"Okay!" everyone responded in unison.
I began to look around the hall. It was a circular hall with murals still painted on the four walls. In the very center of the hall was a small spring, about the size of a well, bubbling gently. There was nothing else around it.
"Where is this place? Why is it so empty?"
Compared to the places they had come from, the layout here was quite simple, with only murals and springs, and no other decorations.
"What's going on with this ghost mother? There isn't even a dragon statue here."
"Find an exit, maybe it's a dead end."
After searching around without finding an exit, the group began to curse loudly.
"Damn it, Shen Lanshang did it on purpose. She must have known we couldn't get out of here, so she deliberately drove us here."
Upon hearing this, the crowd erupted in curses and swears.
Jiang Fu calmed down immediately; he had underestimated Shen Lanshang.
Shen Lanshang was definitely the most formidable opponent he had ever encountered in his life, someone who was impossible to guard against.
He was furious, but a surge of arrogance rose within him, which calmed him down.
He got up and looked at the murals around him.
Since there are murals, we must be able to find information in them.
Shen Lanshang wouldn't do anything in vain; she must have had a reason for 'forcing' them into this passage.
He found the first mural and looked at them one by one, with Mingxiao following behind him, holding tightly to his sleeve.
Having seen too many dead people that day, her nerves were constantly on edge, and Jiang Fu's presence brought her some peace of mind.
What is this mural about?
Ming Xiao's expertise in archaeology was rather mediocre; he couldn't understand the profound meaning hidden in these simple drawings.
Jiang Fu thought for a moment and then said, "I can only share my understanding; let's all think of a solution together."
"Okay, Brother Jiang, go ahead, we're listening!"
Jiang Fu said, "The first mural depicts people praying for rain. Look at the figure in the painting, with his hands raised to the sky. The one in front of him, with strange movements and feathers stuck in his head, is probably a shaman. There is the shape of a dragon in the clouds. Although the dragon's image is not clear, it can be inferred that it must be a coiled dragon."
"Yes!" Everyone nodded.
Mingxiao stared at the simple, archaic characters, her heart churning with a turbulent energy. The concise yet powerful symbols seemed to come alive, transforming into real people from the Ghost Mother Divine Kingdom. Her vision blurred, and she took a step back, only then realizing she had been bewildered.
She heard Zhao Qixing add, "The second one is easy to understand. They got rain, and look, they're all dancing with joy."
"What's going on with the third painting? Why did the dragon fall from the sky?"
Someone shouted, and everyone rushed over to see what was happening. The lifelike dragons that had appeared in the first two murals had indeed fallen down.
The dragon is dead?
What's going on?
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, Jiang Fu's eyes filled with doubt.
In the fourth mural, two large mountains appear where the dragon landed.
Is this mountain Mount Zambula?
"Most likely! These two mountains are exactly the same as the real Zanbula Snow Mountain outside," someone said.
"Could this be about the history of the Demon Mother's Kingdom? Or how did the Demon Mother obtain her power?"
The group continued looking down, and the murals at the back were easy to understand.
The figures in the mural have tears in their eyes, the earth is parched, the sun is scorching, and countless people are dying from the drought.
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