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As they ventured deeper along the tomb passage, Professor Li's eyes were drawn to the mural as if by a magnet, fixating on every detail.
He would occasionally lean in with a magnifying glass to scrutinize the blurred lines and symbols, then step back to grasp the overall layout and essence of the mural.
At that moment, he was completely immersed in this world where ancient art intertwined with historical mysteries, murmuring to himself, "Incredible! This is truly a treasure trove of history that has slept for a thousand years."
His wrinkled face flushed with excitement, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, yet he remained oblivious to it all.
The others gathered around him, curiously observing his every move. Zhang Qi couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what have you figured out by moving closer and further away?"
Professor Li looked up excitedly, adjusting his glasses as he replied, "Look here! Some symbols on this mural resemble an ancient script I encountered in my archaeological studies. This script is extremely rare; it has only appeared in fragments of ancient texts and scattered records of unearthed artifacts. I never expected to see such a complete and coherent presentation here."
As he spoke, his fingers traced lightly over the symbols on the mural, as if touching the threads of history.
"The information contained within these symbols could fundamentally change our understanding of ancient civilizations in the Northeast region."
Lao Hu scratched his head in confusion and said, "Professor, please don't keep us in suspense. What does it all mean?"
Professor Li smiled and patiently explained, "This may relate to an ancient civilization that once thrived in the Northeast but mysteriously vanished later. From what these murals depict, this civilization seems to have had a highly developed religious belief system and a complex social structure. Look here—this scene shows a ritual; those figures in splendid attire are likely priests or nobles conducting a grand ceremony, perhaps seeking divine protection or communicating with deities for some power."
As he spoke, he gestured in the air, attempting to recreate the scene depicted in the mural.
A Ling observed the mural thoughtfully and remarked, "From the layout and content of these murals, it seems that the feng shui of this tomb was intentionally designed to suppress some kind of evil force. This supports my earlier speculation. In ancient times, people placed great importance on feng shui, believing that specific layouts could guide or suppress energy flows—especially in burial sites where life cycles and family fortunes were at stake."
A hint of worry flickered in A Ling's eyes; she understood that if this sealed evil force were to break free, the consequences would be dire.
Professor Li nodded in agreement, saying, "Miss A Ling makes a valid point. The builders of this tomb must have been masters well-versed in feng shui metaphysics and architectural art. They skillfully integrated religion, culture, and feng shui into creating this mysterious yet perilous underground world."
At that moment, Xiao Wang, Professor Li's assistant who had been quietly following behind, spoke up: "Professor, should we start sketching these murals for further study when we return?"
Professor Li pondered for a moment before responding, "Sketching is a good idea, but time is limited and this tomb is fraught with danger. Let's focus on recording key information for now."
Just then, Xiao Douzi popped up from somewhere; he had been sneaking ahead out of curiosity.
With bright eyes, Xiao Douzi asked, "Professor, why did this ancient civilization disappear? Was it due to war or some natural disaster?"
Professor Li pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "It is still unclear, but I suspect it may be the result of multiple factors working together. Perhaps war, natural disasters, or cultural conflicts and changes led to the decline and disappearance of this civilization. This ancient tomb is likely their last remnant, hiding the core secrets of their civilization."
Xiao Douzi nodded, seemingly understanding, and curiously asked, "Professor, are there treasures depicted in these murals?"
His question elicited a light laugh from the group.
Lao Hu cautiously observed his surroundings. He wasn't well-versed in cultural knowledge, but he knew that in such a dangerous place, any oversight could be fatal.
He whispered to Zhang Qi, "Brother, we can't just listen to them talk; we need to be careful about any dangers that might suddenly arise around us."
Zhang Qi nodded, gripping his long knife tightly, always ready to respond to potential threats.
At that moment, a faint "whoosh" sound suddenly echoed from the tomb passage, as if something was lurking in the shadows, signaling an impending crisis.
Lao Hu quickly retrieved his shotgun from his back and whispered urgently, "Everyone be careful; there might be trouble!"
He crouched low and moved forward slowly, his eyes scanning the darkness ahead with vigilance. Zhang Qi also tightened his grip on the long knife, positioning himself protectively in front of the others as his heart raced uncontrollably.
A Ling swiftly pulled out a talisman from her bag and began chanting incantations, preparing for any possible malevolent entities.
Professor Li and Xiao Wang huddled closely together, holding flashlights as they nervously illuminated their surroundings.
The "whoosh" sound grew closer until suddenly, a swarm of bats flew out from the depths of the tomb passage.
They surged forth like a black tide, the sound of their flapping wings echoing painfully in the narrow corridor.
"It's bats; everyone stay calm!" Lao Hu shouted loudly while raising his shotgun to fire into the air.
The gunfire reverberated through the tomb passage, leaving everyone’s ears ringing.
Startled by the noise, some bats flew wildly while others continued to swoop toward the group.
Zhang Qi swung his long knife in an attempt to drive the bats away. He shouted, "Everyone gather close; don’t let the bats scatter us!"
A Ling ignited her talisman, releasing a pungent smoke that filled the air.
Surprisingly, the bats seemed to be quite wary of the smoke, avoiding it at all costs.
"This talisman can temporarily drive away the bats; everyone, follow me!" A Ling shouted.
Under A Ling's lead, the group hurried down the tomb passage, trying to shake off the bats that were relentlessly pursuing them.
However, the bats did not intend to let them go easily.
They chased closely from behind, occasionally a few bats would swoop down and claw at the group with their sharp talons.
Lao Hu had a gash on his face from a bat's swipe, and he cursed, "Damn these things!"
Zhang Qi swung his long knife to protect the unconscious monkey while anxiously saying, "This isn't working; we need to find a place to hide."
Just as the group began to panic, a fork in the path appeared ahead.
"Which way should we go?" Zhang Qi called out loudly.
Professor Li examined both sides of the tomb passage and said, "The left passage has more murals depicting that ancient civilization; there might be clues that can help us escape this predicament. Let's go left!"
With no time to think further, the group rushed toward the left passage, hoping to find a glimmer of hope there and escape the bats' pursuit and the unknown dangers ahead.
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