't particularly interested in the mural, and he wasn't a nanny who needed help with everything.
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