Empress He said to Tang Zhaozong: "I heard that the rotten bones and Biying took refuge in Princess Suining, and I thought it was a joke. In my opinion, how could Princess Suining, who has always shown a good reputation, collude with that shameless woman, now it seems that I was too naïve. ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "Scumbags like Pang Biying are mixed very well in this world, which is really the sadness of history. If I seize Tang Zhangwei's actual power, the first thing I have to do is to destroy this cheap woman's nine clans. ”

Empress He said: "Keep it low, although the emperor is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Tang Zhangwei doesn't know about that woman's evil deeds. As long as Princess Suining continues to protect that bastard woman, she will not be easily cleaned up. ”

Tang Zhaozong said: "I was angry when I looked at that woman. ”

Heron, the barbarian, climbed the stairs silently, the purple of the light so deep that it was almost inky black. His initial confusion was gone - it was clearly a magical temple. Since it's a magic temple, it's no surprise that a lot of things are going on.

For example, in the early afternoon, he rode into the dark woods and found a box resting on the side of the road. The lid of the box opened wide as if inviting him, revealing the gold coins inside. But when he dismounted, and approached it, the box stretched out many legs, ran into the woods in a puff of smoke, and then stopped a few hundred yards away.

After a few hours of stopping, he came to the dark aisle and could no longer find the box. On the whole, the unpleasant carvings and the occasional scattered skeleton that he saw along the way did not frighten Heron, because he was not particularly intelligent and unimaginative; It's also because of the strange carvings and dangerous passages that belong to Heron's daily routine. He's seen a lot of this kind of thing. Heron searches for gold, youkai, or the sad maiden, and lets the gold leave its owner, and the life away from the yokai, so that the maiden can get rid of at least one of the sorrows that plague her.

Look at Heron, who jumped like a cat through a suspicious passageway. Even in the purple light, his skin was still bronze-colored. He also had a lot of gold around him—gold bracelets, gold anklets. He wore nothing but a leopard skin loincloth. He had obtained the loincloth in the steamer-like woods of Howandaran, after he had bitten the skin to death with his own teeth, of course.

He held a black magic sword in his right hand. The sword's name is "Kling", forged by lightning and has a soul of its own, and it cannot endure any scabbard. Heron had stolen it from the impregnable palace of Akamandre in Bituni only three days earlier, but now he had begun to regret it. The sword upset him.

"I'm telling you, the box went down the aisle on the right." Ke Lingqi said angrily, and his voice was like a knife blade scraping a stone.

"Be quiet!"

"I'm just telling you ......"

"Shut up!"

Look at the double-spold ...... again

He was lost, and he himself knew it. Either the room was much bigger than it had been at first glance, or he had gone underground. But he didn't even go down the stairs. Otherwise—he had already begun to speculate—the interior of the place defied the basic knowledge of architecture, and the interior was larger than the outside. Also, what the hell is going on with these weird lights? The octagonal crystal lamps, one buried in the walls and ceiling at short intervals, are unpleasantly coloured and not bright enough to drive away the darkness.

Also, whoever carved these things on the wall, Shuanghua thought with pity, it must have been too drunk, and drunk for many years.

However, it is undoubtedly a fascinating building. Architects must have a soft spot for the number eight. The mosaic tiles on the floor are octagonal; The walls and ceiling of the aisle are angled, and counting them, there are eight sides of the aisle. Shuanghua also noticed that the exposed stones in the places where the mud tiles were peeling off were also eight-edged.

"I don't like it here." The little ghost who drew the picture said from inside the box.

"Why don't you like it?" Shuanghua asked.

"It's weird here."

"But you're a monster yourself. How can a youkai say something else 'weird'? …… I mean, I've never seen a monster anything! ”

"Hey, you don't know," the little youkai said cautiously, looking around nervously and moving its paws restlessly, "there's something." There's something here. ”

Shuanghua stared at it seriously, "What did you say?" ”

The little youkai coughed nervously (youkai can't breathe.) However, every sapient being, whether it breathes or not, has to cough nervously several times throughout its life. The little monster knows that it's time to cough. "Oh, thing. It said sadly, "Evil stuff."

I went around and around, and all I wanted to say was: this is something we can't say, master. ”

Shuanghua shook her head tiredly, "If only Lingsifeng was here." "He definitely knows what to do." ”

"Him?" The little monster sneered, "Wizards can't come here." They can't touch anything related to the 'eight'. As soon as he finished speaking, he covered his mouth with one palm, as if he had made a big mistake.

Shuanghua looked up at the ceiling.

"What's that?" He asked, "Do you hear anything?" ”

"Me? Hear? No! No, no, no! The little monster insisted that he didn't hear anything, and then rushed back to his box and slammed the door shut. Shuanghua knocked on the door, and the door opened a crack.

"Like the sound of stones moving." Double Flower explained. The door slammed again. He shrugged.

"This place is probably going to collapse." He muttered to himself and stood up.

"I said," he shouted, "anyone?" ”

"Why, yes, yes......" replied the dark passage.

"Whoa!" He shouted again.

"Bumping, belching, belching, belching......"

"I know there's someone, I just heard you throw dice!"

"Son, son, child, child......"

"I just ......"

Shuanghua shut up. I saw a sudden flash of light in the darkness a few feet away. The point of light grew larger and larger, and after a few seconds, it became a small figure. Then, the figure spoke. Or rather, Shuanghua felt that he had been ringing this in his ears all the time. It was as if the scream had been torn into narrow strips, fixed in an eternal moment.

By this time, the glitter man had become the size of a doll, hanging in the air, doing somersaults in slow motion, as if he was being tortured. Shuanghua thought to herself, just now she didn't know why she thought of the metaphor of "screaming and being torn into narrow strips...... He wished he hadn't.

(End of chapter)