Chapter 967 A Dark Room (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)
"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."
The sound of dripping water from some unknown corner still lingers.
Ouyang Rong stood for a long time at the spot where the tomb mural abruptly ended in the hall.
He silently looked around.
Although these tomb paintings helped him understand some of the hidden reasons behind the burning of books and burying of scholars, they still left him with two questions.
First, where did that scholar in the dark green go after stealing the ship? Was he continuing his search for immortality? And why did the man in the tall hat and pointed face look so terrified?
For a seasoned sorcerer who deceives emperors under the guise of seeking immortality and elixirs, is seeking immortality and elixirs in the East Sea such a terrifying thing?
Could there be some inside story that only the tall-hatted, pointed-faced man and the missing, emerald-green scholar know?
Judging from their previous actions, they must have agreed to escape to this island together to avoid being captured by the First Emperor on the mainland of China? So the disappearance of the scholar in the green robe with his boat was completely beyond the expectations of the man in the tall hat and pointed face?
Secondly, what is the meaning of the eerie green sun in the last tomb painting?
It's uncomfortable to look at.
Could it be that the sun was dark green on the morning the man in the tall hat and pointed face discovered the disappearance of the scholar in the dark green?
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.
This is obviously nonsense.
Based on the brushwork techniques used in previous tomb paintings, it can be seen that the artists of these tomb paintings liked to use similar techniques to express certain special meanings.
For example, Ouyang Rong already knew that the red, purple, and green paint on the different types of people in the tomb paintings were not colors used to represent spiritual cultivation levels.
That eerie green sun lingered in Ouyang Rong's mind, making him feel somewhat uneasy.
He glanced back at the direction of the blood bronze gate.
Could it be that this blood-red bronze gate was only used to hide these tomb paintings?
"Little Rongzi! Look!"
As he pondered, a sudden shout of inspiration came from not far away.
Ouyang Rong turned his head instantly.
Miao Si was riding a white sturgeon, stopping at the end of the dark tomb wall behind the tomb painting.
She seemed to have discovered something, and anxiously pointed to the dark tomb wall in front of her.
Ouyang Rong rushed over without asking any questions.
Meanwhile, the torches that had been placed throughout the circular hall when he first entered had mostly burned out, their light dimming considerably. More and more shadowy corners remained unlit, creating a gloomy and desolate atmosphere.
As Ouyang Rong approached, he discovered that the section of tomb wall that Miao Si was pointing to was one of them. The torchlight did not reach this area, so the wall was pitch black and easily overlooked.
But Ouyang Rong remembered that when he had circled the hall with a torch, there was nothing superfluous here. Could it be that there was a mechanism on the wall that Miao Si discovered?
Ouyang Rong came down to where Miao Si and Bai Shu were, and carefully examined the wall.
It was still pitch black, and there was nothing unusual in sight.
He lowered his voice and asked instinctively:
What are you talking about?
Miao Si was so anxious she almost stomped her foot, pointing at the dark wall and saying, "Look, look, light! The light from the big silly fish is shining."
Ouyang Rong glanced at it in confusion for a moment, then straightened his back with a chill down his spine.
My hair stood on end.
He suddenly realized that the wall was still completely black!
The white sturgeon overhead was clearly casting its fluorescent light onto the wall, but it couldn't clearly illuminate what was on the wall.
At first glance, he thought the wall was painted with black paint or was dirty and pitch black.
But at this moment, like Miaosi, he saw from a close distance that the wall was an “incomparably calm” darkness.
All the light, including the fluorescent glow of the white sturgeon and the torches in the hall, fell on the wall and was completely swallowed up by this calm darkness, without any reflection.
In the dimly lit hall, the more Ouyang Rong examined the wall, the more eerie it seemed.
I felt a little uncomfortable all over.
In other words, this pitch-black tomb wall is like a black hole, capable of swallowing up all incoming light.
This is not an ordinary wall, or rather, it is not a "black wall" at all.
Sensing something amiss, Ouyang Rong suddenly reached out to the side.
The Peach Blossom Spring painting, which had been suspended at the top of the hall, flew in with a "whoosh" and unfurled in mid-air.
Ouyang Rong reached into the painting, found a leftover unused torch, lit it, and brought it close to the "pitch-black tomb wall".
The tomb walls remained dark and gloomy.
The scorching firelight fell on it, making it look as if it had been completely devoured.
It is a pure black, without the slightest ripple, yet it is terrifying to contemplate.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, and with the torch in his hand, he continued to look at the "pitch-black tomb walls".
Miao Si seemed to sense what he was about to do, and immediately hid behind his shoulder, shrinking her head.
However, the little ink spirit still peeked out a little, watching Ouyang Rong's bold move intently.
crackling sound—
The torch, burning brightly with tung oil, drew near the wall.
The bright yellow flame maintained its shape, indicating that there was no air leakage.
The torch gradually drew closer to the wall.
A moment later, the two came into contact.
In that instant, not a single sound was made; the air remained silent, yet…
Half a torch disappeared into the tomb wall!
Behind this dark tomb wall is emptiness.
Or rather, it wasn't a physical tomb wall at all, but a pitch-black curtain that blocked out all the light from the outside, achieving a kind of visual invisibility.
At this moment, the torch in Ouyang Rong's hand was completely "submerged" in the dark tomb wall, and he gripped the handle below.
The torches and flames that entered the area completely disappeared, leaving no light at all.
This scene, as seen by Ouyang Rong and Miao Si, was like a torch possessing the ability to pass through walls.
Miao Si first looked at Ouyang Rong with a puzzled expression.
The latter seemed to sense her doubt and shook his head, saying;
"It wasn't me. I didn't use the [Emperor Wen's] supernatural powers. It's the problem with this tomb wall. Although it's black, it's not a wall at all. There's a space inside, or rather... a dark room."
Miao Si tilted her head and encouraged him, "Xiao Rongzi, why don't you put your hand in and take a look?"
Ouyang Rong turned his head and gave her a stern look.
His eyes seemed to say, "You don't want me to be okay at all. If there's any danger, let me go first."
The latter also felt a little embarrassed, but she was used to letting someone suffer a loss, so she stuck out her tongue:
"Hehe, just a suggestion, a suggestion."
Ouyang Rong calmly turned around, waited for a moment, and then pulled the torch back from his hand.
The torches were unharmed, and the flames continued to burn.
He lowered his eyes and examined it for a few moments, then, using the torchlight, continued to illuminate the "dark barrier" in front of him.
The extent of the space behind this dark barrier remains unknown.
Behind them, Miao Si's bright eyes darted around. She jumped off the back of the white sturgeon and landed on Ouyang Rong's shoulder.
Then, she turned her head, stretched out her little hand, pointed at the fish that were spinning around in the air, and made a gentle suggestion:
"Little Rongzi, why don't we let Big Silly Fish go in? This fairy thinks it's quite brave, so it'll surely do it without hesitation, don't you think, Big Silly Fish?"
Chinese paddlefish: ...
The little guy was still circling around Ouyang Rong and Miao Si, looking completely bewildered and not understanding anything.
Ouyang Rong did not speak immediately, his eyes fixed on the dark tomb wall in front of him.
Miao Si was scratching his head, just about to speak, when the taciturn young man, who had been silent all along, suddenly pointed to the "pitch-black tomb wall" and said:
"Listen, the sound of dripping water is coming from inside."
(End of this chapter)
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