"This king looks at Su Haoyue's temperament, although she is a little bohemian, but it is good for you, if you follow him, it is also a good place to go." Wan Yan Jin.

Liang Chenyue nodded and did not respond.

Wan Yan Jin guessed if she really agreed with his words, and whether she would look for Gu Su Haoyue after leaving him, but she didn't say anything more, it was useless to say more.

This road is like it can't be finished, no matter how you go, there is no exit, it looks like the land is barren, Liang Chenyue wants to leave here quickly, otherwise the strange aura in the air will surround them and they are reluctant to leave, and compared to Liang Chenyue's irritability, Wan Yanjin hopes that this road can be a little longer, long enough that he can remember all the lines on her face.

However, the road always has to be completed, and it will not be as Yan Jin wishes.

At one turn they found an arced arch, made of large blocks of marble, with some intelligible verses carved into the walls, which glowed with a gentle green glow in the dim light.

They surveyed the surroundings and found no traces of any mechanism, it was just an ordinary 0 [ordinary stone door, but the scriptures engraved on it were very ancient, and they couldn't understand it.

"What is the use of these verses?" Liang Chenyue stretched out her hand and stroked the scriptures on it, very puzzled, they didn't find anything unusual on the way except that they felt a little old, but they found some differences on this stone gate.

Wan Yan Jin also glanced at the scriptures, thoughtful. It's not right to say that I haven't seen it, these scriptures don't seem to have any impression at all, but Wan Yanjin always feels familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere.

"If I'm not mistaken, these scriptures should have come from the Desert Smoke Country." Wan Yan Jin suddenly remembered the prescription that Zhen Ai gave him that day, and there were some unintelligible characters written on it, and Wan Yan Jin thought it was a mark made by Zhen Ai, because there were some other text notes written below it. Now that I think about it, I feel that it is very similar to these words, and Zhen Ai's origin is in the Moyan Country, so Wan Yanjin guessed that it should be the font of the Moyan Country.

Moyan country has always been the most magical country, because it has a long history, much longer than Tianchu and Dongyue, as early as a long, long time ago this entire continent was from the territory of Moyan country, and then after a long, long historical evolution, the continent was divided into three major blocks, now led by Dongyue.

There are many magical places in the Desert Smoke Country, let's just say that the thousand-year-old human-faced fruit tree in the Desert Smoke Country has many unexpected places, and at this point, Wan Yan Jin has seen it.

Liang Chenyue frowned, she didn't have a lot of impressions of the Desert Smoke Country, she only knew that the Desert Smoke Country was a relatively quiet ancient country, different from Dongyue and Tianchu, they paid more attention to power and status, they pursued a peaceful life, so many people wanted to live in the Desert Smoke Country, but the Desert Smoke Country was a xxx country, and so far there have been no people outside the Desert Smoke Country living in the Desert Smoke Country.

There was no other reaction when their fingertips touched the green scriptures, Wan Yan Jin and Liang Chenyue focused all their attention on the stone arch, there was nothing strange about this door, but they did not relax their vigilance, the more calm it seemed, the more hidden the crisis behind it.

However, when Yan Jin and Liang Chenyue pushed the stone door with their hands, they found that it was easy to push them open, which was not quite the same as they thought, everything was a little strangely calm.

The stone gate is not heavy, and it doesn't take much force for the two of them to push it open. If the green scriptures they had just seen outside the door were enough to make them think, the scriptures carved on the huge stone tablet in front of them made them even more stunned. Large sections of scripture were carved into the stone tablet, and the flickering green light was even more dazzling, however, this was not the strangest thing that made them feel the strangest part, the most strange thing was that they found that the huge stone tablet resembled an old mausoleum, and although the stone tablet was well preserved, some traces of old age could be seen from the texture on it. If you have to say how long, it should be more than ten years.

However, how could there be a mausoleum in the bloodlight array? Moreover, who exactly hid that mausoleum in the formation, and what was the purpose?

Liang Chenyue and Wan Yanjin were very surprised, and thought that there should be some mechanism behind the stone gate, who would have thought that it would be a mausoleum.

The strange thing about this mausoleum is that the back end of it is covered with the petals of Manju Sawah, which does not look like it has been left for a long time, because the color of the petals is very bright, red enough to drip blood, and even the texture is so clearly visible. People can't help but guess that the person lying in the mausoleum should be a stunning beauty before his life, but it's a pity that they can't see the appearance of that person.

Liang Chenyue's hand gently brushed the surface of the huge wooden coffin, and for some reason a trace of strange feelings welled up in her heart, surging out from the bottom of her heart, spreading to her whole body, making her whole person feel very uncomfortable, and she couldn't tell what it felt.

Liang Chenyue only felt strange, where did this strange feeling come from?

Suddenly, Liang Chenyue's fingertips didn't know where to touch, and the original green inscriptions suddenly turned crimson, if you look closely, you can find that those inscriptions faintly leached out some blood, and in an instant the disgusting smell of blood spread throughout the mausoleum.

Although Liang Chenyue quickly stretched out her hand back, it was still to no avail, and countless red threads as thin as hair floated on her head, slowly descending, forming a gorgeous landscape in the air, so poignant.

A thin red silk thread fell on Liang Chenyue's hand, and a tiny crack was cut on her hand, faintly mixed with blood. The sky was covered with red threads, and I don't know where they fell, but I knew that they fell from the air, and when they fell to the ground, they turned into a small pool of blood.

Wan Yan Jin and Liang Chenyue didn't know what was going on, they didn't touch any mechanism, and this mausoleum was too weird, where did this red silk thread come from, it was as thin as silk, and it hurt people invisibly.

Many parts of their bodies were cut, and the wounds were so shallow that they were too small to be seen. Immediately afterward, the tiny red threads became longer, and the slightest trace of climbing to their bodies made them unable to even struggle. Because the more they struggled, the tighter the threads bound and the deeper they sank into the flesh.

They all had some hidden weapons wrapped around their bodies, and Liang Chenyue took out a dart that was only the length of her index finger from her arm and was about to cut off the filament that tied her hand, but she heard Yan Jin say, "It's useless, I tried." ”

The filament seems to be small, but the tenacity is stiffer than steel wire, how can it be so easily destroyed.