The crows were startled, a gust of sand wind swept by, and the smell of ruin and desolation greeted them. …… I don't know how long it took, the sound of the whistle slowly whipped away, the chaotic footsteps gradually retreated, the rope as thick as a child's arm pulled the huge bronze knocker, and the two heavy stone doors slowly closed along the track, and after the door closed to the end, the people outside would lock the bronze knocker.

The stainless steel chain is a heavenly lock that requires nine keys to be used at the same time to open.

And this key is now lying quietly in the brocade box in the hand of the old witch Zhenlan, and in a while, I will sleep forever in this magnificent grotto palace.

Once the door is locked, the machines will start to kick in, first the huge stone pillars will collapse and hold against the stone door, and then the quicksand will pour down to completely bury the stone pillars.

Even if someone could open the stone gate and move the stone pillars to sweep away the sand, the stray arrows and poison darts that followed would kill them instantly, and they would not be able to enter the second gate at all.

Behind me, there is a second gate, a third gate.

Each door will activate a different mechanism when it is locked.

"The minions wish the Ninth Princess a good journey!"

Looking up at the sky where there was only a line left, the dazzling sunlight penetrated through the narrow gaps in the stone cracks, as if it was far away.

I saw Zhenlan's smug eyes, and I also saw the expressionless faces of the palace maids.

Just as he was about to turn around, suddenly, a white figure broke away from the crowd and rushed towards him.

"Amo! Amo! ”

It was the county lord of Chaoyan, she slammed the two doors that were about to close, crying bitterly, choked up and couldn't say more, just shouted one after another: "Don't, don't!" You're going to let go of Amo! King Xiang is coming, who of you dares to touch the Nine Princesses! ”

The attendants on both sides hurriedly came up to grab her, but Chao Yan refused to obey and refused to let go.

In the midst of hysterical cries, she slammed her head on the stone door and kept bleeding.

The snaking and beautiful blood slowly slid down her delicate cheeks.

I just looked back and smiled faintly, though I didn't know if the sun could see my smile in the dark.

The setting sun shoots through the tiny pores and slowly moves with the trajectory of the west, crawling towards a stone wall with peeling oil paint.

All the roads seemed to grow in my mind, and I staggered forward with the sharp pain like a knife under my feet, and cold sweat was dripping from my forehead.

The long sleep of life and death made me a little sad, but it was irretrievable, so I had to hold on to the stone wall and walk into the grotto step by step, leaving a string of bloody footprints.

"Don't, Amo, don't, I'm begging you—"

This is the last sentence that has stopped in the world.

With a muffled sound, the heavy stone door closed, and all sounds disappeared.

The pearl of the West Sea embedded in the stone wall was faintly lit, although it was unbearable, but it was enough to illuminate the path under my feet.

I walked down the long passage, closing the stone doors one after another, only to find the air thinner and thinner, and my breathing getting thinner.

The sand is soft and pervasive.

As I walked quietly, I heard the sound of quicksand coming from all directions, pouring into my ears and falling on my face, and the sound of sand shook the sky, locking the stone door tightly and cutting it off from the outside world.

No one will know where the ninth princess of Xiliang is buried, and even if the third brother uses gunpowder, he will not be able to guess which of the many caves on the cliff wall of Mingsha Mountain I am in.

Naturally, the air in the grotto is getting thinner.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly became a little scared, and the loneliness and despair that would never be detached like a tarsal bone were as deep as a brand in my heart at this time, and I could never let go.

The sound of the locks echoed in the silence, and the night pearls on the stone walls became denser and denser, and finally became as brilliant as the stars in the sky—behind the third door carved in white jade was my large and magnificent coffin.

An ever-bright lamp swayed quietly with a warm glow.

The inside of the grotto was empty, as if it had been immersed in icy mercury.

All of them are depressed, and the remains of the building stand in the dark.