Chapter 42
rial ground. What is strange, however, is that these scattered white bones don't seem very old. They are still quite white, and upon closer inspection, there are leg bones, arm bones, and finger bones...I looked back in terror, but there was nothing behind me... no white coffin...
These four figures in the mural are clearly us...
"Third brother," my voice trembled as I spoke.
"Smack!" Sun Lao San suddenly slapped himself hard.
"Impossible, impossible, I must have been seeing things," he said, his face ashen, turning his head to look at a mole. "Xiaohong, what did you see"
A mole trembled and whispered, "I... I saw all four of us, and... and a monster with horns on its head."
"A monster with horns on its head" I rubbed my eyes hard. "No, there's no such thing as a monster with horns on its head! I clearly saw a white coffin!"
Old Sun took a deep breath and said, "What I saw was the four of us surrounding two venomous snakes intertwined with each other."
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Sun Laoda also shook his head, “I’m different from you. I see a child crouching on the ground, burying their face in their hands and weeping.”
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After the statement, several people looked at each other. They all saw something unbelievable in each other's eyes.
A peculiar mural.
Four people looked at it at the same time, and they each saw a different pattern....
I saw a coffin, and a monster with horns on its head that I saw from a mole. The third son Sun saw two venomous snakes entwined together, while the eldest son Sun saw a child weeping with his head bowed.
Sun Lao San had seen many strange things before, but the scene before him, depicted in four distinct panels, clearly transcended his comprehension.
At present, the only plausible explanation we have is hallucination.
We may both be hallucinating.
"Something's not right here. Everyone, sit down and stay put," Old Sun said, motioning for us to settle where we were.
After considering for a few minutes, Lao San took out a small round iron box from his backpack. The box wasn't large and was made of old brass. There were no patterns or trademarks on its surface.
He twisted open the metal tin and carefully poured a small amount of yellow powder into his palm.
This yellow powder has a pungent smell, with a hint of realgar, but the scent is much stronger.
Sun Laosan asked us to extend our right hands, and he poured a little something into the palms of each of us.
Raising his hand to the tip of his nose, Sun Lao San said: "Take a deep breath, inhale through your nose."
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He took the lead.
"Achoo!"
"Damn, that's intense," he said, taking two sharp sniffs and shaking his head vigorously.
The moment I absorbed this thing, I felt a sudden chill in my head. This stuff is incredibly stimulating, way stronger than things like menthol spray or body lotion. It's in a completely different league.
After inhaling this yellow powder, several people stared intently.
The murals no longer depict weeping children, horned monsters, or venomous snakes. Now, the patterns we see are all the same.
On the mural, there are only some people from ancient times dressed in unusual ways. There are no animals or coffins.
"Damn, I'm glad I left myself a bit of foresight before coming here and bought some soul-awakening medicine from someone on the street."
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After Sun Lao San grumbled and finished speaking, he stood up straight. He turned his head and looked at the place where they had just walked past.
"The sandalwood fragrance, it's the sandalwood fragrance from before. This was also a kind of anti-theft tomb method in ancient times, it was concocted by the wizards and sorcerers of that time."
"The group of people from the south who came in must have had hallucinations just like us, which led to them turning on each other and killing each other."
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"Well, I'm glad I was well-prepared. We found it early too."
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Sun Lao San finished speaking and looked up at the murals.
In five minutes, we will die without knowing how.
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This is murder by proxy.
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