Luo Binhan stared at the inscription for a while, then subconsciously hid his hands in his pockets and glanced at himself a few times to make sure that no fallen leaves or pieces of paper were unknowingly stuck on it. He didn't rationally think that he was in danger, but he was afraid from the bottom of his heart that he had accidentally dropped something on the ground.
In order to prove that friendship is sharing, he did not hesitate to pull Jing Huang to the monument, pointed to the red letter and asked: "Is what is said on this monument true?"
Jing Huang glanced at it impatiently: "What nonsense? There are so many words and I don't have time to read them."
After saying that, he kicked the crooked stone tablet to the ground and walked straight towards the bottomless cave. Momoluo, who was following behind, gently straightened the stone tablet and carefully patted the dust off the stone tablet.
"Hello, Mr. Shibei, you are at work today, thank you for your hard work!" He said respectfully to the stone tablet, "I came to find someone with Mr. Xuanhong this time, so I can't waste too much time. I'll wait until next time." I’ll talk to you in detail when I get the chance.”
Luo Binhan had an illusion. He felt that the red letters on the inscription seemed to become more vivid.
That obviously can't be true. So he ran between Jing Huang and Momoluo without hesitation.
The passage was so dark that Luo Binhan couldn't even see clearly the road one meter away. Fortunately, Jing Huang and Momo Luo seemed to have a faint shimmer on their bodies, making their figures still clearly distinguishable. Yaleriga was completely hidden in the darkness, not even making a sound of footsteps. Only when the thin chain on her horn made a crackling sound did Luo Binhan know that she was not missing.
They walked for about ten minutes, but the passage seemed unchanged. Luo Binhan looked back, and the way he came was also lost in the darkness. This narrow and dark space made him feel a little hesitant. He restlessly placed his hands on the wall, trying to give himself some comfort with the touch of solid earth.
But what he touched was not dirt, but hard, smooth stone. The stone was extremely smooth and had neat seams. It had undoubtedly been polished manually.
Luo Binhan stamped his feet again. The sound of the soles of their feet was dull and hard, and they walked into a stone tunnel unknowingly.
He continued to explore curiously. His fingers felt some scratches on the wall. Luo Binhan almost thought it was the claw marks of some kind of beast. After touching it twice, he finally noticed the strokes of the words.
"Mr. Luo, what are you doing?" Momolo asked, coming up from behind.
Luo Binhan continued to touch the wall. He was still very unfamiliar with alien writing. He could understand it but had difficulty writing it, which made his tactile reading ability very poor.
"What's written on the wall?" he asked while touching it.
Momolo blinked. The white light around him became brighter. Through his light, Luo Binhan finally saw clearly the situation on the wall in front of him. He gasped.
The stone wall is densely covered with characters.
Some of the writings were scratched with a sharp instrument, some looked like they were carved with a chisel, some were scrawled with an ink pen, and some left ominous dark red stains. Their handwriting is also completely different, as if they were left by people from many different eras. Most of them are words, and the rest include some pictures and symbols.
Luo Binhan could only understand a very small part of it. Some of their contents are quite plain, such as "Lunqiao Baba pays tribute to Fritto Duoduo", "The road here is really difficult", "Binlan Yeying comes here for the third time, and this is the last time".
There are also some that seem quite tortuous, such as:
"Malinophorus deceived me and took away my love and purity. I swear that he will be labeled as a poisonous insect and discarded here."
"Malinophorus is here to express his love to Melaro, the moon in my heart and the only goddess. She has examined my defense with a broad heart and a fair eye. Now all the vicious slanders and rumors All have disappeared under the light of our sacred love. I am willing to become a partner with the only love in my life. As soon as I go home and tell my parents, I will propose to her."
"Marin is a liar! Poor Melaro was deceived by him and is still suffering and waiting, crying all day long. As her brother, I will never condone such an insult. I will tell Soma Shasti everything. Ya, let me have a pretty face to judge for poor Melaro."
"Deopbu is here to have a sword duel with Finan, the owner of the Windcrow Tavern. The winner will marry his sister."
"Here Finan won the duel with Theopbu, and he defended the dignity and purity of beautiful Dorip."
"This is a lie. Deopbu did not lose to Finan. Finan is a despicable person!"
Luo Binhan wanted to continue to pay attention to this love duel, but no more writing was left on the wall, so the grudge had to be settled.
There are still many similar stories on the wall, each paragraph is arousing people's imagination, but there is only one font that makes Luo Binhan feel frightened.
There were letters written in blood horizontally and vertically high on the wall. They are all deeply engraved on the stone, frantic, violent and desperate, like desperate beasts roaring out the sound of hatred.
——Kill the fire thief.
——The Fire-Stealing Moon must be eliminated.
——The false moon will surely fall.
——The City of Sin and the Two-Faced Moon will be purified by fire.
- Skin him off. Drain all his blood. Chew his soul. He deserves it.
Countless short sentences from different times and writers, repeating similar purposes over and over again. All the words related to that goal are dyed in bright red and pitch black.
Luo Binhan looked at those sentences blankly. He noticed that there were some ominous patterns drawn next to these words.
Nine moons hang in the sky, with different moon phases and sizes. The largest of these full moons is surrounded by monsters and beasts.
Those are wolves showing their sharp teeth. A spider with the face of a woman. A huge black snake.
The moment he saw the snake, Luo Binhan felt dizzy for no reason. There was a buzzing in his ears, like someone whispering in a dream.
The extremely familiar face that appeared in front of him came from someone he would never mistake.
Then the wind came and he was kicked down by Jing Huang again.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jing Huang said, "I ran out dozens of steps, and when I looked back, only Ya Lai was left. Are you two playing stakes here?"
Luo Binhan got up from the ground. Jing Huang's pain came very suddenly, but he didn't feel much pain. His thoughts still lingered on that painting.
Jing Huang followed his gaze and frowned deeply.
"What a crappy painting, it's so ugly."
He sighed in disgust and pointed at the wall. Three green insects flew out of his collar and pounced on the blood-red words. When the green fire was extinguished, those calligraphy and paintings full of hatred disappeared, and only white ash fell from the wall.
"It's starting to spread again." Luo Binhan said, "Last time I wanted to burn trees, this time I'm going to burn the wall. You won't let it go even if you live or die!"
He took a step back with deep sorrow and bowed in condolences to the burned wall painting. When he reached the third one, he noticed the white ash all over the ground.
"Eh?" he said, "Master, if you leave ashes all over the floor, does that count as littering?"
"So what?" Jing Huang replied coldly, "You have the ability to hit me?"
As soon as they finished speaking, they heard a strange rumble sound coming from behind. The voice came closer and closer, and rushed in front of them in the blink of an eye.
That's the stone monument at the entrance of the tunnel. It was rolling rapidly with an invincible momentum, as if someone was kicking it from behind. The stone tablet is impartial and goes straight towards Jinghuang.
"What the hell..."
Jing Huang seemed to want to reach out. Before he could finish his words, the stone tablet suddenly flew up from the spot and hit him in the face like a hammer.
The stone tablet pushed Jing Huang to the ground. Then it jumped wildly on his face, and the ground rumbled like an earthquake, echoing in the tunnel for a long time.
