The murals of the entire burial pit became brighter, their eyes turned red, and various colors in other places became extremely gorgeous. If it weren't for the peeling on it, I would have thought the murals were painted within decades. I silently raised my phone and took a photo and sent it. After a while, a picture was sent, which was a text file with the words in it. It was clearly what Liu Sang entered: "The idol said, stay tuned, don't move, there are things hidden in the murals, and you'll almost put out the cold fireworks!"

I squinted my eyes and looked at the murals on the walls and found that there were many above my head. I lifted the torch up. As soon as the flames approached these murals, I saw that the eyes on the murals began to turn black from red. I originally thought it was something like moths, but nothing flew away. Instead, I saw it more clearly. This was indeed a mural, but something was oozing out behind the murals of these eyes.

I inserted the torch into the mud and wiped it out, and all around it became dark.

I turned the light on my phone to the darkest, and wanted to reply and ask them: "What is in the mural?" Suddenly a drop of things dripped from the top of my head and dripped onto my phone screen.

I smelled it and felt a foul smell. I looked up and looked up with my mobile phone screen. I saw that the eyes of a mural above my head had bulged out, the surface was cracking, and the smelly liquid was dripping.

When the light from the mobile phone shone over, I saw that there seemed to be some space behind the cracked gap of the mural. I knocked the mural with a knife a few times, and the mural fell off and revealed a big hole.

Is the back of the mural empty? I thought to myself.

The light of the phone was very weak and could not be shined too deep in the hole. While pointing at the hole with a knife, I was afraid that something would suddenly rush out, I approached the phone and pressed the flash. There was nothing in the hole, but I could see that there were many fork holes in the hole. There was actually another world in the wall.

I stood up carefully, held the mural above with one hand to stabilize my body, and reached into the hole with the other hand to shoot the fork holes.

I took six or seven photos but didn't take anything. The holes were very deep and I don't know where to go.

I took a deep breath, turned on the voice photo mode, and then used a knife to jammed my phone to a fork hole in the deepest part of the hole, and shouted: "Take a photo!"

The flashing spot flashed, and I heard a scream in an instant, and then something caught my hand.

I was almost scared and tried hard to break free while screaming. Then I heard someone cursing: "Who the hell flick me?"

The voice was very familiar, it turned out to be fat. I listened carefully and it was him.

I was furious: "Why the hell are you in the wall?" He shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, Lalalalalalalala-I-"

I continued, "I am a little expert in newspaper sales." As I said that, I pulled him out hard.

A face came out from the depths of the hole, and it was indeed a fat man. His face was covered in smelly water, and he said weakly: "Fuck me, it's not that hard for me to come out of my mother's womb!"

I grabbed the fat man's hand, pulled him hard, and pulled him out of the mud. He fell into the mud, and I pulled him to my position. The fat man hugged the "Thunder King figurine" himself, looked at the Thunder King's head, cursed, pulled out my knife and kept smashing it with the handle until the statue's head was smashed.

I saw that the statue was indeed made of ceramic and it was empty inside. The fat man took my phone and took a photo inside, and breathed a sigh of relief: "This is empty."

I asked him what was wrong. He looked around and panted and cursed: "Damn it, this entire underground mountain range is hollowed out, and the rocks are full of holes. When they opened the tomb passage and built tombs and painted murals here, they sealed the holes with lime, and then marked all the holes with eyes. So there are holes behind the eyes and everywhere. This is a tofu project. But we can't turn on the light. There are things in these holes, and they gather as soon as we see the light."

"How do you know?" I asked.

The fat man spit out a few bad breaths and said: "This is completely a personality advantage. Fatty, I don't like others staring at me lustfully. As soon as I saw the eyes on the mural, I poked it blindly. I didn't expect to poke a hole. I thought it was a hole, so I crawled in and took a look."

The fat man said that these holes were a special geological feature of the beach. These were all eroded by water and buried under the mudflats. When he climbed in, he found that there were crabs inside, so he wanted to take a photo to show me. As a result, when the flash flashed, he took a strange thing.

I asked him what it was, and he shook his head and said that he had thrown his phone inside, so he couldn't describe it. As he said that, he paused, and we all heard the sound of the slapping oil bottle, which was already very close to us.

I took a photo of the fat man and wanted to report safety. After taking the photo, I found that the background of the photo under the flash flashed out of the dark area before. In that corner, something was hanging upside down from the hole in another eye at the mural above my head.

Very blurry and can't see clearly.
Chapter completed!