In front of the stone path, the dim light shadow looms, like a glowing ghost fire in the dark underground, mysterious and weird, and revealing a strong ominousness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Cen Kexuan inexplicably gave birth to a trace of timidity, took two steps back, and couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, and was driven forward. After hesitating for a long time, he finally lowered his head and blew out the last candle flame in his hand. Then, with a "pop", the sporadic firelight rolled around on the ground and finally extinguished.

For a moment, it was pitch black around her, and there was no light except for the faint fire in front of her.

She still tried to keep her footsteps as low as she could, walking little by little, so light that it seemed as if her heartbeat was going to drown out the sound of footsteps until she approached the light source. At the end of the stone path, there was indeed another stone door, vaguely opening half a gap, and the sound and light came from this gap.

She stretched out her head slightly, and suddenly saw two people under the flickering lamplight.

- A man was lying on the ground, and a woman was standing next to the man.

The woman grabbed all of Cen Kexuan's attention in an instant. She was born so beautifully, it was a flawless face, her eyebrows, eyes and lips were as if they were moistened with water, and there was an ice-blue butterfly tattoo at the corner of her eye, which became more and more dreamlike. This woman is not as graceful and luxurious as Jinyue, nor is she as arrogant and cold as Huayue, but a real beauty that can deceive people's hearts, but with a little tenderness.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and looked at the man on the ground, and that gaze was also gentle, as if looking at her lover.

"Ahh

This look made her tremble.

Blood! It's all blood! The blood stains on the ground spread little by little, and the man was now covered in blood and flesh, and from time to time he let out a painful roar and moan, he stretched out his hand and groped in the air, squirming his back, as if he wanted to roll and struggle on the ground, but in the end he seemed to be exhausted, unable to make a big movement.

In the end, he could only rest his back on the ground, his whole face up, and there was a hoarse grunt from time to time, but it was much lighter than before.

The woman, as if she had no idea of his pain, was only slightly satisfied with his silence at this moment, and said softly, "Isn't that right. As soon as she had finished speaking, the man, as if stimulated by something, suddenly let out another loud roar, coming from his chest, almost desperate. He propped himself up suddenly, as if he wanted to stand up, but in an instant, his whole body collapsed to the ground, and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

The woman frowned slightly: "If you make such nonsense again, I will be very embarrassed." She pondered for a moment, then took out a porcelain vase with a golden pattern from her sleeve, opened it carefully, and said softly, "If someone finds out, I will be in trouble." ”

The man whimpered and opened his mouth when she tilted her wrist and the liquid from the porcelain bottle dripped into his mouth.

Suddenly there was a "smack" sound in the air, and a wisp of green smoke instantly came out of the man's mouth, and the surrounding flesh and blood melted little by little, and even the white bones of his chin were gradually revealed, and there was a strange smell faintly in the stone room, like rancid smell and burnt smell.

But the man did not die, but as if he had stiffened, he stared at the top of his head in a daze, and his eyes were empty and dead. He still kept his mouth open, but he could no longer make a sound. And his limbs were still squirming weakly, as if he wanted to make some struggle, but maybe he was only acting unconsciously.

Cen Kexuan covered her mouth, her fingers trembled, she wanted to lift her legs, but found that her legs were weak, so she had to retreat a little against the wall, and when she was completely hidden in the darkness, she finally turned around and flashed a fork and ran away.

Twisting and turning, like a fly with a hooded head, I don't know how long I ran around, and finally fell to the ground with my feet and buttocks.

It's pitch black, and there's no end in sight. This basement was so big that she didn't see an exit after running around for so long. There are only endless stone paths, endless darkness. She squatted in a dark corner, looking at the countless black forks in the four directions, only to feel like a terrifying bloody mouth, just waiting to devour her.

She hugged her body, tears dripped down her eyes little by little, buried her head in her knees, and was afraid in her heart, so she murmured, "Brother...... Brother...... Where are you......" She trembled and wept, not daring to trespass for a while.

It wasn't until he was tired of crying that he calmed down a little and knew that he had to explore his own way out. She scrambled towards the place where there was fire, and when she saw that there was no one, she took a candle from the lamp on the wall and turned into a fork in the road on the left. As she went deeper, her mood calmed down a little. Side-by-side doors appeared in front of her again, and she walked into one of the rooms and found that there were many clay pots inside, filled with water, which felt a bit like a cellar.

Suddenly, something moved under his feet. She let out a scream and fell to the ground, shattering a jar behind her. Picking up the candle flame in a panic, he saw a rat fleeing in a hurry, and after getting into the stacked clay pots, he disappeared.

A false alarm! Cen Kexuan stood up, only to find that his hand had just pressed on the broken clay pot, and blood had oozed out, mixed with some unknown water in the clay pot, and he approached his nose and smelled it, the smell was strange. She didn't care about it, she rubbed it on her clothes, and when she saw that it was almost clean, she left the room and continued walking.

There were some stone rooms on both sides, which were very dark and silent, but Cen Kexuan had no intention of taking a closer look. After walking a distance, there was no road ahead, but a smaller door, and there was a thread between the cracks, and it seemed that the voice of someone could be heard.

Could it be that woman? She hesitated slightly, but still cautiously leaned against the door, holding her breath.