[Bottle Evil] The Old Mansion's Strange Story

I raised my hand and slapped myself twice, and rubbed my eyes again. The scene in front of me didn't change much, it was still real.

But I noticed that the light seems to spread to its borders.

It's not that the flames stopped extending, but I found that they extended to a certain place, changed direction, and did so on both sides almost at the same time, and continued in a direction perpendicular to the line just now.

I stood where I was, watching all this quietly, not daring to move easily.

Soon, almost at the same time on both sides, a stone door gradually appeared in the firelight. Judging from the shape, it was exactly the same as the one I discovered just now.

The fire flickered and I waited for it to grow to a boundary again.Not long after, the two flames turned again and began to run towards each other, the midpoint between them.

In the end, the two flames converged, and the flames converged into the last stone gate.

I looked down, and the green glazed bricks under my feet were finally fully illuminated. It was a square high platform with a stone gate at the midpoint of each side.

The fire seemed to be burning brighter and brighter, and under the reflection of the fire, the glazed bricks also formed a square with the glistening green light.

Such an architectural style is definitely not a mausoleum. I thought of the Ditan that I visited with Fatty when I was in Beijing. This place seems more like Fangzetan.The Fangze Altar was built for sacrifice. After comparing it, and thinking of the four stone gates that look like the Lingxing Gate, I can basically confirm that this is also an altar, a large-scale altar.

I looked around, the firelight surrounding the altar could almost illuminate the entire space, and I finally saw the whole picture here.

The space is larger than I imagined, it can be said to be open.On one side is the underground waterfall that I fell, and on the other side is the rock wall of the mountain.

I just focused my eyes on the bottom, looking at the firelight and the glazed brick platform, but now I raised my head and couldn't help being amazed.

There are large murals on the rock wall, covering almost all the places I can see.

These murals are rich in color and bright in color, as if they were just painted. I have never seen such a well-preserved mural.It stands to reason that there is a lot of water vapor here. Although there is no wind and sun, this natural condition is definitely not suitable for preserving murals.Is there really an isolation layer for murals?

I didn't have the brains to guess for a while, the colors on the murals were too bright, and immediately compared with the single green light just now, my eyes are full of colors now, and I almost lose sight of them.

The firelight is not as stable as an incandescent lamp. Every time the firelight flickers, I seem to see those colorful murals come alive, and those colors are jumping in front of my eyes.

Overwhelming, dazzling.

I settled down and walked towards the murals. The murals are the encyclopedia in the mausoleum, almost the most comprehensive part of the mausoleum's information.

I walked towards the mural, again feeling dizzy with all kinds of colors.

But I took a few glances and couldn't help but sigh.

This is a fucking difficult art genre to understand.

The murals on the rock walls, first of all, give me the feeling that they are rich in color, which also affects my identification of the content of the murals.But after I discerned it for a while, I found that no matter what color it was, it was hard to recognize. What kind of ghosts and monsters are these paintings.

The murals in the general mausoleum will describe the life of the tomb owner, or depict the paradise to which the tomb owner will go after death.

I thought about it, maybe because this is not a mausoleum, but a place for worship, so the content of the murals is not the kind I have seen before, but some scenes that I am difficult to describe.

I walked along the edge of the high platform, looking up at the mural carefully while walking, trying to pick out some familiar elements from it.

Soon, I discovered that the reason I didn't recognize it for a while was because it was too big.My eyes can only see part of it, and I can't pretend to be complete if I get close.

I stepped back a certain distance, trying to ensure that I could see and see more, and then a familiar image appeared.

I also expected that there would be that snake head in the mural.Only this time, not only the head of the snake, but also the body of the snake.

Snake is a totem that many civilizations and nations believe in. It is said that Nuwa and Fuxi both have human faces and snake bodies, and the ancestors of human beings are snakes.

There are two giant snakes on the mural, which almost circle the rock wall. Their shape is symmetrical, they surround the rock wall, and then converge head to head in the center.

The body of the snake is in an "S" shape. As long as you look along the body of the snake, you can separate it from the colors, and the curves are very sharp.

And the snake heads of these two snakes are different, one is the snake head on the ring in the fourth hand, and the other is the "snake head" that is more like a human head.

I went to identify the parts other than the snake body, and found that these two snakes are two completely different totems. If they are gods believed by the ancients, they seem to be in charge of two completely different worlds.

My current state is very similar to looking at pictures and talking when I was a child. I suddenly feel that my imagination is very lacking. If I were fat, I should be able to tell me a very complete and rich story by now.Although what he said may not be reliable, it is very inspiring.

In terms of my strengths, it should be analysis and collation of information.

I looked up and looked at those murals.

On the side of the human-headed snake, the parts other than the snake's body are drawn to make it easier to identify. They seem to be some beasts and humans.

The wild beast looks very ferocious, and it may also be added to people's imagination. I can't be sure what the specific animal is, but I can think of similar ones, such as deer, bear, tiger and so on.And those human beings are also wearing strange clothes and strange masks, and the masks are also patterns transformed from the faces of wild beasts.All the people and beasts, following the huge snake, are all ready to fight, not knowing what kind of world they are going to.And the rock wall itself is curved, and the arch is inclined to my side, just like watching a dome movie. I have the illusion that they will fall when I look at it.

Looking at the side of the snake's head and body, it's not easy to describe.I don't have much research on murals, but the overall impression is a very stream-of-consciousness picture.However, the ancient people often choose to use specific images to express even the vague concepts in their minds, so as long as they pick out the familiar parts and make use of their associations, we can still see some clues.

The world here seems to be a more "beautified" scene than that over there.For example, the deer here have wings, and the people here also have the posture of flying.

Could be heaven.I thought of the image of an angel, with halos and wings, and hallelujahs rang in my ears.

The last part is the part where the bodies of the two snakes "build" together, and it is also the most difficult part to understand.

I stared at it for a while, but couldn't figure it out.

If analyzed according to the overall picture structure, this part should be related to both sides. After all, it is located in the center, and it is still the appearance of "guarding" by two snake gods together. It should be the most important part of the whole mural.

But when I look at it, I always feel that my eyes can't find a focus.

Looking at the swaying flames and swaying colors, I felt dizzy suddenly.

It's over, I thought to myself, this place is too big, and it can't stand the fire. Am I lacking oxygen?

Soon, the dizziness became more and more serious, and then I wanted to vomit, and the picture in front of me began to blur.I felt like my body was shaking so badly that I had to sit down.

I lowered my head to relieve my dizziness, and saw the glazed bricks still glowing green under my feet. Maybe I was too focused on watching just now, and those pictures stayed in my mind. No matter where I looked, I seemed to be able to see the creeping snakes, and people in exaggerated masks.

I immediately closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and my heart started beating wildly.

Not only physical discomfort, but also panic.

I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with this mural.

I raised my head suddenly, and for a moment, I seemed to be looking at the two giant snakes.Then, no matter how I turned my eyes, I felt that they were staring at me.The other parts of the mural also suddenly came alive, as if I could see deer-like animals with horns running, and those wearing masks walking.

Illusion, I said in my heart, it must be that I have been looking at it for a long time and the shaking of the firelight has made my vision blurred.

But the mural in the middle part that I didn't make out, I'm sure it changed.

It seems that the color is getting darker, and suddenly it doesn't have that bright look.

This is not a normal phenomenon, whether it is a sudden change in the mural, or these things that I am seeing at the moment.

The environment here has not changed for nearly a thousand years. It is impossible for me to inhale some oxygen and exhale some carbon dioxide to change its state, causing the mural paint to volatilize or suddenly oxidize.

And only the middle part, not all parts.

Something must be wrong.

I dare not look any more, I can only close my eyes and think.It's an amazing feeling, and it's also terrible.I don't know if this is another powerful mechanism, but I can be sure that I have been recruited.

When and how it started, I have no clue now.

At the same time, I have a feeling of déjà vu, and I always feel that I have seen such a scene somewhere.

This is also an illusion, I am not a stuffy person, I have nothing to do with the truth here.

Calm down, my heart says, must be calm.

Calm down dick.

I yelled two more times at the top of my voice, which made my own eardrums hurt, and picked up the white dog's leg again.

Damn it, I cursed inwardly, I used to harm myself too casually, but now I don't even use a knife.

I cut the knife again in the palm of my hand, and the pain was very real, and it finally woke me up a bit.

I began to recall carefully, wondering if the things I knew that might be related to this place were similar to those I saw in those illusions before.

A few years ago, after I started to get in touch with snake venom, I got a lot of very ancient and obscure secrets in the long river of Chinese history, intentionally or unintentionally.Even the fragments of the secret are enough to shock.

Later, in order to perfect them, I mainly found out the parts related to the things I experienced.For a long time, I was nestled in a secret room in Xiaohua's house, thinking about some bibles all day long.

Those are ancient books, I don't know where Xiaohua collected them, so I didn't ask much.What is certain is that those ancient books are almost the same as the pheromones of the black-haired snake, and the information recorded is quite primitive.

In a frenzy, some of the information stored in my mind at that time seemed to come alive suddenly.

The feeling of dizziness gradually disappeared, and I stood up and decided to identify some things again.

I have to say that sometimes self-psychological suggestion is quite powerful. After I feel that I have a clue, I open my eyes again, and it seems that those ghosts and snakes are not so ferocious.

But when I saw the part in the middle of the mural that seemed to be wrapped in fog, I broke out in a cold sweat again.

It's almost gone.

At this time, I heard a distant trumpet sound suddenly resounding in this underground world.

The sound surrounds me, and I can't tell the direction.

But I remember it as a melodious and low-pitched antler.

In an instant, I was pulled back to the gate in the belly of Changbai Mountain.