The pensive Arhat stared at me with his big eyes, which made me jump with fear.
I was quite frightened, and the hernia lamp suddenly slipped from my hand and rolled on the ground several times. The white beam of light also swept along the walls of the corridor as the hernia lamp rolled.
This accident made all the painted portraits on the glazed walls within ten meters in front of me appear in front of me one by one.
Because I haven't walked to the previous places, I don't know whether it's because of the angle of the lighting or because the painting on it was originally like that. Anyway, it was a dynamic picture that I couldn't accept.
After the light of the xenon lamp swept across the mural on the glazed wall, the light reflected from the glazed tiles began to slowly drain away, and darkness gradually grew on it. The scene I saw could actually be called an illusion.
Those pictures seem to depict the civilization of the mythical era or the post-mythological era. The first painting seems to depict that after a powerful disaster, people soaked the injured or dead patriarch in a dark red
In the liquid. Immediately afterwards, people picked up the patriarch from the red liquid, and then
Finally, an oval-shaped object was used to perform a treatment-like operation on his body. Because it happened in a flash, I couldn’t see it very clearly. I can only give a rough idea. The third painting is the body repair of the patriarch.
It was completed, but his consciousness was far away, and people used sacrifices to summon his consciousness back.
It feels like there should be other murals behind it, but the hernia lamp rolled down here and stopped, so there is no way to know the content of the murals behind it.
I hurriedly ran up, picked up the hernia lamp, and then threw it to the ground again, trying to let the rolling light of the hernia lamp illuminate the mural hidden in the glass wall again.
But I tried many times and all ended in failure.
The appearance of these murals is really rare.
I picked up the hernia lamp again, adjusted the light to the brightest, and then illuminated it on the glazed wall. What shocked me was that in just half a minute after the hernia lamp fell to the ground, there was nothing on the wall.
Inside, a painted portrait of the Buddha exactly the same as before appeared.
The portrait of Buddha on the wall still had its eyes wide open, and its gaze fell on me, making me feel uncomfortable as if I was being pricked by needles.
This glazed square tile must be made of some special material, so it can hide the portraits originally painted on it. The appearance of these portraits should be through light induction, so the light from the xenon lamp shines from different angles.
In the past, a different picture would appear.
Thinking of this, I immediately turned off the hernia lamp with a "pop" sound.
If light is really one of the mechanisms set up in this corridor, wouldn't it be simple? I just need to turn off the light source.
Although I thought so in my mind and did what I did, I was still a little scared to be in complete darkness, especially when there were waves of dark wind blowing behind me. There seemed to be a slight noise in the wind.
It makes people's hair stand on end involuntarily.
I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but after the hernia lamp was turned off, I suddenly felt like there were countless pairs of eyes staring at me around me. Even while I was breathing, I could feel the owners of those eyes spitting out a little breath.
With a warm breath.
Oops, I can't stand it anymore.
Rather than having wild thoughts in the dark, it is better to turn on the xenon lamp and openly accept the attention of the painted portraits on the glazed square tiles.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but touch the switch of the hernia lamp with my finger.
Hey!
I wondered for a moment, could it be that I didn’t touch it correctly? Why didn’t the hernia lamp turn on even after touching it several times?
In fact, I had a premonition at this moment that the hernia lamp was probably broken, or it was not broken at all, but there was no way to turn it on again. However, I did not give up and still touched it almost to the touch.
I made a face, and then knocked and beat it several times, and finally gave up completely.
Now it turns out that he was smart but was misled by his cleverness.
Without the hernia lamp, the road below me would not be that easy to walk.
In the darkness, just imagination can break my psychological defenses.
Instantly, my back broke out in hot sweat.
The house leaked and it rained all night!
I was barely given time to breathe. One second I just discovered that the hernia lamp was broken, and the next, I heard a low roar coming from the depths of the corridor.
The sound was like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in the throat, but it couldn't be spit out, so the vibration frequency of the vocal cords was reduced under the weight of the mouthful of thick phlegm, so it sounded a bit like a long-haired
The sound of a golden retriever who has just taken a bath and is shaking off the water droplets on his body, but this sound is very rough and not as clean as a golden retriever's hair.
However, I can tell that the sound is by no means an unconscious sound made by some kind of creature, but rather like a conscious language, although I currently cannot distinguish between the low roars.
What kind of difference, but I can feel that there is a difference between those sounds.
The roar didn't seem to come from anger. On the contrary, it was a solemn, serious, and sacred sound, as if it was summoning something.
Are there really any intelligent creatures in the depths of Poyang Lake?
I immediately thought of the fish-faced man, and then I thought of the legend that Lao Miao Zhu told us that night. Is the legend true?
In the depths of Poyang Lake, there lives the Yufu tribe. They build cities at the bottom of the lake and live secretly in a space that is isolated from humans.
If this is really the case, then shouldn't I set foot here and destroy the life of another species similar to humans on the earth?
Having said that, my strong curiosity still drove me to move forward, even though I was extremely scared.
At present, the entire corridor is in a state of complete darkness, but the glazed tiles on the stone walls of the corridor are covered with, and for some reason, a little bit of light is reflected vaguely. It feels like being born in the vast starry sky.
Like that.
I couldn't see anything two meters away, and the low roar kept lingering in my ears. I was really scared, so I walked very slowly.
At this time, my head was suddenly hit hard by something in front of me. Because I was not mentally prepared, I took several steps back.
The hardness of that thing was very high, and I was a little dizzy after being hit, but it only hit my head, and no other parts of my body were injured.
Because the corridor was too dark, the few steps I took back made it impossible for me to see clearly what kind of thing I bumped into.
At the same time as it hit a hard object, the low roar that had been lingering in my ears suddenly stopped, which made me have to suspect that the sound just now was probably made by this thing.
After making this judgment, I took out the short saber from the backpack behind me, unsheathed the sharp blade, and held the handle in my hand, ready for battle.
But the strange thing is that after the thing hit me, it went silent and made no other movements.
I'm in the dark, so I can't follow that thing until it can defeat me. Anyway, I'll suffer a loss every time, so it's better to take the initiative in my own hands.
Thinking of this, I held the short saber and slowly moved forward.
After walking about seven or eight steps, an upside-down skull was swinging in the air. The frequency of the swing at this moment was exactly towards me.
The bones with their flesh and blood gone looked unusually ferocious in the darkness.
Her white teeth were neatly arranged, as if she were grinning at me, and her hollow eyes were filled with darkness, just looking at me.
I was hit squarely again.
However, the fear at this time has outweighed the pain.
I yelled, then rolled forward and crawled forward, but my feet slipped, my whole body fell forward, and then rolled down.