The painting left by the ancient humans burst into flames before everyone's eyes.
There was not the slightest warning.
It turned into a pile of ashes.
Liu Shicai hurriedly asked, "Did you photograph it?"
A staff member behind him said with an uneasy expression, "Yes... but there's nothing in the picture."
On the screen of the camera he held, the middle of the hall was empty, as though the painting that had just appeared had been an illusion. The Superhuman organizations from the other countries were in the same situation. None had managed to retain a photograph of that painting.
Yet the five murals and the writing on the stone wall photographed earlier with this camera remained clearly visible.
Liu Shicai sighed in relief. "As long as we still have most of it. What just happened might have been the power to 'erase' mentioned in the writing on the stone wall. Some people... don't want us to know what happened back then, the truth behind the gap of hundreds of thousands of years in human history."
Smith's expression darkened. "A conspiracy! A blatant conspiracy! Just what kind of existence have we become involved with...?"
Andrei of the Black Bear Organization looked astonished. "Who was the owner of these ancient ruins? Why did he tell us this...? What was he trying to express? Aside from a few pictures and some writing, did he not intend to leave anything useful for those of us who came after him?"
What he wanted most was a Superhuman cultivation technique, to acquire an ability just as they had in the ancient ruins they had explored before.
"Oh! I don't care what happened to humans in the past. I just want humans today to wipe out the zombies and return to civilization. Clearly, these ruins contain