The portrait in the photo is ninety percent similar to Zhu Yu, and at first glance it looks like he is standing there in a Qing Dynasty official uniform. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A certain string in Wu Xi's heart was broken with a "bang", and she felt an unprecedented fear hovering in her heart, ready to land at any time, hitting her fragile inner defense line to the ground.

The truth seemed to be right in front of her, but she was timid enough to escape, if it weren't for the increasingly heavy rain outside, she might have left this small space and ran outside to seek her own shelter.

A white dove flew over against the roof of the house opposite, "Yunting? Wu Xi screamed, she looked back, and sure enough, Xu Xing was following it quickly along the road, and they were silently moving forward and backward, as if they were following someone.

Wu Xi ran into the pouring rain without thinking about it, and she used all her strength to follow the figure in front of her who appeared and disappeared in the pouring rain, and followed him in the rain and fog one trip after another. Finally, he stopped outside a park.

Wu Xi recognizes here, this park is the imperial palace of the Qing Dynasty, located in the western suburbs of D city, and is bustling with tourists on weekdays. But today, I don't know if it's because of this sudden rainstorm or some other reason, the whole garden looks very deserted, it is shrouded in a thick air, like a full ink painting.

Xu walked to the base of an uninhabited wall, looked around vigilantly, and then jumped into the wall with a flip. Wu Xi saw that he had disappeared, and hurriedly bought a ticket and walked in from the main entrance.

There are as few people in the park as there are outside, and only three or five tourists hang out inside with umbrellas. Wu Xi brushed her wet hair from her eyelids, endured the cold of her clothes, and carefully searched every corner of the garden, the rain dripped down her fingertips, and the thin water on the ground merged into a stream, flowing into the vast blue water in the middle of the garden.

A muffled thunder swept through the air, scaring Wu Xi into a tremble, and then a thrilling white light flashed from the sky.

"It's scary." A pedestrian next to her said.

After he reminded him like this, Wu Xi suddenly felt that something was not right, how could that white light just now be lightning? Isn't lightning supposed to predate thunder? So it's ...... She jerked her head up and ran towards the source of the white light.

I don't know how long she ran, until the wind and rain around her gradually smoothed out, Wu Xi slowed down, she walked through a corridor, and came to the door of a small courtyard.

The courtyard door was slightly closed, and the rusty lock on the door fell to the ground, this must be a courtyard that is not open to the public, but just now, someone should have broken this lock in order to break in, who could it be? Xu Xing? No, it doesn't have to be this way with his kung fu, so, is it a tiger girl?

Wu Xi didn't have time to think so much, she gently pushed open the door and flashed into the courtyard.

The courtyard must have been abandoned for a long time, and the weeds were more than half a man's height that covered the strange boulders in the grass. She followed a winding path, skirted a rockery, and finally reached the inner courtyard.

There was no one in the inner courtyard, except for a main hall and side halls on both sides, only an ancient well on the west side of the courtyard remained. There is no plaque showing its name on the main hall, and there is no gallery painting next to the main hall that the royal family has always liked to decorate. The whole garden looks cold and desolate, like a palace man who has been neglected for a long time.

"Smack." The sound in the well caught her attention, and Wu Xi took the horn and walked towards the ancient well covered with moss. She slowly approached the mouth of the well, leaned forward slightly, and carefully observed the situation inside.

The well was narrow enough for a man to climb into, and the walls were filled with slippery moss, but there was no water in it, only a puddle of water left by the rain. Presumably, after years of neglect, it has long become a dry well.

A white shadow slammed up from inside, making Wu Xi take a few steps back in fright, and when she saw what it was, her heart was suddenly tightened.

"Yun Ting." She lunged at it, gently holding it in her hand. Yun Ting's white feathers were messy, and they were stained with bright red blood. "You're hurt?" Wu Xi anxiously examined its wounds, but Yun Ting's body was intact, it seemed to have just exhausted all its energy, and it was extremely tired.

Wu Xi put it in the grass next to it, and then folded back to the ancient well, if the blood stain on Yun Ting's body was not its own, then whose blood would it be? Xu Xing? Her heart burned as hot as a fire. Without thinking about it anymore, Wu Xi raised his legs and walked into the wellhead, clasped the wall of the well with his hands and feet, and climbed down little by little.

There was a sudden sound of rustling at the bottom of the well, Wu Xi pricked up his ears and listened carefully, the sound was very soft, as if the clothes were rubbing.

She lowered her head suddenly, and saw several people lying on the wall of the well a few meters away from her, who were dressed as palace maids, looking at herself with their heads up.

As soon as she was nervous, her already sore hands and feet couldn't hold it anymore, and her right hand holding the horns slipped and the whole person fell down. Seeing that the palace maids in him were getting closer and closer, Wu Xi quickly inserted the horns into the cracks in the wall of the well, and finally stabilized the downward trend temporarily. However, before she could catch her breath, there was a sudden chill on her ankles.

Wu Xi looked down and saw that the palace maid closest to her was looking at her with a pale face, and her dry fingers had already grabbed her ankles.

"Yanyan, salivating at the end, Zhang Gongzi, see you at the time. Wooden door Canglangen, Yan Fei came, pecked the emperor's grandson. The emperor died, and the swallow pecked the arrow......" Her lips moved slightly, humming the same ballad as the tiger girl.

Suddenly, Wu Xi's feet sank, and the whole person pressed down towards the pale faces below. Fortunately, in the panic, she did not forget to pull out the horns on the wall of the shaft, so when she fell into the cold and suffocating figure, she waved the weapon in her hand back and forth to her side in a panic, trying to get rid of the fingers that they scrambled to reach out to her. She didn't know if she had stabbed the pale and limp bodies, but after a few minutes, there was a sudden return to tranquility around her, and she finally passed through the mossy wall of the well, and fell heavily into a puddle of muddy water at the bottom of the well.

"Hee-hee-......" a familiar laugh drifted through her ears, and then a faint shadow hung overhead, "Sister, let's meet again." ”