As soon as Junqiao jumped in, Cheng Zhuming and Liu Wuhe, who were guarding the side, grabbed the stone ring on the bronze door and closed the heavy bronze door with great difficulty. While the crack in the door was slowly closing, the figures of Wuji and Wugong had also been forced to retreat to a visible place at the end of this corridor, and Jun Qiao just wanted to open his mouth to let Cheng Zhuming pause for a while, waiting for them to come in too. But on second thought, this door is not easy to close, if they also come in, no one will drag the rest of the thieves, everyone here will be exposed to the enemy, and all the previous efforts will be in vain.

The human skin on Nameless' face had been cut and peeled off in half, revealing the original essence of the ironwood underneath, and one arm had been removed, but it was still fighting mechanically. Wuji and Wugong's bodies and faces were very badly injured, and almost all of the cyan robes were dyed red with blood.

"Damn, everyone is coming, why is this door so difficult!" Cheng Candleming couldn't help but curse.

Wu Ji caught a glimpse of the situation here with his spare eyes, and finally showed a reassuring smile on his face, and then he turned around and quickly grabbed Nameless, and whispered four words: "Take care of the valley master." Then the pilot used all his strength to throw Nameless into the few remaining cracks in the bronze door, just hitting Cheng Zhuming's face.

"What the hell is this......!" Cheng Zhuming hurriedly hugged the nameless body, and was smashed back several steps by the force that threw him. Bian Zi stepped forward in time, grabbed the door knocker, and roared in a muffled voice, and the bronze door fell tightly with a "boom".

A few other members of the Shanshan faction hurriedly came over with some old chains, locked the door again and again, and filled the cracks in the door with some strange things, almost welding the bronze door and the floor tiles to death.

"Phew—you can rest your mind for a while, at least, we will be safe for a day and a night." Cheng Zhuming wiped a handful of sweaty foreheads and sat down on the steps weakly.

After making sure the door was locked, they began to look around in peace. The place where they were staying now was a rather wide stone staircase leading to the bottom, and it was pitch black all around, except for the few small wind and rain lamps carried by the Random Flower disciples, who were barely able to see. It had apparently not been visited for a long time, and it seemed to have a thick layer of dust everywhere, heavy cobwebs in the corners, and a dense patch of unknown insects in the dim spot.

Junqiao silently stepped forward to help up the badly damaged Nameless, but fortunately, Nameless was a mecha man, and he didn't have any feelings and feelings, and his arm was cut off, but half of the human skin on his face fell off and hung up, which looked a little disgusting.

"Give me a lamp." Bian Zi took a lamp and guarded it tightly beside Nan Yang and Qinghuan, he looked at the group of people behind him, Ranhua Gu Junqiao, Nameless and the four Ranhua disciples; Cheng Zhuming and other five people of the Shanshan faction; and the three people they punished in the north, adding up to a total of fourteen people. He took note of it carefully, gestured to Nanyang with his eyes, and turned back to everyone: "Let's go down to see the situation in the dungeon first." ”

A male disciple who was a messy man seemed to be frightened, and suddenly trembled and said, "What's the use of us coming down...... There's nothing down there, no water, no food, and you can't get out...... If they stay outside and don't leave, we won't starve to death here......"

"And what are you going to do down here?" Bian Zi frowned, sighed and shook his head, "It's a while to live a little longer, how do you know that we won't run into shit luck and find a secret passage or something......"

"This dungeon is all messy, it is used to imprison the wicked, and there is only one entrance and exit like the bronze door, how can there be a secret passage?!" The male disciple raised his voice in retort, and his voice trembled with fright.

Liu Wuhe looked at them quietly, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting.

"You mean to die?" Cheng Zhuming sneered, turned around and sat on the stone steps, "Okay, then wait for death, I really didn't expect that this time it was inexplicably planted in the Valley of Wild Flowers." ”

I don't know who sighed a few times in the darkness, and everyone's hearts seemed to sink again because of the male disciple's words.

Junqiao lost her mind because of the selflessness and uselessness of being locked outside, and for a long time, she pulled Nameless and sat on the steps, felt out some small parts in her waist bag, found a needle and some wires, and silently sewed the human skin on Nameless's face.

Nan Yang's faint gaze didn't seem to be focused, she just sat against the wall, hugged Qinghuan's soft body tightly in her arms, lowered her head and gently rubbed Qinghuan's dusty and blood-mixed side face with her face.

If...... Die here together......

No, Qinghuan won't die.

Can...... She herself ...... after all I still can't escape this catastrophe......

“…… Cough. The man in his arms suddenly coughed softly.

"Master, you see, my sister seems to be ......," Bian Zi squatted on the side while carrying the lamp and whispered.

"Zi take advantage of it, go and help the young valley master...... Valley Master, try to mend the nameless, maybe you will be able to use it in a while. ”

"Hmm." Bian Zi took advantage of the fact that he understood that Nan Yang was deliberately driving him, so he didn't say much, and he didn't ask much, just obediently put the lamp at Nan Yang's feet, and left silently by himself.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Qinghuan coughed twice, and his body gently rose and fell with the coughing sound.

Nan Yang touched Qinghuan's hand, interlocked her fingers under the cover of her sleeves, lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "...... What do you want, Master is here......"

"Water ......" Qinghuan opened her mouth unconsciously, her throat seemed to be wrapped in grit, and she was hoarse.

Nan Yang looked up and looked around, some people were standing and some were sitting, all of them looked uneasy. She looked over and saw that no one was carrying water with them.

Nan Yang lowered his head slightly, without pausing, neatly took out the falling frost and gently swiped it on his wrist.

As she did this, she suddenly had a vague image in her mind of the exact same thing she had done in the Northern Punishment Sword Forge Pool a long time ago. At that time, she cut the blood sacrifice sword in order to forge the phoenix feather sword, just because she wanted to forge the best sword for Qing Huan.

The blood quickly flowed down the cut wrist, Nan Yang gently pinched Qing Huan's jaw with his other hand, made her open her mouth, and then pressed the cut wrist against Qing Huan's lips, so that the blood that was still carrying body temperature flowed into Qing Huan's mouth.

Qinghuan felt the water source, pursed her lips greedily, and then stretched out her tongue to lick the source of the water, then covered her lips and sucked greedily.

Nan Yang put her chin on Qing Huan's shoulder socket, her eyes were half blind, and her cut hand twitched slightly in pain because of Qing Huan's sucking, but she just squinted her eyes and hugged Qing Huan tighter with her other hand.

“…… What more do you want? Say ...... Master"

"Hmm......" Qinghuan's lips were still covering Nan Yang's wrist, but the sucking action suddenly eased a lot, although she was still unconscious, her eyelashes suddenly trembled violently, and the corners of her eyes overflowed a little wet, and a little crystal was about to fall off.

"Silly boy." Nan Yang hooked the corners of his mouth forcefully and kissed Qinghuan's shoulder gently.

Junqiao, who was almost hidden in the dark, looked at Nanyang not far away in a daze, and could see the gods.

Nameless's eyes rolled, he looked at the half-sewn human skin on his face, and said bluntly: "Valley Lord—"

"Hmm...... Well? Junqiao came back to his senses, blinked his slightly sore eyes vigorously, and smiled a little reluctantly at Nameless: "What, tie a bow for you after sewing, okay?" ”

"Thank you—the valley master—" Nameless nodded stiffly, and when he nodded, he made a "click" sound with the mechanism around his neck.

"You're welcome." Junqiao smiled, then lowered the corners of his mouth again, and lost his expression.

Bian Zi leaned against the wall on the side, and he didn't know when he was already standing here, he looked down and smiled: "Lord Gu Lord, I don't see that there is still a good interest in sewing bows." ”

"Are you looking for me?" Junqiao continued to sew human skins while replying without raising his head.

"Anyway, now that we're all trapped here, it's better to come and talk to you, after all, you were born to stay in the Valley of Wild Flowers. Isn't there a secret passage in the valley...... The valley owner can't be unaware, right? ”

"There are definitely secret passages, but as far as I can remember, none of the three secret passages in the Valley of Ranflower have passed through this dungeon."

"So what memory does the valley lord have of this dungeon?" Bian Zi squatted down on the side, his fingers crossed back and forth.

"This dungeon was sealed when I was young, and I only know that at that time, there were occasional unfriendly people who came to the Valley of Ranflowers, or passed through the Valley of Flowers, and if they were rude to my father, or did something harmful, they would be imprisoned in such a dungeon."

"That'...... Why was it sealed later? ”

Jun Qiao finished sewing the nameless face, and really tied a fancy bow, the nameless face looked fierce and terrifying because of the terrible sewing scar, but because of the bow showed a touch of incongruous funny.

"I don't know about this, I guess there was a new dungeon later." Junqiao replied lightly.

“…… Well, I got it. Bian Zi rubbed his hands helplessly and stood up. He swept his gaze to the few people from the Shanshan Sect sitting in the other corner, and after thinking about it, he walked towards the group again.

Cheng Zhuming held a miniature version of Sinan's things in his hand, and was concentrating on calculating something. The three younger disciples gathered together and chatted, and a middle-aged man who was obviously older sat at a distance from them.

Bian Zi took a closer look at the group of people and chose to walk towards the lonely middle-aged man.

Liu Wuhe silently raised his eyes and looked at Bian Ziyu, and did not take the initiative to say a word.

"This senior ......"

"I can't afford to be the word 'senior' of the young man, please say something." Liu Wuhe said in a deep voice.

“…… Have you ever been to the Valley of Ranflower before? ”

"Came here a long time ago."

"How long ago was that? Was this dungeon still in use at that time? Bian Zi continued to ask.

Liu Wuhe glanced lightly at the edge of the scene, opened his mouth, and seemed to stop talking.

"Senior, please tell me everything you know, we are trapped here together, if you don't provide favorable clues, we will all die here." Bian Zi said sincerely.

Liu Wuhe smiled suddenly, and whispered to himself: "Huh...... You two brothers and sisters really have the same threatening tone. ”

“…… What the? ”

"I came here fourteen years ago," Liu Wuhe did not repeat his last sentence, and slowly stated as if resigned to his fate, "this is the place where we stand now." ”。