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Chapter 136 Gobi Fire Jade 8

"Salted duck eggs..."

Wen Shiyi immediately laughed.

Mr. Xiaobai said strangely; "What are you laughing at? Isn't that salted duck egg?"

Wan Teng Lin Muxin said of course not, although the second son of his family does not look very rich, but it is definitely not a salted duck egg, maybe it is gold and jade!

Wen Shiyi smiled and said, "Otherwise... I'll sprinkle some salt in your porridge, and it will taste better."

The porridge is white rice porridge, sprinkled with some salt, and has no ingredients in it. How do you drink it?Do you drink it as salt water?

Mr. Xiaobai smacked his lips and said: "If you don't give it to you, you won't give it to you. Forget it."

After eating the rice made by Luo Shen, everyone gained a little bit of physical strength, especially Wan Teng Lin Mu, who felt refreshed after his spiritual power returned, regained his previous vitality, and had confidence in his speech.

Wan Teng Linmu had enough to eat and drink, stood up, dusted off the dirt on his body, shined a flashlight on the murals, and said, "This place is a big project, so many murals, what are they all about?"

The murals are continuous one after another, some are pure sacrificial murals, and some are narrative murals.

Everyone put their luggage on their backs and walked along the tomb passage.

"Look!" Wan Qilin suddenly pointed to a mural and said, "Look at this, the golden mask!"

Golden mask!

Isn't that unique?

Wudu is actually on this mural?

Luo Shen squinted his eyes, no matter where he went, it was all related to Wuer, he said coldly: "It seems that the ghost is really lingering."

Mr. Xiaobai looked over, said "Huh", and said, "Isn't this Wudu?"

Everyone's eyes "shua!" All gathered on Mr. Xiaobai, staring at him closely.

Mr. Xiaobai didn't notice the gazes of the crowd, and said, "It really looks like this, and this mask is too much alike. Wu Er, the magic stick, likes to wear such a golden mask like playing tricks."

In order to seek immortality, Mr. Xiaobai cooperated with Wuer. At first, Wanqi Linmu and the others thought that Mr. Xiaobai was a little boss behind the scenes, but after meeting them, they realized that what kind of boss behind the scenes really flattered Mr. Xiaobai.

Mr. Xiaobai is a purebred silly white sweet.

No, no, Mr. Xiaobai is not sweet at all, but rather spicy, silly and spicy.

Wan Teng Linmu tentatively said, "That Wuer...didn't you mention this place to the boss?"

Mr. Xiaobai thought about it carefully, scratched the back of his head, and said: "No, that Wuer looks like a magic stick. He kept saying that he could tell me the secret of immortality, and asked me to invest and deploy manpower to him. It turned out that It's been a long time, and there is still no result... What does this place have to do with him?"

Wan Teng Lin Mu also wanted to know what connection this place had with Wuer.

Everyone walked along the murals. Narrative murals were originally sacrificial.

The man in white with a golden mask was wearing a long robe and stood on the altar. It seemed that his duty was to be a priest.

According to their previous understanding, this Wuer should be the patriarch of a branch of the Bai nationality. Because he has two hearts at the same time, he is practicing medicine to save people at the same time, and at the same time he is doing all kinds of evil.

Wu Er built a tomb in the desert with the fire of Emperor Jun, trying to take all the two hearts as his own, but the good side took the initiative to tend to Wu Er's body, lay down in the coffin, and buried himself alive.

So much so that for so many years, Wuer has been unwilling to be reconciled, and has been wandering outside in the form of po, trying to obtain his real body by various methods.

The clothing style of the clansmen on this mural should not be from the Bai ethnic group, but Wu Er actually served as their priest here.

Looking at the murals, there are quite a few people worshiping, and they all worship Wudu as gods.

Wan Teng Lin Mu said in a low voice: "Mr. Xiaobai is right, he is a magic stick."

Mr. Xiaobai looked at the murals, they were all abstract, and he didn't have much artistic talent, so he said, "What is this all about? I don't understand it at all. How can it be connected into a story?"

Luo Shen stood next to the murals and explained one by one, saying: "This should be a tribe that worships rain. The first mural is a priest praying to God, and the second mural begins to rain."

Mr. Xiaobai said: "How can this happen? He thought he was the Dragon King of Jinghe!"

Luo Shen pointed to the next mural and said: "Because of the rain, the tribesmen began to worship and sacrifice. It is good for their belief in him, and they also offered sacrifices."

The ancient sacrifices were nothing more than some cattle, sheep and pigs, but it is not difficult to see that these tribes worship priests very much.

The mural continued down, and on the next mural, besides the sacrificial offering, there was actually a man.

The priest was no longer in the dominant position. He stood beside the man, raised his hands above his head, and knelt down with one knee, as if worshiping the man. Under the altar, there were many clansmen standing.

In the next picture, the clansmen followed the priest and knelt on the ground to worship this man. Immediately afterwards, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and then it began to rain. The rain was very majestic and abundant. The clansmen sang and danced, and the crops began to grow.

Because the murals are very abstract, and the growth of the crops is as thick as a big tree, no wonder Mr. Xiaobai can't understand it at all.

Mr. Xiaobai said, "This...is this new man the Rain God?"

This is a tribe that believes in rain. After all, they live in such a dry area. Rain is what they dream of. The priest invited a man who can rain, and respected this man as if he were a god. The tribe worshiped the priest , also respectful to this man.

From then on, the man became the god among the tribe.

Wan Teng Linmu said: "What does this mean? There are so many people in this painting?"

Luo Shen took a look and said, "It should be recruiting young men."

"A strong man?"

Luo Shen nodded and said: "The people in this painting are all men, and they are tall, so they should be recruited from the clan."

Sure enough, the next painting is that the priest enlisted these strong men into the army and formed an "army" of his own.

But this army was not used to protect the tribe, they were taken to a special place.

Wan Teng Lin Mu said: "Sink the ship!"

These strong men were brought into the sunken ship, and a large army walked into the sunken ship. The color of the picture was a bit dark, and it looked very sad, with an indescribable sense of tragedy.

Coupled with the fact that these murals are too old and have just begun to mottle and fade, they look even more weird.

What follows is the crazy picture of these strong men, wearing the same jade clothes as the jade men, dancing with hands and feet, baring their teeth and claws, with exaggerated and hideous facial expressions.

Wan Teng Lin Mu said: "These strong men turned out to be the jade dumplings we saw?"

Luo Shen's voice was a little deep: "I'm afraid so."

All the strong men in the clan went crazy, the old and the weak, women and children knelt beside them, weeping bitterly, the earth was dry and cracked, the crops withered, not a single blade of grass grew on the ground, and animals and clansmen starved to death everywhere.

Up to this point in the picture, the colors used are already very sad, and a strong sense of despair, like a dry heat wave, almost rushes out of the mural.

Mr. Xiaobai couldn't help but said, "This is too tragic."

The clan began to resist. They recruited the rest of the clan, took some agricultural tools that were not considered weapons, came to the sunken ship, and rushed in.

And there is no priest on this mural at all, only the man who is regarded as the god of rain remains, and the priest is missing.

Luo Shen said, "It should have escaped."

The clansmen grabbed the "Rain God", and the murals that followed were a bit like the murals they saw when they first entered the tomb passage.

The clan used their methods to punish the Rain God, skinned the Rain God, and buried him in the sunken ship.

And buried those crazy jade people together in the sunken ship, blocked the tomb door of the sunken ship, and the clansmen knelt down to worship.

This shipwreck has since then become a place of worship within the clan.

In the last mural, the sky started to rain again, and landed on the dry land...

Mr. Xiaobai said: "This Rain God is a bit miserable. No matter how you look at him, he is a puppet. The priest is the culprit. It shouldn't be skin cramping. It looks really disgusting."

"Huh?" Wan Teng Linmu suddenly made a questioning voice, pointing to the mural with the golden mask, and said, "This golden mask, why is there a mark on his leg?"

"What mark?" Everyone leaned over to look, and sure enough, there was a mark on the inside of the golden mask's leg. Because the priest's clothes were wrong and he was still barefoot, he could see it clearly.

Like a petal mark.

Mr. Xiaobai said "Hi!" and said, "I know!"

When he said that, no one paid any attention to him, Wen Shiyi said "kindly", "Boss, let's go play."

Mr. Xiaobai became anxious when he heard that, were the three thugs planning to rebel? He ignored himself and said, "I really know! Don't you believe me!"

Mr. Xiaobai threw a bar across the wall, stopped in front of the mural, and said: "This is the punishment of the Bai people! If someone makes a big mistake, the meat from his leg will be cut off and fed to Chenghuang. "

When he said that, everyone turned their attention to Mr. Xiaobai, and Wan Tenglinmu said, "Bai Min?"

Mr. Xiaobai was proud now, raised his head and chest proudly, and said: "Yes, don't forget, I am the current group leader of Baimin, and my mother was once the leader of the Baimin group. Baimin nobleman, I still know a little about Baimin's affairs."

Wan Teng Lin Mu: "..." Really, I almost forgot!

The people of Baimin are all personable and extraordinary, looking at the appearance of immortal demeanor, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, how can there be Mr. Xiaobai like this?It's no wonder everyone doesn't remember Mr. Xiaobai's "noble" status.

Wan Teng Linmu frowned and said, "Hiss...I seem to...have seen it somewhere? But I can't remember..."

……

Tatata!

In the vast Gobi, the wind blows the yellow sand, and the stones are whirling in the air, like countless locusts.

Wu Qi dragged Mr. Bai to run all the way. Mr. Bai was panting heavily, looking exhausted, and said intermittently, "What's the matter with these rice dumplings!"

Pin Ning was wounded on his leg, and Tick Tock was bleeding. Little Tutu was in the form of a young man, and he chased after them with Pin Ning on his back, saying, "Front."

When everyone looked forward, it was an off-road vehicle overturned in a big pit.

That's Mr. Xiaobai's car!

Everyone ran over, but there was no one in the car. The car was deformed by the fall, and it didn't know when it would explode.

Mr. Bai said, "It's Bai Zhi's car! What about Lin Mu and the others?"

Wu Qi looked inside the car and said, "There is a robbery hole under the car."

As he spoke, he looked back, and saw crowds and groups of jade dumplings sweeping across the sky and covering the sky, raising waves of dust, as if it was a zombie apocalypse.

Wuqi immediately said: "Go down to the pit."

As he spoke, without hesitation, he tied the rope to the frame of the off-road vehicle, put his arms around Mr. Bai's waist, and said, "Let's get off first and follow up."

Little Tutu nodded, carried Pin Ningyi on his back, tied the rope around his waist, and said in a low and hoarse voice with a hint of tenderness, "Hold me tight."

Pin Ningyi's mind is completely like a child's, he is not awake at all, he has been crying because of the pain, he looks very wronged, and he doesn't know if he understands.

The four of them got into the big hole under the off-road vehicle, and like Wan Teng Linmu and the others, they quickly fell down and came to the side of the dark river.

Because the rice dumpling on the top was unconscious, seeing the four people disappear suddenly, he would not look down the pit. Moreover, there was an off-road vehicle blocking the pit, so he chased forward frantically without any hesitation.

Hearing the commotion above, Wuqi breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I'll check around, let's take a rest here."

Little Tutu hurriedly put the master down, and Pinning touched the ground one by one, his legs hurt so badly, he let out a grievous sobbing sound, and hugged the little Tutu's neck and didn't let go.

Although the little Tutu is still a "child", she looks very gentle, gently stroking Pin Ningyi's hair, and said in a low voice: "Be good, don't cry."

He said, quickly put down the backpack, and took out the hemostatic medicine and gauze from it. Pin Ningyi's leg was injured, and he was grabbed by the rice dumpling. ferocious.

Little Tutu hurriedly used the scissors to cut Ning Yi's pants little by little. Ning Yi was so wronged, his eyes were wet all the time, he was not as cold as the master, and he was sobbing "hissing" all the time.

While cutting carefully, the little rabbit said comfortingly: "Good boy, it doesn't hurt, just blow it and it won't hurt anymore... Really good boy."

He cut open the bloody trousers, carefully wiped the wound medicine with gauze, cleaned up Ningyi's wound, and wiped away the blood from the wound.

On Pin Ningyi's fair skin, under the fresh wound, there was actually a hideous scar. Because it was on the inner side of the leg, it would normally not be noticed.

It can be seen that it is an old wound. Although it has healed, the color of the wound is different from that of normal skin. It is slightly bulging, sinuous and hideous.

a...

Petal-shaped scars.