Chapter 230: Strange Murals! Two Coffins!

The passage behind the other stone door was very long, and they walked for a long time without seeing the end.

Su Yang had originally held a skeptical attitude toward Shen Yuran's words.

Now it seemed, it was likely true.

"Another urban legend of Luoshui Middle School..."

Since the Butcher was real, that was enough to prove the strangeness of this school.

What normal school keeps a strange entity over a hundred years old.

The bones all over the floor were also enough to explain the problem.

"Treasure and urban legends..."

Su Yang guessed that the two had a great connection.

Qin Weiyang noticed the fine sweat on his forehead at this time and took a tissue to wipe it for him, "Put me down."

"Can you walk?" Su Yang asked, turning his head.

"Yes, I've recovered some strength," Qin Weiyang nodded slightly.

Su Yang slowly put her down and took a tissue to wipe his sweat.

The corrosive wound on Qin Weiyang's shoulder seeped some liquid, mixed with some blood.

"Is the injury okay?" Su Yang asked.

"It doesn't matter; I'll deal with it when I get out," Qin Weiyang shook her head.

Su Yang wasn't surprised by this answer.

With her temperament, she naturally wouldn't miss a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"When did these two hook up?" Qin Weiyang watched the two backs, lost in thought.

"Who knows, maybe when they were caught by the head teacher for questioning, or maybe while we were trapped in the passage," Su Yang spread his hands.

Indeed, Gao Chang's face was too much of a target.

He might as well have 'I am a player' carved on his forehead.

If it were him, he would also prioritize extending an olive branch.

It's just that...

Su Yang looked up at the endless darkness before him, as if it would never end.

"What conditions did the Shen girl promise that Gao Chang was willing to be a green leaf?"

It wasn't hard to see from her confident attitude that this girl had great certainty about the location of the treasure.

"Perhaps... they knew each other before?" Qin Weiyang speculated.

"That's possible, but I'm more inclined to think they are a temporary team and only linked to interests," Su Yang said.

"A rat and a dragon can actually get together," Qin Weiyang looked at Shen Yuran with cold light in her eyes.

She hadn't acted out at the time, but that didn't mean she didn't have a temper.

In the past, she would have fought to the death to take the other party's life.

Now, for the sake of the big picture, she could only swallow her anger.

"Whatever, let's see what medicine they're selling in their gourd first," Su Yang smiled.

Suddenly, Shen Yuran and Gao Chang paused and turned to look at the wall.

"Student Su Yuan, lend me the flashlight."

"Coming."

Walking over quickly, he shone the flashlight in the direction pointed.

Murals appeared one after another, with a bit of fantasy color.

"What is this?" Gao Chang asked.

The person in the painting wore a pair of ordinary round-framed glasses, looking honest and dutiful.

The first painting depicted his simple and plain first half of life.

Elementary school, middle school, high school, university.

The smile on his face also changed from immature to mature, until it disappeared...

The second mural began to become complex.

He graduated as promised and successfully became a teacher, entering Luoshui Middle School.

The smile on his face reappeared; he realized the joy of teaching and educating people.

Here, he patiently taught students, worked conscientiously, and was widely praised.

Perhaps just like every teacher's lifelong dream, striving for peaches and plums all over the world.

But the picture stopped abruptly here.

The third and fourth murals were damaged, and it was unclear what happened in the middle.

It wasn't until the fifth mural that the painting style changed abruptly.

The face became ferocious, and he, in pain, curled up in a corner, with countless hands appearing around him.

As if abandoned by ten thousand people.

After that, the smile on his face disappeared again, like a walking corpse.

Without the previous enthusiasm and passion.

The sixth mural was the end.

In the painting, he was hated by students, looked at coldly by peers, and blamed by leaders.

Deep in despair, he held a rose and jumped from the top of the teaching building, ending his life.

The story was very short, but it was filled with an indescribable strangeness.

The four of them didn't make a sound after reading it, carefully searching for clues in the murals.

After a while, Shen Yuran asked, "This story should have happened a hundred years ago; the lecture hall wasn't as new as it is now."

"A story from a hundred years ago carved here; who did it?" Gao Chang asked curiously.

A teacher who had great enthusiasm for teaching and educating people fell into despair because of some things and chose to jump off a building.

What happened in between?

"The part that was erased is the key, but it was destroyed," Su Yang said.

"Related to the treasure?" Qin Weiyang looked at Su Yang.

"I think... it might be related to the Butcher."

Su Yang noticed that the eyes of the person in the painting gave him a familiar feeling.

"So having the key isn't enough; we have to solve the puzzle?" Shen Yuran said with great interest.

"Guessing alone is useless; let's keep going," Su Yang firmly remembered the content.

Not long after, they finally reached the end.

Standing before them was a huge iron door, mottled rust showing the traces of time.

"Is the Butcher guarding what's inside the door?" Qin Weiyang's expression became slightly solemn.

"Could it be that he found the treasure and hid it, so he was pointed at by thousands of people?" Gao Chang asked.

"Logically it doesn't make sense; if he got something very precious, he would definitely be questioned, not blamed," Su Yang shook his head.

"Get ready to welcome the second urban legend," Shen Yuran smiled mysteriously, inserted the key into the hole, and turned it slowly.

Accompanied by a tooth-aching collision sound, she gripped the door handle and pulled hard!

However, the iron door didn't move at all.

"Uncle, help me out," Shen Yuran raised her chin to indicate.

"Let's do it together," Su Yang volunteered.

The four grabbed the handle in unison, "One, two... three!"

"Boom..."

The iron door opened slowly, and a long-sealed, ancient atmosphere rushed toward them.

Su Yang clapped the dust off his hands and walked in, looking up.

As soon as he entered, he felt an inexplicable chill.

Clearly it was mid-summer, yet it was as cold as mid-winter.

He rubbed his arms, exhaled a puff of white air, looked at the scene before him, and his pupils condensed slightly.

"What kind of ghost place is this?"

Only to see overlapping stones forming a dome, and a half-meter-wide stone road leading to the next stone door.

Below the stone road was a wide underground dark river, the turbulent water rushing endlessly, like a beast.

Hanging on both sides of the stone road were two coffins wrapped in iron chains, standing above the river water.

"Two wooden coffins?" Gao Chang's expression changed.

He subconsciously looked back at the road he came from, and a chill rose in his heart.

Su Yang walked to the edge of the cliff to look, the roar of the dark river constantly coming to his ears.

"A height of nearly fifty meters..."

Then he looked up at the coffins, feeling the increasingly terrifying chill, and his eyelids jumped slightly.

The coffins had no patterns and were extremely simple.

The thick iron chains were clearly above the dark river, yet showed no signs of rusting.

"The second urban legend..." ===== CHAPTER 231 =====