Chapter 678

"Mr. Zhang just saw this, which is why he said not to talk about this jade pendant first."

Yang Lusi actually reacted only after hearing Zhang Lin's words for a moment.

What the situation was, the answer was already very clear; everyone followed suit and got excited when they saw her come up, get the jade pendant, and saw her excited expression.

But they completely forgot that the seventh mural they wanted to see before had not been revealed; to be precise, it was the lower half of the seventh mural.

And at this moment, inside the Crescent Hotel, Zhang Lin kept smiling and said, "First, I have to tell the lower half of this seventh mural, and then I can talk about the situation of this jade pendant itself."

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, and at this moment, the barrage also began to clamor.

【I said so, I felt like I forgot something, it turns out it's the seventh mural.】

【Team Leader Yang was right just now, our attention was all attracted.】

【It's still Mr. Zhang's calmness!】

【Isn't this nonsense? Mr. Zhang is the one controlling the scene, he must remain absolutely calm.】

【Although Mr. Zhang didn't go down to the tomb himself, I have already imagined that scene.】

【Hmm, even if there are ghosts and gods in the tomb, they would immediately turn around and run away after seeing Mr. Zhang!!!】

At this time, someone at the Crescent Hotel raised their hand and asked, "Mr. Zhang, you just said that the lower half of this seventh mural would appear as long as the last mechanism was opened, but it seems it hasn't appeared yet?"

Zhang Lin shook his head helplessly and said, "It's just that you didn't see it; it's right there now. This matter can't be blamed on you, the key is that the second archaeological team didn't focus their attention on it. I think Team Leader Yang should have discovered it, otherwise she wouldn't have said such things."

That's right, Yang Lusi discovered it in advance!

And she only swept a glance with her peripheral vision to confirm the situation. The next moment, Yang Lusi seemed to have a resonance with Zhang Lin, and she directly shone the flashlight on the stone slab she had just come up from.

That was not the bottom cover of the coffin; the bottom cover of the coffin had completely dissipated into slag in the vibration just now.

And the reason for this setting, or even saying that the Prince of Gumo was willing to pay the price of his body being destroyed to do so, was because he wanted to use this last mechanism to hide the lower half of the most important seventh mural.

At this moment, everyone looked along the light of Yang Lusi's flashlight; right below the position where she had just come up and lay, there was a layer of stone slab.

What was carved on the stone slab was strikingly a mural, which was the lower half of the seventh mural.

In fact, if understood from a broad definition, you can treat it as the eighth mural without any problem.

But relative information needs to be combined; after all, even if the coffin has disappeared, this mural was ultimately hidden under the coffin.

So they are connected together to form a complete mural.

This mural has the same painting style as the previous six; the Prince of Gumo is still on it, but the number of people is the most among all the murals.

Even more than all of them added together, dense little people are spread out, and no one knows what they are going to do.

Even if some information is drawn on the mural, without Zhang Lin's explanation, they can't understand it now.

Even if Zhang Lin has finished explaining six and a half murals, they can't infer from this.

After all, the things drawn on this mural are too mysterious, and at this moment, everyone's eyes in the second archaeological team are focused on the mural.

Wang Kaixuan frowned slightly and subconsciously said, "This Prince of Gumo isn't going to sacrifice himself to heaven, is he?"

Although there are many people on this mural, the status of the Prince of Gumo seems to have changed suddenly; even if they don't understand the information on it, they know that the attire of those people is not from the Ancient City of Jingjue.

But from the Prince of Gumo's own country; under this premise, the Prince of Gumo is not the identity of one person above ten thousand.

On the contrary, everyone is looking at him with solemn expressions, not maintaining that kneeling posture.

The sacrifice on the first mural was standing not far from him, holding a torch high; his gaze was more serious than anyone else's, even revealing a hint of awe-inspiring spirit.

This mural still makes everyone feel that they only saw the performance in it, and the deep meaning cannot be understood at all.

The most important thing is that besides the unified expressions of the people on this mural, the mural also reveals mottled purple light spots; they instinctively thought it was definitely not stars.