Chapter 606

At this moment, no matter how calm she was, Yang Lusi couldn't control her emotions. That was the thing she had been searching for all along: the eyeball pattern.

The curse on her body, the last layer of the curse. If it couldn't be solved, it meant death.

This trip to the Ancient City of Jingjue, even in the current situation, she had been receiving Zhang Lin's guidance all the way.

At this moment, all the experiences and all the crises were worth it.

Even though Yang Lusi had been telling herself in her heart before that the person below was the Prince of Gumo and must be related to the Ancient City of Jingjue.

But she didn't expect to see the eyeball pattern directly. This harvest was much greater than she had imagined.

Immediately, she took a deep breath and asked, "Professor Sun, how much of these murals can you understand?"

Hearing this, Professor Sun laughed at himself and said, "I think Mr. Zhang over there won't be quiet now either. The old man has always been brave enough to admit defeat. The content on these murals should only be analyzed clearly by that Mr. Zhang."

The implication of this person's words was very simple, which was to tell Yang Lusi that she didn't need to do anything or ask him.

Just wait quietly for the news from the Crescent Hotel.

He thought Zhang Lin should have already started.

Regardless of his ability to analyze murals, this Professor Sun had analyzed the situation of the storytelling hall very clearly.

Zhang Lin drank some water and didn't continue to keep them in suspense, saying directly, "Then let's talk about this first mural.

The person drawn on this, I think I don't need to say, you all know who it is, right?"

"Prince of Gumo," someone answered first.

Zhang Lin nodded without hesitation and said, "That's right, this is the Prince of Gumo."

"Did you notice a strange thing? The Prince of Gumo is sitting on his throne, but the offering table is placed far below him, and on it is a lamb."

At this time, everyone nodded slowly. If it weren't for Zhang Lin's analysis, they really wouldn't have noticed this strange scene.

This was also what Professor Sun said just now, why these murals seemed familiar yet strange.

The gazes of everyone in the mural were focused on the lamb, and the people on both sides were not worshipping the Prince of Gumo piously and respectfully, but the food on the table instead.

And the Prince of Gumo himself was also looking at this lamb, his eyes revealing a determined emotion.

This proved that this mural was absolutely not a simple record of his life.

"Look at this worshipper kneeling there at the table, praying to the sky, as if begging for something. These six murals actually write a story, completely connected together, forming the Prince of Gumo's next plan."

【My God, six murals, recording the same story, this completely violates the common sense I heard before.】

【In such a tomb, you cannot determine the situation with common sense.】

【Look at this Professor Sun, he is also a person of status in the archaeological community, and at this time he is completely in the dark. Doesn't he have more common sense than you?!】

The reason why there were such comments in the chat was because they had formed a habitual way of thinking.

Among the murals of all tomb chambers, the story is definitely not coherent.

Because the reason why the ancients drew this kind of mural when they were buried is that some are records of the dynasty at that time.

Others are records of their own lives. No one would specifically record one thing in the tomb chamber with a few murals.

But if it exists, it means this matter is very important, so important that it can erase any other things he did in his life.

As long as this story is recorded, it can comfort a lifetime.

At this time, everyone looked at Zhang Lin eagerly, waiting for him to continue.

Zhang Lin changed the subject at this moment and continued, "Let's put the first mural aside for now. Let's look at the second mural. Did you find a common point?"

Everyone was stunned, but soon they nodded at the same time and said, "Found it, the people on both sides haven't changed."

"That's right, this means even more that what they are looking forward to is the same thing, and the person sitting on the carriage is still the Prince of Gumo."

"This one is recording him on the way to a certain place. As for where he is going, the murals below will tell us."

"But one point worth noting is that this Prince of Gumo is wearing festive clothes, which means the place he is going to has a higher status than his own kingdom."

At this time, smart people should have guessed the destination of the Prince of Gumo.

Zhang Lin continued, "And the road at the top seems to be yellow sand, but it is actually a sea of fire, which means that the Prince of Gumo himself knew that his next journey was uncertain, so the determined expression in the first mural appeared."

Everyone nodded in realization. Following Zhang Lin's description, their train of thought became clearer and clearer.

Not only them, but even everyone in the Second Archaeological Team was in the same situation.

Every time Zhang Lin finished analyzing a mural, he gave everyone some time to settle down and let them imagine the subsequent things themselves. This is also the professional quality a storyteller should have.

Especially when improvising like this, there must always be some blank space. This is not only leaving time for the people on the scene but also for the people in the archaeological team.

There are always people who can draw inferences from one instance. And when the analysis results of the two murals were transmitted to the Second Archaeological Team, Professor Sun was stunned.

He looked at the first mural and instantly understood all his doubts just now.

What Zhang Lin pointed out was the key point. Anyone could understand this mural, and what he felt was familiar yet strange was that everything on this mural didn't conform to any logic at all.

But now he suddenly understood some things.

"Offerings, lamb, worship, determined?" he said these words in a trance.

But it made Wang Fatty shake his head and say, "Professor Sun, in this point you are not as good as Mr. Zhang. Why are you playing riddles here? Did you guess something based on what Mr. Zhang said? Tell us about it."

Professor Sun also shook his head and said, "I dare not guess, really dare not guess. The specific situation can only be heard from what Mr. Zhang says next."

He had a bold idea in his heart, but at this time he didn't have the courage to say it.

Hearing this, Wang Kaixuan curled his lips, folded his arms, and stopped paying attention to Professor Sun.

He sighed silently in his heart: is this old professor's mental state a bit problematic?

At this time, Professor Sun was completely immersed in his own consciousness. No matter who asked him similar questions, he probably wouldn't answer.

And Yang Lusi really didn't expect Professor Sun to say anything astonishing.

She fully expected Zhang Lin to speak faster, wanting to know the complete story of these murals quickly.

It's interesting to say that no matter what tomb chamber it is, the most important thing is the coffin, but at this time, no one's attention was on the coffin.

All thoughts followed Zhang Lin's words!