Chapter 29 – Mural – Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Pointed hammer on the work, the Sun brothers you take me to catch up on the hand non-stop, the texture of the green stone is not hard, said the day time, in a few people work hard to catch up on the work of a total of a few hours.

The bullnose notch was punched out, and the upper crutch pin over the rope was also done as before.

“I’ll yell to one and make it hard, this thing is a lot smaller, we should be able to get it all at once.” Sun Lao San took the lead in pulling up the rope, and the three of us followed suit in picking it up.

Taking a deep breath, he kept his voice low.

“Three. Two.”

“One!”

The rope was instantly straightened and the direction of our force was to the left.

“Rumble,” there was a loud sound of tap rock falling to the ground inside.

Sun Laosan predicted correctly, with the experience of the first time, this time we found the right way and succeeded at once.

In accordance with the principle of caution, Sun Lao San first lit a white candle in the doorway, which was a test of the oxygen content of the space inside.

The candle stood on the ground, its flame burning brightly and dimly, and without feeling the wind, the candle’s flame fell to one side.

“No problem Sango.” I asked in a whisper.

He waved his hand, signaling for two more minutes of observation.

After a few minutes had passed, the candle burned just as it had earlier, without suddenly becoming smaller, which meant that the amount of oxygen inside was still stable.

“Watch your step,” confided the man, and together we pushed open the second stone door.

The temperature inside the second door was so low that one could instantly feel it as soon as they entered, and although they were all wearing very thick clothes, they still felt cold, and the white air that one exhaled was very visible.

“Hoo good cold ah Lao San, here outside the temperature must be a difference of more than ten degrees,” a mole kept rubbing his hands.

Sun Laosan also felt strange, and heard him say, “The temperature on this side of Moth Mountain is fairly constant, I didn’t expect it to be so strange here, can’t figure it out.”

“If you can’t figure it out, don’t think about it Lao-san, none of us are geologists, let’s explore the road first,” Boss Sun said his opinion.

“Big brother and third brother, look upwards, you guys,” flicking my flashlight around haphazardly, I suddenly realized something.

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r>The southwest corner of the stone wall still has many brightly colored murals remaining.

“Mural this . This doesn’t seem to be a Western Zhou style mural.” Sun Lao San raised his head and illuminated the mural with his flashlight, his expression incredulous.

“Not Western Week? What do you mean?” I read it again.

On the stone walls, the overall color of these murals was predominantly black and red, and there were so many of them that, not counting the unseen areas, there were almost all of them where the flashlight illuminated them.

The mural’s body map is very mixed and strange.

There were men dressed in ancient times with hats, women with bare chests and breasts, and children tied head down on wood, and a pure white coffin was placed in the center of this pattern, and many people in rags were kneeling on the ground around it, looking like they were worshipping this white coffin. The whole mural style, a little bit of that cult worship meaning.

The reason why Sun Laosan took a look and said that the mural may not be of the Western Zhou is because of the mineral pigment of the mural itself, because according to common sense, there was no such mineral red in the early Western Zhou Dynasty, and this mineral red was popular in the later Warring States Chu.

The point that a tomb from the Western Zhou period is not a Western Zhou period mural doesn’t make any sense. Also, whose white coffin is that on the mural?

So far, a decent funerary objects have not seen, Yao Yumen mouth concluded that this is higher than the Mawangdui specifications of the state-level dungeon, she also speculated that there are not move the town of state-level cultural relics.

But where’s the stuff?

“Old Three come quickly!” A mole suddenly shouted.

A few people rushed over to look.

Only to see that at the northwest corner of the stone wall, another weirdly styled mural appeared

When they saw what was on the mural, everyone’s face, including mine, swished and turned pale!

I see that.

Some of the paint is peeling off.

There were three men and one woman in the mural, which was beautifully painted, two men in their forties, the woman in her thirties, and a final man who was significantly younger.