The style of the mural is completely different from that in Yang Daguang's ancestral tomb. As Er Shu said, the things in that ancestral tomb came from two ancient tombs of different dynasties, but they are all related to the Luoyun Kingdom of the West Sea, that is, the ancient South China Sea. Most of the murals here are in the southern style of the Han Dynasty, with many symbols of animal horns and simple lines. Because they are older, they are oxidized very hard. Almost only some reds can be seen, and the others have turned gray.

I don’t know how long the mud in the burial pit has been settled here, and a layer of scab has formed on the surface. It seems that it is not because we destroyed the structure. A large part of the tomb chamber here has been immersed in the mud for a long time.

If it weren't for the scab of this layer of mud, the oxidation of the mural would be even worse because the steam was sealed under the scab. Even so, the pupils of the eyes on the mural had faded, and the eyes all over the wall were gray, looking like dead people.

Previous experience made me alert. The burial pit is actually a way to declare my own property. The murals of the burial pit must be related to this topic, praising the wealth of the tomb owner, but it makes no sense to draw eyes. The fat man just said that the things on the wall would look at me. My cold fireworks crossed the wall. Apart from these eyes, I didn't see anything else looking at me. I couldn't help but wonder.

I felt quite uncomfortable when I was stared at by the eyes all over the wall.

I couldn't help but touch my back, and I was still scared. Although there was a lot of exchanges and integration with the Han culture at that time, many Xu people on the beach still believed in ghost art. These Xu people were also called yachts, Baishuiren, Baishuilang, Baishuipo, Gengdingzi, Lu Tingzi, Boshui, etc. Most of them retained some water god cultures from the tribal period. They lived on water, and their myths and beliefs were different from Han culture, but there were no documentary records, so there was no evidence to be found. Many of the strange legends were varied and incredible. I had no clue what the "Thunder God" was just now. But I didn't kill that thing, it must be in the mud.

I called Fatty twice again, but there was no response. I decided to go to the edge of the burial pit first, but if I jumped back into the mud, it would be very troublesome once I was trapped.

I didn't find any other way to take pictures before and after, so I could only walk on those figures one by one. Under the cold fireworks, these "thunderbolt figurines" seemed like statues, but they knew what they were. Although I had one of my legs, I almost didn't dare to move around. After thinking for a long time, I found myself trapped.

Taking a deep breath, I took out my phone. We had an agreement before that if we encounter difficulties, we could use the Bluetooth of the phone to view the other party's location.

I turned on the Bluetooth of my phone, searched for it, and found the name of the Bluetooth of the mobile phone, but I didn't see the fat man. I breathed a sigh of relief, the Bluetooth was not far from me. I immediately raised my phone, took a photo at myself, took the entire funeral pit, and sent it over.

A few minutes later, a photo came over. I saw him and Liu Sang in the same tomb passage. Liu Sang made a "yeah" gesture behind him. The light in the photo came from the flash of the mobile phone, and the exposure was uneven, indicating that they did not use other lighting.

In their photos, I found that the murals of the tomb passage they were in were full of eyes, but those eyes were closed.
Chapter completed!