Although she knew that she had to race against time now, Qianxuan didn't seem urgent, because she understood that only by maintaining a calm body and mind could she have the best state.
"This first mural should be the birth of the tomb owner..."
On the mural, a group of people were seen surrounding a newly born baby, and an old male man in a white cloak raised it high, and the crowd around him seemed to burst into thunderous cheers.
It is obvious that the identity of the tomb owner is obviously not ordinary, but if I want to form a Bing Ling, I must have a certain obsession in my heart. Where does this obsession originate? It seems that I have to find the answer in the mural below.
Qianxuan stayed in front of the first painting for a moment. When she realized that she could not find any other clues, she immediately went to the next mural.
The second mural obviously records the treatment of the tomb owner when he was a child. She was only seen standing tall on the city tower at this time, waving enthusiastically to the crowd underground.
But for some reason, that innocent smile had a feeling that made Qianxuan extremely uneasy. She always had a premonition that there seemed to be a major change behind her!
Just as Qian Xuan wanted to continue to explore the next mural, she suddenly saw a wonderful place.
She leaned closer and saw that it was a crowd among the crowd. She only saw her looking up high at the dazzling owner of the tomb on the platform, but her expression was not as joyful as ordinary people.
But what Qianxuan really noticed was her face. These two people had exactly the same face!
If such a situation occurs, Qianxuan will naturally be able to make his own guess about what will happen next.
Immediately, she stood before the third mural.
This was obviously a coronation ceremony. I saw a light array. The owner of the tomb kneeled on one knee. In front of her was an old man wearing a white robe. She smiled and put the crown firmly.
It was on her head. She also had a smile on her face and a sense of happiness on her face.
In the subsequent mural, a person suddenly rushed in when the ceremony was held. The man was not someone else, but the civilian who looked exactly as big as her. I saw that man facing the person on the platform
Pointing and pointing, the excitement on his face was fully portrayed by this mural!
What about the tomb owner on the platform? No, I can't tell who the tomb owner is now, but I looked very surprised. I covered my little mouth with my guidance from the audience, my face full of regret.
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Afterwards, the two seemed to have a bloodline determination, and there is no doubt that the person in the audience was beaten and expelled from the country because of his bloodline inconsistency.
In the next painting, the look she looked back at before the city gate, the desperate and puzzled look made Qian Xuan's heart tremble!
There is no doubt that the real owner of the tomb should be the one who was expelled from this country. The murals here cannot record the life of a civilian.
So not only are the identities of these two people exchanged, but their bloodlines also exchanged. Although I don’t know what the means were used, there is no doubt that the people from the civilian side succeeded!
Seeing this, Qianxuan's mood was naturally a little heavy. If the tomb owner suffered such a change and fell from the position of admiration of thousands of people to the trough, what would happen next?
Qian Xuan took a look at the mural that she had not seen before. She has only viewed less than one-third of it now, so the tomb owner's affairs must not end so soon!
The next few murals depict the miserable appearance of the tomb owner. She is now in a state of beauty and can only make a living by begging. She has lost her bloodline and seems to be much worried.
If there were beggars in the era, it proved that this era was not very rich. Now, after so many years of development, there were no beggars among mortals, let alone this is the world of monks.
In such an era when hunger was everywhere, if there was a beggar with good looks on the road, there was no need to say much about what kind of treatment she would have encountered.
The next few paintings tell the story of the dark life she lived after being imprisoned by a rich child. Qian Xuan was unwilling to take a look. Unexpectedly, the owner of the tomb suffered such abuse before his death. Qian Xuan was naturally in love with him.
Can't bear it.
After a few paintings, things seemed to have a turnaround. On a stormy night, the door of the woodshed was kicked open, and a man stood in front of the tomb owner and then slowly knelt down.
She seemed to be very scared. She was probably the one who came to save her. She was not happy at all. She only saw her curled up in the corner of the wall in horror, holding her head tightly with her hands.
The tomb owner should have practiced with this man. The man should have been from the original country. After learning the truth of the matter, he found the real successor.
But the strength of the heirs is obviously reduced to a large part of the fake heir, so they are not in a hurry to go back, because no one will believe it when they go back.
Experience, this is what Ji Dao and Qianxuan are doing now.
The murals that have been trained have no reference value. What does this trial task require them to do now should be among the last few murals!
The moment he saw the city wall, Qian Xuan understood that the tomb owner came back and took away everything that should belong to her after he finished learning.
In front of the formation, the two women were nervously confronting each other. They had the same faces, but one was wearing a coarse linen, and the other was wearing a white robe like the one that had brought the crown to the tomb owner before.
Which one is noble and which one is ordinary is already obvious.
But even so, in the subsequent murals, the fake tomb owner gradually became defeated. Even with that noble bloodline, she was not the opponent of the tomb owner who had endured endless hardships outside!
But just as the tomb owner was about to kill her, an incident happened again!
A black arrow shot out from the city and happened to pass through the tomb owner's chest. It was the original old man who gave the gift...
The tomb owner looked at him in disbelief, but she did not wait for his reply. She fell to the ground and never stood up again...
At this point, the story came to an abrupt end, and Qianxuan was eager to find the answers she was looking for, probably had some clues.
But at this moment, a gray vortex appeared from the last mural, and then sucked it in Qianxuan's face!