Murong Qiu opened a secret door with one hand, but the door was at the bottom of the cliff. Originally, the space at the bottom of the cliff was not large, and the middle was occupied by a waterhole, and the road on the side was extremely narrow. Bi Guichen and Uncle Little Ghost glanced at each other, and followed Murong Qiu into the secret door.

Perhaps, as Murong Qiu said, most of these places are buried with many ulterior secrets of the royal family. Murong Qiu drew his sword and walked at the front, and also took out a night pearl for lighting, Bi Guichen walked in the middle, and Uncle Little Ghost was at the end. The trio made their way to the darker underground.

"Strange, this seems to be an authentic way." Biguichen whispered.

"This mountain is not simple, I thought it was a simple royal garden, but it turned out to be not." Murong Qiu chuckled in front.

"Usually the royal family has such a secret, but doesn't the Stygian Country?" Uncle Little Ghost asked Murong Qiu jokingly.

"I really don't know about this, there must be, but I don't even know what the secret history of the Underworld is."

"I do." Bi Guichen suddenly spoke.

"You know?" Murong Qiu was surprised and turned his head to look at her.

"Look at the road ahead." Bi Guichen looked at Murong Qiu with a nervous face amusedly, but there was an uncontrollable curiosity hidden in that nervousness. Also, although it is said that he is the reincarnation of the green dragon, he has also been in the palace of the Underworld for more than ten years in this life, and the people who accompanied him along the way have already been deeply rooted in his bloodline, so he is not curious about how it is possible. However, she said that it was not this, "I said, I know a secret, or a legend, of the Mulian Kingdom. ”

"Mulian Country?" Murong Qiu suddenly lost interest.

"But the legend of the lotus?" Uncle Imp was intrigued.

Bi Guichen couldn't help but smile at the reaction of the two, and turned around and nodded to Uncle Little Ghost. "It is indeed the legend of the lotus."

"But they just passed on the legend of the flower demon." Murong Qiu didn't understand, why are there so many messy legends in this country, and they are all related to flowers?

"The origin of this Mulian country is said to have come from a lotus flower. In ancient times, a hundred flowers bloomed, and it is said that the time of blooming is not clearly specified, for example, the current peach blossoms bloom in March, but at that time, as long as you want to bloom, you can bloom as long as you want, as long as you can hold on. But the lotus flower is extremely intolerant. Therefore, I am often unwilling to open only half a year. The lotus flower has always been noble. But the world is full of flowers, and people gradually forget about her, and she finally can't help but beg the ancestor of the open sky to change her characteristics. The ancestor advised her if she was no longer a lotus. Then there is no noble mind. Ask her if she would like to. She felt that it was useless to have that nature, and when people forgot her, they couldn't remember her temperament. So the first ancestor did as she wished. Turned her into a lotus flower. The lotus blooms undefeated all year round, but the flowers are no longer crystal clear, and people gradually think that she looks ugly, and even has disgust. ”

Murong Qiu was stunned, there are still such flowers? "And then?"

Later, the Patriarch wanted to change her back to her former form, but she refused. She said that most of the decisions made by everyone have no room for reversal, but they are just self-inflicted, and she has to bear the outcome. ”

"What's the end?" Uncle Imp asked.

"When people forget that she is a flower, but she still remembers her original appearance, she wants to concentrate on cultivation and change back to the past, so she keeps growing, until later she exhausts her mental strength and becomes a very big wooden lotus, the petals turn into mountains and rivers, and the flower stems turn into rivers, this is the origin of the Mulian country."

"Is this story true?" Murong Qiu thought about it again and again, and didn't remember that he had heard such a story in ancient times.

"The legends in this world that praise the family and country are all made up by the royal family." Bi Guichen smiled, why is the dignified green dragon so stupid?

"What about the legend of the Underworld?" Murong Qiu couldn't help but ask.

"Naturally, there is, Daoist Murong, you haven't heard of it......

Before Bi Guichen finished her sentence, she smelled a rancid smell, she hurriedly covered her nose, and Murong Qiu also reached out to cover her nose in front, only Uncle Little Ghost sniffed carefully, "There are a lot of dead people." ”

"You say here?" Bi Guichen took out a few medicine bottles from his bag, poured a few for Murong Qiu and Uncle Little Ghost, poured a few into his mouth himself, and then took out a sachet and put it in front of his nose and smelled it, instantly feeling much better.

"No, it's only been a year since the new emperor of Mulian Kingdom ascended the throne, why did he kill so many people?" Murong Qiu raised the Night Pearl, looked ahead, and gasped.

In front of me was a large altar, which seemed to be a little old. On the altar, there were several corpses lying horizontally and vertically, as many as 100 people. Although the altar is old, the corpse has only just begun to decompose, and it has been dead for more than a month at most. It's not ventilated, and if they hadn't strayed in, no one would have noticed. Even in the waterhole, you can't smell the inside.

"This sacrificial platform, I'm afraid it's hundreds of thousands of years old, but this corpse ......," Bi Guichen groaned, "This place is empty, but because it is impermeable, we feel that the taste is big when we first enter." This corpse has only recently died, looking at the state of death, is someone being sacrificed alive? ”

"A living sacrifice?" Murong Qiu frowned, "How can there still be people sacrificed alive now?" This is a great sin. ”

"It does look like a living sacrifice, a living sacrifice in such a secret place, is it a member of the royal family, or is it a ......" Uncle Xiao Ghost relieved himself and felt a chill down his spine. He thought about whether to bring the little demon king back to the demon clan after this matter, the world was too dangerous.

"Let's quit and figure it out." Bi Guichen suggested, "I don't know who is so mad, we should go to the palace to investigate." ”

"Well, ask the emperor if he knows anything."

"And what if this sacrifice is allowed by the emperor?" Uncle Little Ghost doesn't have much hope for the emperor in the world.

"Then you should also ask, and you may find some clues in his answers." Bi Guichen took out an incense stick and lit it.

"What kind of incense is this?" Uncle Little Ghost is strange, the fragrance is very light, but the lingering smell suppresses the smell of corpses.

"Soul-attracting incense, Taoists also use it to take advantage of good fortune." She said, looking at Murong Qiu.

Murong Qiu was speechless at this girl, her bag was like a treasure bag, with everything. He was not surprised that she had this kind of incense in her bag, after all, her divination skills were first-class, and there were many things, which could be seen by lighting incense. Murong Qiu nodded at her, she knew that this girl was in a hurry, so many people died for no reason, and it was actually used as a living sacrifice, even if the emperor of Mulian Kingdom didn't know, this was also a manifestation of the emperor's immorality. But because the emperor first ascended the throne, one year was not enough to fully control the government, and this matter was related to the old emperor.

The three of them decided to go into the palace to take a look, so Uncle Little Ghost turned around and walked in front, and the Night Pearl was in his hands. Murong Qiu took Bi Guichen's hand behind and escorted her out. So far, they have lived and died together several times, and each other has already been branded into each other's blood, breathing together and sharing a common fate. (To be continued......)