Chapter 617: The Slowly Vanishing Figure! The Terrifying Teleportation Ability!

Actually, upon hearing Xu Lang's talk about aliens, some viewers in the livestream had their train of thought led straight in that direction.

【I think this guy might have a point—after all, who can prove aliens don't exist?】

【This is archaeology, not tech exploration. You're crying at the wrong grave, aren't you?】

【Precisely because it's archaeology, that's why it's like this. Isn't this just speculation about the unknown?】

【The poster above is right. The charm of archaeology itself lies in this very unknown—you never know what will happen next.】

【Speculation is never illegal. Why not ask Mr. Zhang?】

【Hey, is anyone at the scene watching? Help us ask.】

【Cut the nonsense. We haven't even guessed the question Mr. Zhang raised yet.】

【Does this even need guessing? Obviously the old hag shot a laser from her eyes and killed the guy!】

Inside the Crescent Moon Restaurant, the crowd was also chiming in from all sides, and their guesses were pretty much the same as those in the barrage.

Maybe because they'd watched too many blockbusters, everyone guessed lasers, and some had already veered toward gamma rays.

Hearing the answers grow more and more outlandish, Zhang Lin waved his hand helplessly.

"Everyone, stop!"

Those four words rang out, and the Crescent Moon Restaurant fell silent at once. They knew their answers must be nowhere near the correct one—Zhang Lin was about to reveal the answer now.

"Not one of you read the question carefully. If you'd actually looked closely at this last mural and grasped the key point, you wouldn't have given such unreliable answers."

A flush of shame crossed everyone's faces.

【I told you you were talking nonsense, but you wouldn't listen.】

【Stop BB-ing. As if you're so smart—you don't even dare to guess, so you've got no right to talk.】

【I'm your daddy!】

【I'm your goddamn ancestor!】

The barrage instantly devolved into a cursing frenzy, but the moment Zhang Lin spoke again, all those flame-war comments stopped on the spot.

They were all eager to hear what Zhang Lin would say next.

"The reason I say you didn't read the question carefully is that you've forgotten everything we've discussed is based on this mural. If you detach from it, then nothing has any meaning."

If this were a classroom right now, Zhang Lin would be about to rap on the blackboard, snapping everyone to attention.

Then Zhang Lin said: "Now put everything onto the sixth mural. Ignore what's below—focus only on the upper part, the part with the Queen of Jingjue and that person."

"All this talk about lasers and such—those are things you've seen in movies. But any guess has to at least match reality. In other words, if the Queen of Jingjue really did shoot something like that from her eyes, the power would certainly be enormous."

"It absolutely wouldn't stay in one spot—it would spread outward. In that case, the curled-up person would also have been reduced to ashes."

"Since that didn't happen, it means the light from her eyes, though directional, also has its limitations. You've completely ignored what I said earlier."

"If the Queen of Jingjue really had the ability to fire lasers from her eyes, she wouldn't have been confined to just the Western Regions. She knew her power wasn't that strong—it could scare people, deal with her own enemies on a small scale."

"But if she really wanted to intimidate other regions, the Queen of Jingjue knew perfectly well she didn't have that kind of ability."

"Let's continue talking about the light shot from her eyes. The core point actually isn't in the light itself. The painter of this mural, at the Gumo Prince's request, depicted everything very clearly."

"Haven't you noticed that all the little figures are colored? They wear garments of various hues—whether the Queen of Jingjue, the Gumo Prince, or those unimportant background figures."

"What's strange about this mural is that only this one little figure is a phantom, in a kneeling posture. And judging from the way he's split top and bottom, his body's transparency changes in stages. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing this, many were still in a fog, and the barrage kicked off another frenzied discussion.

【Does Mr. Zhang mean the light itself isn't meant to kill?】

【Not killing? Then what's it for? Can't guess...】

【The Queen of Jingjue controlled all of the Western Regions through these means—she must have had extreme methods. This really can't be guessed.】

【Let's just wait for Mr. Zhang to reveal the answer.】

Zhang Lin sighed without realizing it. Seeing everyone's reaction, he shook his head and continued: "It's simple. This person's figure went from solid to translucent, and finally vanished completely. That means the Queen of Jingjue's eyes carried some kind of teleportation ability—not killing this person."

"This person's figure slowly fading away is completely different from the concept of death. If this person had died under that light, I believe the mural's painter would certainly not have depicted it this way."

"He might have used blood or a soul or something like that to express it. You can tell from the previous murals that this craftsman's technique is quite ethereal."

"But using this ethereal style, he also made all the reality very clear. So under this premise, I conclude the Queen of Jingjue's ability was to use her eyes to set up light-based teleportation."

Everyone in the room immediately let out a gasp—everyone was stunned!

Someone unconsciously patted their own head.

Thinking to themselves, how had they not thought of that?

This also confirmed what Zhang Lin had said earlier—pay attention to every key point in the mural, don't overlook a single detail.

Because every detail determines the direction of the art style and the story that follows.

The reason Zhang Lin praised the ingenious design of these murals was precisely this point—within the details, one could dig up a lot of the story's origins.

As Zhang Lin revealed the answer, a new concept took shape in everyone's minds.

In their original thinking, the light must have been related to killing someone, but now that concept had completely changed.

Right now, everyone felt they'd gone from thinking they were listening to a paranormal story to a very fantastical one.

Of course, this story also stood above all real foundations, because everything came from Zhang Lin's analysis of every detail on the mural.

Someone hurriedly asked: "Mr. Zhang, then where exactly was this person teleported to?"

After asking this question, he had a bad premonition—and that bad premonition spread to everyone else as well.

At this moment, someone suddenly typed a very discordant line in the barrage.

【Let me make a prediction—Mr. Zhang is definitely about to pick up his teacup.】

【Teacup lifted, tactical pause!】

【Shut your mouth! You jinx!】

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