Six hundred and twenty-two

Glutinous rice sat down on the side of the campfire and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

She wanted to run over there to take a look, but when she looked back at the pillar, she found that it looked like it was not moving, and she did not want to rush forward too eagerly.

With such a hesitation, she had already heard Lou Qianzhong and Ye Fan running to Tang Yunfeng's side, and the three of them didn't know what tools they were looking for, and they had already dug up on the ground. When Nuomi heard this, he felt that he didn't need to go over to make any noise, so he just sat in place and waited. If they really dug up something, they would definitely greet her.

What they most hoped to find was naturally something like the Eye of the Formation. At this time, he suddenly found something buried in the ground, and he was excited for a while, and the three sword cultivators instantly turned into digging guys, picking up the things in their hands high, and in a short time, they had already dug out the things buried in the ground.

"This ......"

Lou Qianzhong seemed to touch the thing buried in the ground, and there was confusion in his voice for a while.

"What's wrong?"

The glutinous rice is far away from them, and I don't know what is going on on their side. At this time, he heard Lou Qianzhong make a strange sound, so he couldn't help but ask.

But there was no answer.

Nuomi listened sideways, and immediately heard that the three sword cultivators had put away their things and were walking towards the campfire.

Sure enough, with just a flick of his fingers, Ye Fan's figure had already appeared in the firelight circle of the bonfire, and slowly walked towards the bonfire. As they walked, they looked down at something in their hands.

At this time, it was far away, and Nuomi couldn't see their expressions, let alone hear the discussion between them. But just looking at the way they walked slowly, Nuomi's heart was already beating, and a bad premonition was born in his heart.

Sure enough, the three sword cultivators slowly approached the back. Glutinous rice saw the look on their faces.

That look can't tell whether it's embarrassment or something else, if you want to say Yan sù, it's not quite, but if you want to say that you have found the key. The expression on his face really doesn't look like it.

Glutinous rice was already a little uncontrollable at this time, so he didn't care about anything next to him, so he quickly ran towards them.

As soon as they got closer, Nuomi had already seen what they were holding in their hands, and they couldn't help but be stunned.

"W-What is this......?"

"You mean that?" That thing was held by Tang Yunfeng, and at this time he shook the thing in his hand, and his tone couldn't help but show a little helplessness, "This is what we just dug up." ”

“……”

Glutinous rice was also stunned for a while, and she didn't know what to do to react.

She watched as the three of them gathered around studying the thing, and leaned in. Only then did I really see what Tang Yunfeng was holding in his hand.

It was an old-looking scroll, perhaps because it had been buried in the soil like that, and it was still stained with a little moist black soil, and the corners were a little worn, and it looked like it had been eaten by insects.

Just such an inconspicuous yellowed old scroll. Tang Yunfeng held it in his hand at this time, which made people feel a little incongruous.

After all, this thing looks good, but it really doesn't look like something related to the immortals. However, just by looking at it, the glutinous rice could already conclude that the worn-out scroll must have been left behind by a monk, and that it had been buried in the soil for a long time.

"This ...... This one...... It's a movie, right? ”

Nuomi asked with some uncertainty.

Lou Qian nodded heavily. "That's right, it's a movie. It's just that the aura is insufficient, and there is no figure on the painting anymore. ”

This is the film and painting that Lu Xianxian used to do when he was in the Thousand Blades Sect. It's just that compared to Lu Xianxian's film at that time, the one in front of him can be described as more ancient, and it is completely a semi-finished product. On top of this scroll. There is only a very vague outline outlined on the drawing paper. Although it is lifelike, it is still light in ink, not to mention the smart shadows that can leap onto the paper.

From the top of this painting, it can be vaguely seen that the painting on it is a man with a very stern face.

At the beginning, Lu Xianxian's shadow turned on the picture with a woman in palace clothes who was exactly the same as in the painting. Compared with the film and picture 1 of that time, this old scroll was simply a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Even so, he couldn't deny the fact that the old scroll in front of him was a shadow.

On top of this dilapidated scroll, there was a faint aura coming out. Moreover, one of the most important characteristics of the shadow painting is that the painting on the top of the picture is not sketched with brush and ink, but through the aura of the maker himself to soak the paper silk, so as to produce his own image on it.

The old scroll in Tang Yunfeng's hand obviously possessed such qualities.

Nuomi looked at the scroll curiously, and although she felt a little inappropriate in her heart, she was not as confused as the three of them.

"Hmm...... Although there is a shadow buried in this place, there is no need to be so surprised, right? Nuomi shook her head, and saw that the three of them still maintained a speechless expression, but she was a little surprised, "Since this Netherworld is a training place, it is normal for a monk from the human world to come. I don't know why he buried his paintings in the ground, but it has nothing to do with us, right? ”

"If that's the case...... Lou Qianzhong also shook his head, his eyes still staring at the shadow, and said, "No." Think about it, what kind of place is this. ”

"Where is it...... Netherworld. "Glutinous rice is obviously a little inexplicable about this problem.

Lou Qianzhong glanced at Nuomi, "I mean this place where we are." If there is a monk who can bury shadows, where are his people now? ”

Nuomi was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed Lou Qianzhong's thinking.

They are now trapped in this place. If a monk ever entered this empty space, there were only two possibilities - he was trapped, or he left.

If the monk had been trapped in this place to death, he would have left some traces. For example - corpses.

"I'd rather he's gone." Tang Yunfeng muttered beside him.

Glutinous rice understood what he meant.

If the monk had escaped, it would have been an encouragement to them. Moreover, if the monk was actually trapped in this place, but did not leave a corpse, it would not be a good thing for them. Is there a place for the corpse after all, or is it in the belly of some ghost?

It's just that this kind of thing, where they hope or expect, can be smooth.

They stood there and discussed for a long time, turning over and over the old scroll and looking at it several times, but they didn't see any clues, let alone any hints left on it, and for a moment, they all felt a little discouraged.

However, they also know that this is not the time to be anxious, and when they see that there is no progress, although they are anxious, they will not be out of proportion. The four of them went back to the campfire, ate a little, rested a little, and then continued to discuss countermeasures.

Their topic still revolves around the old scroll of the film.

Who was the monk up there, did he find anything when he came in, and how did he leave?

This qiē made them can't help but think.

In fact, they already have some ominous premonitions in their hearts. It's just that now that the four of them are sitting together, no one is embarrassed to take this topic out first. After all, the others didn't say much yet. If you express your fear first, wouldn't you be a little weak?

Glutinous rice didn't mind this, but she didn't want to make the atmosphere a little more high.

She actually knew in her heart that this was indeed not a good sign. After all, they will leave their own pictures and bury them in the ground, and in most cases, this means only one - they have no way to leave, and they can't live. can only be in this way, and finally leave his deeds behind, hoping that outsiders will find out.

With such a conjecture, Nuomi could think of it, and the three sword cultivators naturally knew it. People are reluctant to talk about this possibility, precisely because they feel that when they say it, it suddenly becomes a fact.

"We ...... Let's go out and look for it, right? I don't know if there will be any traces left. If the monk had escaped in the end, there would have been some traces left nearby. In the end, it was Tang Yunfeng who spoke first.

There is a bit of self-deception in his statement. But for now, they don't have a better choice. Rather than just sit still and wait for what is going to happen, it's better to walk around and find out what else you might find.

Nuomi also moved, "I'll look for it too." ”

Lou Qianzhong shook his head, "No, you are still sitting in the middle." We went out with torches this time. You look at us and see how we all go. ”

Everyone was stunned.

But it all came to me right away.

Lou Qianzhong began to test what was going on in this blank area that he couldn't get out.

Since they are going around in circles in this place, there is a reason after all. In this case, let Nuomi see how they suddenly came back again, and maybe they can find any clues from it.

Nuomi nodded, didn't say anything, just lit a torch for each of them, and watched them slowly walk outside.

ps：

Thank you Lin Zi and the pain of feeding yourself! Licking! =w=RP