Fang Xian did not speak.
The moment he saw the mural, he seemed to be immersed in it.
It seemed to be a mural left behind by primitive natives. The content was very simple.
A group of small people that looked like matchsticks, holding weapons, faced the sea, and pushed something down.
In the sea, a huge object was drawn with black strokes. It was like a mass of darkness, but also like a monster.
Because the lines were too rough, it was not clear what the monster looked like.
"Is this a battle? Or … a sacrifice? "
Vedaly pressed the shutter and took a picture.
"Who knows … The beliefs of the natives are very strange. Ancestors, the Force of Nature, or ferocious beasts … they could all be objects of worship … I think it's a depiction of a hunting scene. They might have seen a giant whale. It's very likely that the ancient people saw this creature and worshipped it as a god."
Roger analyzed.
It was obvious that he was different from the ordinary boorish crew members. He seemed to have received some education.
"I think … this is a very primitive whale hunting map!"
Another passenger expressed his opinion and looked at his companion. "Luca, what's wrong?"
"I … have a headache!"
His companion was a man with brown hair. At this moment, looking at the mural, the muscles on his face began to twist bit by bit. "The scene here doesn't seem right … They … They're alive … Listen … The sound of the waves, there's a call mixed in …"
"You've heard enough, Luca."
At this moment, a palm reached over, blocking Luca's view.
It was Fang Xian!
He could see that there was nothing special about this person called Luca, but his perception was a little on the high side, and he had sensed the hidden message in the mural.
For ordinary people, this was not a good thing.
In fact, following his description, it formed a 'signal', causing the 'abnormalities' on the island to become even more intense.
In the distance, dark clouds gathered, and the color of the sea became even darker.
It seemed that in the depths of the sea, the entrance to an abyss had opened.
Hualala!
The waves rolled, and there seemed to be black figures being washed up from the bottom of the sea.
They were rotting corpses!
"Ah!"
Luca screamed and pointed at a corpse. "That's … that's me! I will die! I'm already dead! "
Fang Xian looked over and found that although the corpses were somewhat swollen and rotten, they could still be roughly identified.
Some of them were dressed as seamen, and some were passengers.
It seemed like they were the batch of people who had arrived on the island.
This was a strange phenomenon that could not be understood!
"The power of darkness … is even more turbulent …"
He thought to himself, But the darkness that shrouds this island isn't particularly strong … In terms of status, it's probably about the same as a bird with broken wings, far inferior to the primordial ruler …
"Are these … illusions? Or a curse? What will happen if I come into contact with my own 'corpse'?
Fang Xian stared at Lucca.
The gentleman seemed to have fallen into a state of madness. He found his own 'corpse' and tried his best to turn it over.
The corpse indeed had his face, but it was covered with a layer of scales, like a half-mutated monster.
"What … is this?"
Luca was startled. Just as he was about to leave, he discovered that a layer of keratin had appeared on the back of his hand, piling up into the shape of scales.
"No … no …"
He cried and scratched the back of his hand so hard that it was bleeding.
The wound quickly rotted and oozed pus.
Fine scales appeared on Lucca's face. His expression changed, and he fell to the ground, becoming a rotten corpse.
This incomprehensible scene caused Vidaly's camera to fall to the ground, breaking into pieces.
"Don't touch those corpses, don't look them in the eye, it's a manifestation of a curse!"
Fang Xian shouted.
At the same time, a series of exclamations came from the nearby exploration teams. Clearly, someone had been cursed.
"No, no, this is Demon Island, I want to go back, back to the ship."
Roger clutched the shotgun tightly as if he was holding on to his last hope.
"It's no use, look …"
Fang Xian pointed at their lifeboat, which was already filled with corpses. If they wanted to save the boat, they would have to come into contact with the corpses, or they might die directly like Lucca.
"Let's meet up with the others first."
He grabbed Vedaly's hand and joined up with Eric's team.
"Xilei is dead!"
Eric's expression was very ugly. "This is a super large-scale curse … it's completely beyond my ability."
Even if he was the Rookie King, he was still just a rookie.
The situation here was enough for the Secret Keeper to send elite or even legendary investigators.
"I found a mural over there. What about yours?"
Fang Xian asked.
The situation was urgent, and Eric did not mind revealing some abnormalities. "There are also murals on the reef here. I think it's a sacrifice to a 'deep-sea monster' …"
"If there were originally natives living on the island, one day, they encountered a monster from the deep sea. They first fought, then lost, succumbed to the power of the monster, and regularly sacrificed to it?" Fang Xian deduced a possibility. "If we find more murals, there might be clues on them …"
"Yes, and we have to leave this beach as soon as possible. More and more corpses are washing up. I won't be surprised if they suddenly move," Eric said half-jokingly.
Soon, Fang Xian, who met up with the others, found two new murals.
They were also carved on the reef, and they were white marks that could not be washed away by the seawater.
The third one was a matchstick man that entered the mouth of a deep-sea monster. It seemed to be a kind of feeding.
The fourth one had a completely different background. It depicted a simple palace with some ripples around it.
"No … this is not feeding!"
Staring at the third mural, Fang Xian suddenly said, "The natives sacrificed to the deep-sea monster and entered its stomach to come to the deep sea … The palace in the deep sea!"
The ripples in the fourth mural represented the bottom of the sea.
Therefore, all the murals were connected to summon and sacrifice the deep-sea monster through some kind of ritual, and the natives entered its stomach, using it as a submarine to enter a secret realm in the deep sea!
"Maybe a true god, the primordial ruler, is sleeping in that secret realm?"
If he did not know many secrets before, Fang Xian would not have been able to deduce this.
After understanding this, he suddenly heard a series of calls echoing in his ears.
"The eternal greatness will never be broken …"
"In the dreamy secret realm of the deepest sea …"
"# @%&$has cast his gaze …"
…
At the end of the three-paragraph sentence, there was a very awkward pronunciation. It was vague, but it should be a taboo name.
Fang Xian felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his level-six necromancer status was trembling.
"That is not an honorific name, but a divine name! The true name of the primordial ruler! The most secret and taboo knowledge! "
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