The man's features are clean and neat, and there is a ferocious scar on his cheek. He looks like a social big brother on the beach in Hawaii who will attack people if he disagrees with him.
However, such a person has a pair of round, almond-shaped eyes, and even when he stares, he exudes a strange sense of innocence and kindness.
Wan Yanbao jumped repeatedly between fear and wanting to laugh, and finally could only hide behind Yun Tuan while holding his schoolbag.
Yun Tuan originally had many things to ask, but the time and occasion were wrong, not to mention there were outsiders.
"Is this your brother?"
"Well, does it look similar to me?" Yun Tuan smiled, and in a moment of thought, he replaced the poisonous mushrooms in his hands with three small glowing mushrooms, illuminating the small world in front of him.
In order to ensure that it can shine, the cloud dug up the handful of soil where the mushroom grew.
"Hey, who looks like you!" Wanyan kept the "revenge of exploring the road" in mind and decided to ignore the person for thirty seconds, but he looked at the little mushroom that looked like a jellyfish and was a little curious.
He silently counted thirty in his mind and asked softly, "What kind of mushroom is this?"
"Mycena chlorophos, the oldest known luminous fungus - it's still a little dark, it would be nice if I had a flashlight." The cloud brought the fluorescent mushroom close to the wall of the underground passage, and sure enough, some traces of murals were found.
.
But the color has faded to the point where it is almost invisible.
The man who had been silent all this time suddenly stood up, walked to the clouds, and observed with the help of weak fluorescence.
The narrative of the mural is incomplete. It is roughly a group of snakes with monster heads entangled under the statue of the god. The people who have guarded the town for generations will carry out related sacrificial activities at regular intervals.
The sacrificial object seems to be...
A few strokes, seems to be a cow with a human head?
"This is too abstract." Yun Tuan muttered.
Suddenly there was a deafening scream from the ground!
"What! Ah!!!——"
"Hurry and get into the sand!!"
The sound of gravel rubbing in the wind, heavy objects hitting the ground, and rocks flying into the air were caught by the wind and then hit the ground hard.
Yun Tuan frowned.
She held up the small fluorescent mushroom and walked deeper. The deeper she went, the less clear the mural became, as if she had stopped writing before it was finished.
"The second storm you just mentioned was a sandstorm? Has it happened before?" Yun Tuan asked as he walked.
The man just stared at the mural.
The head of the dormitory opened his mouth to explain: "The messenger of God is sleeping in the wind and sand. The explorers who underestimated their capabilities alarmed the messenger and started killing each other. This is what the person you sent away said. I don't know anything else."<
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"That's it." Yun Tuan nodded, but the strange feeling in his heart has not disappeared. This passage is not airtight. If something comes out of the rock, it will naturally be able to get into the passage through the cracks.
Why, not now?
Is it an illusion?
Amanita muscaria is not extremely poisonous. It is hallucinogenic when consumed in small amounts. It can be fatal if consumed in large amounts without seeking medical attention for a long time.
She only had a little contact, so she shouldn't have hallucinations.
"My name is Yun Tuan, what do you call me?" Yun Tuan turned his gaze to the silent man.
"Snow is dark, skiing snow is dark." The man said, still staring at the wall, persistently trying to make a hole in it.
What a strange name...
But hers is just as strange. Anyone who sees it will first think that it is a fake name.
The old dean always said that it was easy to make a living by being famous, but she felt that he was just too lazy to think of names and just named whatever he saw.
……
Ground.
The blond man threw the empty slate aside casually. He watched the eyesore wolfing down the mushrooms and smiled slightly.
Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. He just saved a pair of siblings, and he already built a fourteen-level pagoda.