The moon is too fierce, which is why it was sealed in the first place, once the complete moon converges in the host's body, I am afraid that it will be directly dominated by the moon and lose its humanity forever. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In other words, as Yuan Zhi said, there will be no more Yan Hui, and there will only be a worm in human skin.

"There must be a way," Yan replied, "how can a man be defeated by a worm!"

"You can try, as far as I know, everyone who has tried is dead. ”

“……”

"Do you particularly want me to die, and then take it back smoothly?"

"Yes. The High Priest nodded honestly.

At the end, he silently added another sentence.

"Although you have locked the moon with a golden needle, you will not live long now. ”

"That's not what you want. ”

"But Yesheng doesn't want you to die, so ......" The High Priest had a rare hesitation.

So?

Yan Hui looked at the high priest with a hopeful gaze, even if it is for the sake of half of your night life, find a way to help me.

"So when the three days are up, you can leave the royal city, in exchange, I can give you a "corpse" Gu, she can let you live for ten more days. ”

With that half of the Gu, with the little time left, he left Yesheng far away. Their time is so long, Yesheng will soon forget a girl named Yan Hui.

Thinking of the blue snail worm that was taken out of Liu Xiang's body at the beginning, Yan Hui felt a chill.

It's about letting yourself die a little farther.

That's what it means!

I'll go!

How disgusted you are!

Yan Hui went downstairs angrily with her clothes, she still didn't believe it, God let her wear it here, just to see that she had to die!

A long-legged spider lay on the edge of the door and quietly knotted its web, and the sacrificial tower was deserted, and it was not uncommon for a spider scorpion or something to be there.

But there are one hundred and nine floors in the sacrificial tower, thousands of rooms, why does this spider have to lie on his door!

Yan Hui touched his chin, thinking about it like this, the probability of choosing his own door is indeed a bit high.

Yan Hui took out the fire fold, put it to his lips and blew it, and then approached the one-finger-sized spider, and the flame was reflected on the spider, but it reflected a soft light between its waist and abdomen.

This is...... Bead?

Yan Hui brought the flame closer, and the spider did have a bead tied with a long hair on his waist and abdomen, and it was a prayer bead that was often worn on his hand.

Long hair, rosaries.

Yan Hui used the fire fold in his hand to ignite the spider's web, and the spider was so frightened that it fell from the spider's web and fled along the corner of the wall.

Yan Hui stepped up to follow, but found that the direction in which the spider fled was the door of the sacrificial tower.

Isn't this spider leading the way for himself? Yan Hui was puzzled, and saw the spider stop and look in his direction.

This is a perfect man!

Yan Hui took two steps forward, and the spider crawled forward a few more steps, and as soon as Yan Hui stopped, she turned around and continued to wait for Yan Hui.

If it wasn't that this spider was crazy, then it must be Yan Hui who was crazy, and she actually followed the spider all the way to the back of the sacrificial pagoda.

What are you doing here?

Yan Hui was puzzled, and saw the spider carrying the rosary into the crack in the wall behind the tower gate.

Yan Hui curled his fingers and knocked on the wall, it was good, the brick was very hard, and his hand was very painful.

She stepped on the floor under her feet again with her bare feet, and it was fine, the texture was hard, and her feet were numb.

Not on the wall, not on the ground, Yan Hui turned his gaze to the tower door, the two bronze gates, carved with a huge pattern of worshipping the insect mother.

The Worm Mother (Fat Bug?) with a bronze mask is lying on the throne, and below it are the people of the Southern Regions with flowers, livestock, and wine, and even a row of slaves tied hand and foot with ropes waiting to be sacrificed to the Worm Mother.

The slaves who waited for the sacrifice sighed and looked sad, as if they had thought of their fate, but the man standing at the very end looked behind him.

He had a smile on his face, like he had seen a life-saving straw.

But in the direction the man was looking, there was nothing but a crowd of people passing by with sacrifices in their hands.

Yan Hui's finger fell on the man's eyes, and he swiped all the way along the slave's perspective, and finally when he crossed the grapes held by one person, Yan Hui noticed that something was wrong, as if the grapes were a little higher than the tributes held in front of them.

Yan Hui pointed his finger on the grape, and only heard a "click", and the wall that the spider had previously drilled into turned over like a flap board.

And in the crack of the wall that was one person wide, the yellow spider happened to squat there for a long time, waiting for Yan Hui.

Placing the secret passage on the wall behind the entrance and the mechanism in the painting on the door, the person who designed the secret passage had to be very immoral to design it like this.

But Yan Hui didn't expect that this more immoral thing was still to come, just like the last time he fell from the royal city, this downward road was even better.

And the spider was good, shrunk his legs directly, and rolled down with the rosary bead "bone".

Yan Hui had thought that there was a hidden underground palace under this sacrificial tower before, but she didn't expect that there was a hidden river in this underground palace.

The water in the dark river flowed slowly, quietly hidden into the unknown darkness, and on the dark river was a small boat without oars.

The spider climbed up with the cable, and Yan Hui untied the rope and jumped onto the boat, which had no oars, and she could only let the boat go down the river.

The surroundings became darker and darker, Yan Hui blew up the fire fold again, and when he saw the firelight, the spider moved its little thin legs and hid farther.

Yan Hui smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched the spider over, the spider resigned himself to his fate and pulled the spider's legs, and Ren Yanhui took off the rosary on its body.

The hair on his hands was tough and slender, and Yan Hui smiled even more when he saw this, it seems that Yu Shan has lived a good life under this royal city over the years.

Yan raised his hand and threw the green silk down casually, and his hair flashed with a ghostly light, and quietly sank into the dark river.

I don't know how long it went, the boat seemed to have touched something and quietly stopped, Yan looked back and saw a rope blocking the water surface of the dark river, stopping the boat.

It seems that this is the final destination where Yushan is waiting for him.

The air around it gradually cooled, and the dungeon was already cool, but it was as cold as someone had stored an ice cellar here.

Low temperatures are the nemesis of almost all living things.

Yan was barefoot all the way back, and when his feet hurt when he walked, he simply tore his coat into a cloth and wrapped it around his feet.

Put aside the disheveled clothes for the time being, just saying that my cool beggar outfit can't stand the temperature.

Not only Yan Hui, but even the spider that led the way walked slower and slower, and finally squatted on the ground and closed his eyes and entered a dormant state.

Yan Hui picked up the spider and put it on his head, and he had come all the way, so he could be a companion for the rest of the journey.

The surroundings are getting colder and colder, and the breath exhaled in the end is in a state of white mist, and the road ahead is unknown, Yan Hui rubbed his cold unconscious arm, and still decided to go home.

Anyway, I know the place, so let's wait for her to wear something thicker next time.

Yan Hui was thinking about going back to his house when he heard a distant sound from the ice cellar.

"Is it Yan Yan?"

Yan Hui frowned.

It's Yushan!