The group walked through the pitch-black corridor, passing monster corpses scattered along the way. They had clearly been killed by Du Wentao when he came through.
Murals began appearing on the stone walls on both sides, depicting humans and various beasts. They were quite ancient, their lines already blurred.
Lin Dong and the others looked around as they walked, treating it like a sightseeing trip.
Sun Xiaoqiang noticed that one of the murals was particularly strange.
"Was this really painted by ancient people? Why is there an astronaut on it?"
"Where's the astronaut?"
Curious, everyone looked over and saw that the painting did indeed seem to depict a humanoid figure wearing something like a spacesuit.
"Is that real?"
Yan Siyuan looked astonished. It seemed Xiaoqiang had not been talking nonsense this time.
Sun Yuhang examined it for a moment.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence. There are so many paintings here. There have to be one or two that look alike."
"Not necessarily. These murals were all records left by ancient people, so they depict real events. Humans might have originally been extraterrestrial beings."
Du Wentao continued, "Besides, hasn't the origin of humanity always remained an unsolved mystery?"
"Mm... that makes sense."
Yan Siyuan and the others nodded repeatedly.
Before the apocalypse, these murals would indeed have been worth studying. But now, they had no time to care about such things. Whether they could survive was still a question. They did not care where they came from, only where they were going...
Chen Ming, meanwhile, had no interest in the murals. His gaze kept drifting toward Xiaozhen beside him. Her eyes were still somewhat red and swollen, and she looked pitiful and delicate, like a pear blossom drenched in rain.
"Xiaozhen, are you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry."
Xiaozhen replied casually. Her