"It seems to be a mural?"

The drunk Taoist held a torch in his hand, illuminating the dark cave.

Chu Ci raised his head and looked towards the rock wall.

There are sharp scratches on the uneven rock wall.

These scratches are intermittent, forming a slightly strange mural.

Chuci took a step forward and reached out to touch the scratch on the rock wall.

The finger slowly flicked along a scratch, and a strange color flashed in Chuci's eyes.

"This is carved out with finger nails!"

The drunk Taoist murmured, "Chu boy, do you mean those snow-capped mandrills?"

Chu Ci nodded slightly, "Besides them, I can't think of anything else going in and out of this cave."

"And the scratches on it match the sharp nails of the Snow Mountain Mandrill."

The drunk Taoist raised his torch, looked up at the mural, and was amazed.

"These mountain beasts also know how to carve murals?"

Chu Ci looked at the messy murals on the rock wall and asked aloud, "Dao Master, what can you see?"

The drunk Taoist looked carefully and pondered for a moment, and said, "I can see that the spirit of the Snow Mountain Mandrill engraved on the mural is very confused, and the consciousness is also very crazy."

"Otherwise, the traces on the mural will not be so messy!"

Chu Ci nodded slightly and asked, "Anything else?"

The drunk Taoist pointed his finger to the middle area of ​​the mural and said, "Chu boy, you see that most of the murals are useless lines."

"Other than that, it's a messy killing and hunting scene!"

The drunk Taoist looked at Chu Ci and said aloud, "There is nothing to say, these Snow Mountain Mandrills are cruel and murderous monsters!"

"They are entrenched in the Moruo Snow Mountain, and I don't know how many past merchants have been killed."

"This time let's come to a nest, and directly kill these snow-capped mandrills!"

"Don't worry." Chu Ci stopped the drunk Taoist aloud, "Let's take a look first."

"Let's go!"

Chuci greeted him and walked towards the depths of the cave.

"and many more!"

Leng Ruxue suddenly cried out Chu Ci, "Look here!"

Chu Ci stopped and looked in the direction indicated by Leng Ruxue.

It is a mural in the corner of the rock wall.

A stone slab hidden at the feet of everyone.

If it were not for Leng Ruxue's reminder, everyone would never have observed this mural.

The drunk Taoist approached the torch, and with the light of the fire, everyone looked at it attentively.

"This mural looks much more normal!"

The drunk Taoist squatted half on the ground, struck aloud in surprise.

Compared with the previous murals, the lines on the murals are much smoother and softer.

And it is not the scene of cruel killing and hunting.

"This seems to be a house?"

The drunk Taoist pointed to a pattern of triangles and squares stacked together in the mural.

"There are a few more, like a personal thing."

Chuci saw several stickman images in the murals.

In addition to simple houses and figures on the murals, there is also a mess of indescribable things.

"What is this?"

The drunk Taoist frowned and looked at the chaotic lines, asking suspiciously.

Chu Ci pondered for a moment, and said, "It seems to be some kind of extremely terrifying existence!"

"Look at the layout of the scene on this mural."

"The messy lines occupies the middle position. The corner is a simple house and several characters."

"One of the taller figures stands in the front, facing the messy lines."

"There is another scene below. In the picture, the house and the villain are still there, but the messy lines and the characters in the front are missing!"

The drunk Taoist stroked his beard and asked, "What does this mean?"

Chu Ci stared at the mural for a moment, and said, "Maybe some terrifying existence has come to a village."

"Someone didn't want the village to be persecuted, so they stepped forward and stood in front of the terrifying existence."

"The final outcome is that terrible existence takes him away, and the village is preserved."

The drunk Taoist pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You say that, it really looks like this!"

Chu Ci stood up and greeted, "Don't worry about these murals, let's go in and take a look."

Several people followed the cave, deepening all the way.

After going around a few turns, Chu Ci heard low roars coming from the front in his ears.

"careful!"

Chu Ci whispered, and moved on gently.

A ray of light came, and Chu Ci stopped and looked forward.

In front of the cave is a hall.

The hall is large in size, with dense cave tunnels on the surrounding rock walls.

The tunnel where the Chuci people are located is only one of the tunnels leading to the hall.

"Where to look!"

Chuci pointed towards the hall, and the drunk Taoist discovered the previous leader of the Snow Mountain Mandrill.

At this moment, the leader of the Snow Mountain Mandrill was half kneeling on the ground, and a mysterious man in a black robe stood in front of him.

The whole body of the mysterious man is hidden in the black robe, making it difficult to see his appearance.

Roar!

The leader of the Snow Mountain Mandrill lowered his head and roared.

The mysterious man seemed to understand the meaning of Xueshan Mandrill, and said hoarsely, "Go down!"

"Continue to collect sacrifices!"

Roar!

Hearing the order, Xueshan Mandrill didn't even dare to lift his head, and slowly retreated with a low growl.

Several people from Chuci were hidden in the cave tunnel, with Leng Ruxue helping to cover their breath, but the mysterious man did not find the three from Chuci.

The leader of Xueshan Mandrill left the hall along a cave.

Only the mysterious figure in the black robe remained in the hall.

After a long silence, the mysterious man flicked his long sleeves.

Jingle Bell···

A white bone bell flew out of the mysterious man's cuff, suspended in the air and jingled.

"Door!"

When the drunk Taoist saw the bone bell, he couldn't help but exhale softly.

The sound of bone bells echoed in the hall, and the sound was as clear as a real copper bell.

咚咚咚···

The dull footsteps approached from far away.

A group of Snow Mountain Mandrill walked into the hall from a cave.

When Chu Ci looked at it intently, every Snow Mountain Mandrill caught a struggling figure in the hand!