On the picture scroll, the trickle of water is like a silver belt, winding between the green mountains and crawling into the distance, and the sunset is like fire at the top of the mountain to show half of its head.

Everywhere you look, you can only see the scene in the painting, under the reflection of the candle flame, the faint dusk, giving people countless reverie.

Yan Fan's eyes were smiling, staring at his slender fingers, gently, in the middle of the halo of the picture scroll, he actually pressed down, click, accompanied by a dull strange sound, for a moment, his heart seemed to sink with his fingers, and unspeakable uneasiness enveloped every air.!

Han Li's back is solid, under the dim red light, his handsome face, his eyebrows are wrinkled, there are small beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, his lips are pursed, he does not smile, his sleeves flutter leisurely, staring at the wall, at this moment, he is like a bluestone on a mountain, not moving like a mountain

Yan Fan, raised his head, and was slightly surprised to see that everywhere he looked, the walls, the tight walls, suddenly, cracked a layer of cracks, like a layer of doors, slowly extending to both sides, but in a moment, it revealed a layer of steps, winding down, Han Li's eyes could see, but there seemed to be a faint light under the ground, just right to illuminate the steps of each floor,!

He clenched his fists, his face was delicate, and he smiled indifferently, Miss, you guessed it,"

Han Li, looking back at Yan Fan, frowned, quietly stretched, hooked his lips and smiled, Yan Shaoxia, you are so smart,!

Qin Yan, his eyes looked at the underground steps, reached out and took a candlestick, and walked down cautiously, his white clothes were as dazzling as snow, his long black hair was quietly draped over his shoulders, and his silent beauty seemed to have become the most beautiful scene in this somewhat violent and chaotic world.

Qin Yan, who Han Li saw, took the lead and looked at Yan Fan Dao, it's time to go!

Yan Fan, the famous sword in his hand Qingque was faint, the gray robe gradually blurred, the three of them, walking into the tunnel, walking around, faintly felt that there was wind blowing with the footsteps of walking, hitting the face, with a hint of the dampness of the underground in the autumn evening, the tunnel walls on both sides, dark and damp, it was obvious that few people came,!

The three of them walked silently without saying a word, the candlelight in Qin Yan's hand was burning, the flames were swaying through the footsteps, looking back, the long reflection of the back on the wall was even darker.

The atmosphere was weird, Yan Fan looked at it with his eyes, and said strangely, like such a large-scale soul building group, the walls on both sides should have bows and crossbows and arrows, shooting people who rushed in, how did they walk for so long, except for the endless, crooked and oblique tunnels, it looks like there is nothing?

Han Li on the shoulder responded, maybe we haven't reached the point where we have not reached the core and threatened the builders, or rather, this soul building was built by the ancestor of the shopkeeper of Zhou, he was looking for his granddaughter, and everyone was reaching out to help, it should be impossible for him to put the mechanism and shoot the people who passed by, are you right?

Yan Fan pondered for a moment, and couldn't help but look back at the pitch-black corridor, like a lurking demon, and couldn't help but say casually, maybe Shopkeeper Zhou and his party came in here at all.

Han Li was about to reply, and he couldn't help but see Qin Yan's back as if it was stiff, laughed, and swallowed back the words he wanted to say!

The three of them looked around as they walked, although there were walls on both sides, they still paid careful attention to any traces they had walked by, suddenly, Yan Fan's body froze, and he heard the sound of a sword striking in the distance, and the sound of a man roaring, fortunately, in this underground passage, it was slanting and twisting, and the light in Qin Yan's hand was not afraid of being seen by people in the distance.

Qin Yan, slender jade held a candle, looked back at the two of them, there was a faint smile on her beautiful face, the candlelight reflected her jade-like face, with ruddy snow skin, and a white dress as dazzling as snow, she spit out her ruddy little tongue, covered her mouth with her index finger, and said softly, two thieves, follow me, don't talk, let's go over slowly to see who is fighting, and then make a decision