After Yue Guanchao finished speaking, he told everyone to step back carefully. Before they could exit, a dozen engineers had already walked in with shotguns.
"Replying to the boss, the brothers have packed up all the treasures outside and dropped them in the central courtyard square. Do you have any other instructions?"
Zhang Hansheng pointed to the golden gauze curtain beside him and said: "These things are made of gold and silver. When melted, a lot of gold ingots can be made. Please take down all these gauze curtains and take them out together."
Yue Guanchao thought of the things hiding in the dark, and felt that he could not stay in this soul palace for much longer. Seeing that the old bandit wanted to stay here, he stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "Mr. Zhang, there are enough jewels outside. I don't know if there are any here." If there's any danger, why don't you leave immediately."
"Young man, look at your courage. You are even more cowardly than that weasel. I, Zhang Hansheng, have traveled all over the country for so many years. I have crawled among corpses for three days and three nights. I am not even afraid of a machine gun to the head. How can I be afraid of a few wild beasts? I am the commander. You want to see how many masters this beast has? How dare you go against my waist!"
Zhang Hansheng didn't listen to him at all, and looked at the engineers to continue the operation. These soldiers loved money as much as their lives, and they would not listen to Yue Guanchao. He picked up the engineering shovel and started to clean up the gold gauze in front of him.
In just a moment, the golden gauze tent had been closed up by these engineers. Some of them climbed up to the second floor beam and untied the buckle of the gauze tent. The group was busy shouting.
While they were opening the golden gauze curtain, Song Siyuan walked to the side of the Jingguan Pagoda and looked at the murals on the north wall. She had been busy looking at the Tuibei prophecy picture just now and didn't even realize the murals on the north wall. Now that she had time to spare, Only then did I notice the difference in the murals.
The two walked to the front of Jingguan and carefully looked at the huge mural. It was completely different from the prophecy picture!
In this mural, mountains and mountains fill every corner, just like countless green snails and tea cups turned upside down. All you can see is mottled green and emerald green. The sky is covered by clouds and mist, and a white moon and a red sun hang together in the sky.
In this endless lofty mountains, you can see the basins in the mountains, and there are isolated paradises located in them. Here, the lakes are clear, the water grass is fertile, the valleys are deep, the rivers are fast, and countless strange stilted buildings are built along the water, reflecting the bustling scene. town.
The clothes worn by the people in the town could be seen to be ancient clothes, which were incompatible with today's attire. They were picking up swords, guns, swords and halberds, roaring and fighting against the outside world, so that in the end, the Han generals were beaten to the ground. Escape, drop the flag and exit the valley.
The number of these strange mountain people was very small, much smaller than that of the Han generals. It was completely impossible for Yue Guanchao to defeat the enemy with a small number and defeat a large number!
He carefully observed the painting, and sure enough, he found many corpses and monsters hidden in the woods in the mountains and rivers. These hairy, scaly horns that drank blood were hiding in the dark to spy on the Han generals and soldiers who were fighting against the mountain people.
Looking at it now, it seems that the mountain people used some kind of witchcraft and Gu power to summon these scale insect Gu beasts, and then defeated the Han generals.
"What this picture depicts is not a prophecy picture, and there is no logo. It is a bare painting. Where is it painted?"
Song Siyuan had already discovered that the mountain people had special clothes and asked Xiang Ren Kongque: "Sister Ren, are these mountain people the Gu people from Sichuan and Hunan?"
"I've been looking at it for a long time, but I still haven't figured out where it comes from. These clothes are completely different from those in Southwest Sichuan and Hunan. There are many Gu people living in the valleys in the Southwest. Maybe these Han generals are dealing with the Gu people in the valleys. It's also possible. It’s an independent tribe, so it’s not accurate!”
"but!"
Ren Peacock looked at Song Siyuan: "The Gu people in the southwest region all belong to the branch of the Witch God civilization. They are probably the remnants of the Witch God. As for the rest, I have no clue at all."
For a while, they couldn't figure out the situation, so Song Siyuan had to pick up the camera and take pictures of the entire mural.
When they returned to the statue, the golden gauze tent had been cleaned up, and the huge temple looked even more empty without the cover.
There was a loud bang from above. Everyone thought it was the engineers unloading something. When they looked up and took a closer look, they could clearly see a black shadow shaking in the caisson.
Some brave engineers walked under the caisson and looked up carefully. They just saw what was in the caisson clearly. They were so frightened that they immediately threw their guns and ran away. Their faces were as mournful as gold paper: "Run quickly, there... there is an old zombie inside." ~”
In the blink of an eye, the caisson seemed to have been exploded, and with a roar, a black shadow fell to the ground. Before the engineer had time to escape, his neck was broken by a pair of sharp claws, and he was tilted to the side.
Because he had lost his head, he had incontinence of feces, urine, and farts, which made everyone shocked and frightened!
Oops!
Everyone looked at the black figure and gasped unconsciously!
What appeared in front of him was a headless general.
This general is eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a high chest. He wears thick dark gray bright armor. He has a cloak, knee pads, waist protectors, arm protectors, heart protectors, and a belt. He should wear a helmet most of all. The neck seemed to have been cut off directly. The wound had scabbed and turned black, with purple tree root patterns spreading from the wound to the neck.
