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  I don't know what Passerby A and Little Dragon Girl are thinking about right now, but all I can think of is that before the medicine wears off, I need to find the bottle of oil, meet up with Fatty, leave this damned place as soon as possible, rush to the hospital. Although I've seen a lot of life and death in these two years, it doesn't mean I want to die.

  As I thought, my movements became faster. The German beauty exaggeratedly praised: "Wu, you're a great strongman, awesome!" I looked at her smile and couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth. What the hell, what kind of timing is this? You can still smile, didn't you hear or understand my conversation with passerby A just now? Your Chinese level shouldn't be that bad, right?

  "Ah, polite, I'm born with strength." I casually fooled the German beauty and didn't speak again, bowing my head to clean the stone wax on the wall.

  Shale wax is a relatively rare thing, and its processing method has long been lost. In modern times, there are also some shale wax made from lime powder and oil wax, but it's just a name. The real shale wax has high density and hardness. It is said that a human mummy wrapped in authentic shale wax was once unearthed in Hunan Province. The body inside could only be opened with an electric saw. Archaeologists cut open the shale wax to observe the degree of decay of the body inside, but found that the body was lifelike. However, after leaving the shale wax, the body quickly showed signs of rot due to oxidation.

  Although the effect of stone wax is good, in ancient times, emperors and generals did not want to be wrapped in wax like a cocoon after death, so this burial method was rarely seen. The two unearthed stone wax figurines were both merchants.

  The walls of this stone room are all sealed with stone wax, and there must be something extremely obscure hidden below, perhaps even a way out.

  At this moment, my muscle strength is particularly strong, and the speed of cleaning the stone wall is almost on par with that of a passerby. With the joint efforts of the three of us, soon all three walls were exposed. Under the light, the cleaned wall was a dull gray, and no marks could be seen. But when the flashlight was turned off, the entire stone wall was surrounded by fluorescent rings, with figures on it, in the visual radiation, as if entering an animated film. The picture is static, but the characters seem to have come alive.

  I was shocked by the scene in front of me, this stone room is not big, and the content of the murals is not much, but it is absolutely the most shocking scene I have ever seen so far.

  After the shock, I started to look at the murals on both sides. On the right-hand side, which should be the first of all the murals, there are people with smiles on their faces building houses. In the sky, sometimes the sun is shining brightly, and sometimes snowflakes are floating gently. These people never stopped working, and finally, a magnificent city was born. The outskirts of the city have a large river winding through it, with women washing clothes by the riverbank, and in the distance, there are rolling hills, flat plains, and countless cattle and sheep.

  This is a true historical painting, almost reproducing the life style of the Western Regions people thousands of years ago. The geographical environment and landscape depicted inside will absolutely make today's historians stunned, because until now, people have thought that ancient Western Regions belonged to the plain area with few mountains and little water, but now this concept has been completely overturned by the mural in front of us.

  The mountains, lakes and grasslands depicted above have turned this place into a paradise on earth.

  Immediately after the city was built, the first ruler of Jabada held a grand celebration. The massive army guarding the city marched in from the newly built city gate, riding tall horses. From the painting, it can be seen that this first ruler of Jabada is extremely tall and thin, almost to the point of being terrifying. His height is almost as long as a centipede, making him look like he's not even human. Who would have thought someone could grow up to be so tall?

  Next, the second mural connected to it is the war-themed mural I saw earlier. The third wall on the left has a very strange painting style, with the entire wall painted black with fuel, apparently the painter wants to express an extremely dark environment.

  There is no sun, no moon, and no stars on the mural. There isn't even a grassland or a mountain range, just a vast expanse of dark emptiness.

  This strange mural immediately caught the attention of the three of us, because at the top of the mural, there were a few words in a font very similar to that of the Sutra of the Dead, which should be the Ghost Language.

  I turned to ask the German beauty, who was also a junior sister of Dr. Zhang's, if she could understand it at all.

  "What's written on this?"

  The German beauty shook her head and said, "I don't understand."

  Just as I was about to give up, a passerby suddenly spoke out in a low tone: "Eighteenth floor."

  What?

  I didn't react for a moment, and just as I was about to ask, I found that passerby A seemed to be very concerned about the content of this mural, staring motionlessly. I couldn't help but study it too, and at this time, I suddenly came to my senses. This dark-filled mural depicts the underground, it's an underground scene.

  The figures in the painting are blurry, depicting a scene of working in dim light. Some of them have ropes tied around their bodies and are climbing on the dark mountain wall, as if carving something. Some people are carrying wood, walking with difficulty in the darkness, their faces filled with sorrow.

  When the mural was about to reach its end, the scene suddenly changed. A storm swept across the sky, and outside the city of Jabda, a large army gathered, as if a powerful force was about to attack the city. However, inside the city, there wasn't a single person.

  My heart skipped a beat, and I vaguely felt that a huge secret was right in front of me. Suppressing the pounding in my chest, I quickly went to read on.

  The people of Yabuda did not disappear, they gathered outside the temple square, in the center sat a person with disheveled hair, gesticulating and seemingly saying something. Then, the mechanism behind the temple opened, and all the people, like dark spirits, lined up silently and walked towards the passage below.

  The last mural, the old man held a box about half a meter long in his hands, with a solemn expression on his face, he was in an extremely dark place, and finally, he put the thing into a coffin.

  Then the coffin was lifted, and all of Jabada began to walk into darkness, going down as if on a spiral staircase, further and further down. With each step, a line of text appeared, until finally everything became blackness.

  What does this mean? What do these murals want to express?

  Who is the army surrounding Jabuda city-state?

  The people of Yabuda carried that huge coffin to where?

  Why is there no revelation at the end of the murals? Did they leave with their coffins?

  My mind was a jumble of confusion, with a multitude of questions flooding in. What was that long box-like thing that seemed to be in a coffin? Why did I feel like I had seen it somewhere before? Damn it, where had I seen it before? Why couldn't I remember anything about it?

  I subconsciously looked at passerby A's reaction, he suddenly blurted out a sentence, saying something about the 18th floor, could it be that he understood what was being expressed in the mural? I was just about to ask him, but found his hand clenched into a fist, the lines of his jaw subtly twitching, seemingly extremely agitated, yet trying hard to restrain himself.

  In an instant, my heart skipped a beat, could it be... that what passerby A was looking for was the thing inside that coffin?

  What about the oil bottle? Is he also looking for that thing? I've been in Yabuda for so long, and except for that snake with a human head, I haven't seen any information about him. At this moment, I couldn't help but doubt whether my speculation was wrong, or if the oil bottle had really come here, or... would that snake be just like the blood corpse here, just an illusion between me and Fatso?

  It was as if my brain was too muddled, the blood in my body was boiling over, and I had a faint urge to resort to violence, like wanting to get into a fight. At this moment, passerby A suddenly spoke up: "This is a diagram of the construction of the imperial mausoleum of Yabuda."

  Mausoleum?

  I was stunned and went to look at the mural again. Combining what passerby A said, this dark-toned mural suddenly revealed many clues to me. Firstly, the location in the mural seemed to be underground. Secondly, the people inside looked very sorrowful, as if someone important had passed away, which could make a whole nation show such expressions. Either their country was destroyed and their homes were forgotten, or it was that their beloved ruler had passed away.

  In ancient times, some small countries required all citizens to wear mourning clothes and grieve when a monarch or ruler died. If someone did not comply and showed a smile or other disrespectful behavior, they could even be sentenced to death.

  All the people in the mural not only looked sorrowful, but were all working, some holding chisels, some holding torches, some pulling ropes, and some carrying heavy loads on their backs, looking like they were building a large-scale project.

  As soon as I thought of that last coffin, I immediately understood. Isn't this the construction of a mausoleum? A national project to build a mausoleum, if not an imperial one, what else could it be? Then, in that coffin, apart from that long box, was there also the body of the ruler of Yabuda?

  So where is the imperial mausoleum built in the mural? Will Passerby A go there? Is his goal that thing in the coffin?

  I calmed down and tried to ask Mr. Jia's question: "Where is this imperial mausoleum?" Under normal circumstances, he should be as ignorant as I am, but if he gives another answer, it proves that my guess is correct.

  However, passerby A surprised me. He didn't answer my question, but suddenly pointed to the last mural and said: "The words written on this are 'one layer added', 'two layers relaxed', each layer represents a person's name, the last name is not written, but..."

  Passerby A didn't finish speaking, but I reflected it out. Suddenly, a layer of goosebumps emerged because counting down like this, the last layer is the seventeenth layer, and that coffin was carried to the eighteenth layer. That layer was pitch black, then no one came out from inside again. The tomb in the mural was dug layer by layer downwards, and the last ruler was sent into the eighteenth layer.

  Have these people walked into hell?

  I suddenly remembered the contents of the ghostly jade coffin, which had once recorded that Yabuda's soldiers were all undead armies like ghosts. When the horn sounded, the soldiers came back to life.

  Have these soldiers finally returned to hell?