Tang Zhangwei came out in person, and he asked Princess Suining: "How did Tang Zhaozong talk to you?" ”

Princess Suining said, "Tang Zhaozong talked to my subordinates for a while, and he left in a hurry. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Did you let your subordinates negotiate terms with the emperor?" ”

Princess Suining said: "Yes, scum like Pang Biying has scared His Majesty the Emperor who ignores mundane affairs in the palace. ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "That rotten woman under your command is like a ** Rafflesia, which is a little scary. ”

Princess Suining said: "As long as you don't get used to it, they are talking about business with this rotten person, and they are not afraid of making love with her?" ”

Tang Zhangwei said: "Anyway, I am disgusted when I look at her." "Okay." He said, "I'll start with a few pictures." Wait a minute, I'll install the accessories......"

"I said ...... now"

Lingsifeng stopped. Heron, the barbarian, stood at the entrance of the hallway, facing him, a black sword clutched in a fist the size of a ham.

"You are?" Heron asked vaguely.

"Aha, it's you," said Lingswind, "Heron, huh? Long time no see. What is the wind that blows you? ”

Heron gestured to the suitcase.

"That." He said. Ling Sifeng's long string of words exhausted Heron's brain. Then he added, which was both a declarative sentence and an exclamation sentence, as well as a threat and an ultimatum, "It's mine." ”

"Its owner is a double flower here." Ling Sifeng said, "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't touch it." ”

He immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. Heron pushed the double flower away and reached for the box......

The box sticks out its calves, retreats, and opens the lid in demonstration. In the dim light, Ling Sifeng seemed to see rows of large teeth, as white as the heads of beech trees after drifting.

"Heron," he said quickly, "I have to tell you something first. ”

Heron looked at him bewilderedly.

"What?" He asked.

"It's about the numbers. You know, seven plus one, three plus five, or ten planing out two, you can all come up with the same number. As long as you're here, don't pronounce the number. That way, we all have a chance to get out alive. Otherwise, you will have to die here. ”

"Who is this?" Shuanghua asked. He held a cage in his hand, freshly dug out of the bottom of the box, which seemed to be filled with pink lizards that were losing their temper.

"I'm Heron!" Heron said proudly. Then, he looked at Lingsifeng.

"What?" Shuanghua asked.

"Don't say anything, please." Ling Sifeng said.

He looked at the sword in Heron's hand. The sword is black, and it is better to say that it is black than the color of the tomb. The blade is also carved with very ornate rune decorations. The most striking thing is the eighth shimmer it emits. The sword must have noticed Lingsifeng as well, and it suddenly spoke, sounding like scraping glass with its claws.

"Strange," said the sword, "why doesn't he say 'eight'?" ”

Eight, smack, ah...... The echo rang out. Deep underground, the sound of grinding could be heard in the distance.

The echo faded away, but it just didn't go away. The sound bounced from wall to wall, coming, passing, purple light flickering with the rhythm of the sound.

"You said it!" Ling Sifeng screamed, "Didn't I say that you can't say the word 'eight'!" ”

He stopped, stunned by himself. But the words were out, and the voice followed the previous echo, buzzing.

Lingfeng ran away, but the air suddenly became stickier than syrup: a great magic brewed that he had never heard of. He found himself in painful slow motion, his limbs flashing with Venus in the trajectories of his limbs, outlining shapes in the air.

There was a rumbling behind him, and the huge octagonal stone was lifted by something, holding one edge for a moment, and then slamming into the ground.

A long, black thing swam out of the stone pit, curling up the ankle of the Psychic Wind. He screamed, and then slammed down on the trembling floor. The tentacle rolled around him and dragged him across the floor.

Shuanghua stood in front of him and held out her hands. He grabbed the little man's arm desperately, and both of them lay down, looking at each other. Even so, Lingsifeng was still dragged on the ground.

"What did you do earlier?" He gasped.

"I didn't ...... Didn't do anything......" Shuanghua said, "What's wrong?" ”

"What do you think? I'm about to be dragged into this pit. ”

"Oh, Lingsifeng, I'm so sorry......"

"Say I'm sorry now......"

There was a sound coming out, like the sound of a musical saw.

The force that tugged at Ling Sifeng's ankle suddenly disappeared. He turned back to find Heron crouched on the edge of the pit, swinging his sword into a buzzing black shadow, slashing at the tentacles that were frantically reaching for him.

They crouched on the edge of the altar and watched the wild warrior fight his tentacles.

"It's useless." Ling Sifeng said, "...... The passer will constantly conjure up tentacles. What are you doing? ”

Shuanghua was struggling to attach the cage containing the lizard to the drawing box, which was already on a tripod.

"I'm going to take a picture!" He muttered, "It's a spectacle!" Do you hear that, little ghost? ”

The little ghost who was painting opened the small door, stared at the scene on the edge of the pit for a while, and disappeared into the box. An object touched Lingsifeng's leg again, and he jumped to his feet, stomping on the tentacles under his feet.

"Hurry," he said, "we have to run up there." He grabbed Shuanghua's arm, but the tourist stopped.

"Shall we run away and leave Heron here with that thing?" He said.

Lingsifeng's face was expressionless. "What's wrong?" "It's his job," he said. ”

"That thing is going to kill him!"

"It could be even worse." Ling Sifeng said.

"What's worse?"

"Even if it kills us!" Ling Sifeng logically deduced, "Run! ”

Shuanghua held out her hand again. "Hey," he said, "it took my box!" ”

Ling Sifeng didn't catch any of them, and Shuanghua rushed along the edge of the pit towards his box. The box was dragged across the floor by tentacles, futilely opening the lid and clamping the tentacles. The dwarf began to kick the tentacle angrily.

Another tentacle stretched out from the place where Heron had fought and wrapped around his waist. In the tentacles, it was almost impossible to see Heron inside. Ling Sifeng watched in horror as the warrior's sword was pulled out of his hand and flew to the opposite wall.

"Your spell!" Shuanghua shouted.

Lingsifeng didn't move. He saw a "thing" come out of a big hole. It was a giant eye, and it was looking at him with a hideous look. A tentacle rolled around his waist, and he cried.

The spell came uninvited, blocking his throat. He opened his mouth, as if in a dream, and pronounced the first savage syllable.

A tentacle pounced, like a whip, wrapped around his neck and tried to strangle him. Lingsi Feng stumbled, breathing desperately, and was dragged across the floor again.

A tentacle waved out, grabbed the drawing box that was moving with a tripod to find a place, and pulled the box over

(End of chapter)