But what came to his face was the darkness that could not be seen even more. The pen is fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info is far from the golden light of the imagination.

However, this little disappointment could not dispel his thirst for treasure. So I had the courage to grope forward little by little.

I don't know how long I walked, it was pitch black, and I couldn't tell the time. I only know that I seem to be in a long passage. And the space around him is not large, standing up straight, his forehead can touch the stone slab above. An outstretched arm is the width of the passage.

The ground under your feet is also very wet. He could clearly feel the feeling of his feet sinking into the mud, in different shades.

The passage was silent, except for the creaking of his steps in the mud, and there was only eternal silence.

Zhang Zhenjing is a half-sized boy in the end, and he knows that he is afraid. Especially after groping for a while, the light behind him completely disappeared. And ahead, there is still a never-ending darkness. The fear in his heart was like a surging wave, constantly and non-stop, hitting his mind. And over time, it gets stronger and more powerful.

So much so that he had to mumble to himself, chanting 'Amitabha' and asking the Buddha for his blessing. This made the fear in my heart dissipate a little.

It's just that the Buddha seems to have really heard his heart, so that the endless passage has an end. It's good that he doesn't walk fast, otherwise he has to be sturdy and bump into it.

I endured my excitement and carefully groped around the wall. After touching a certain raised pull ring, he didn't even think about it, and pulled hard.

As if it weighed a thousand strengths, a six-foot-high stone door creaked and creaked. reminded him of the underworld that his father told him when he was a child.

It is said that every time the door is opened, it makes a sound similar to grinding teeth.

But at this moment, he is not afraid at all. I even think it's the most beautiful piece of music in the world. It was really suffocating darkness, and he was too kicked. So as long as he can break the eternal silence, no matter how harsh and terrifying the sound, he can accept it.

A faint ray of light, which almost blended with the darkness, also slipped out impatiently through the gap in the stone door. And as the gap widens, the light also changes from a delicate thin thread to a long oblique tulle.

It makes the extremely dark passage appear a rare light.

Zhang Zhenjing didn't stop for a moment, as if fleeing, and dodged into the stone gate. Because he no longer wants to be in the darkness with no end.

It's a pity that on the other side of the stone gate, there is still disappointment.

It was a basement that resembled a wine cellar, with a wooden cross standing in the middle. Tied to it was a naked young man, with shoulder-length brown hair, his head bowed, revealing only a pointed, unshaven chin.

When his gaze moved down to the big lump of flesh on the man's lower body, Zhang Zhenjing, who was in puberty, was also blushing. That's a big deal! It's twice as big as his father's. I don't know what this man ate to grow so big.

But when he saw the darkness around him, his mind immediately took it back.

Looking around the man again, a dim candlelight tightly surrounded him, just forming a large circle. It is like the seal depicted in the fantasy novel published by the Ming Dynasty. Trap the man alive in it.

If it weren't for the fact that the man's chest was still slightly undulating, Zhang Zhenjing thought that this was a dead man.

Driven by curiosity, he slowly leaned over. Anyway, the other party's hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move, and Zhang Zhenjing was not afraid that the other party would hurt him.

But just one glance, he was startled. Because this man's body is covered with scars. Although they were all scabbed, it was clear that they had suffered heavy flesh wounds from the past.

This reminds Zhang Zhenjing of himself! If he hadn't escaped in time, would he have been covered in wounds like this man?

Looking at this person's scars again, a chill unconsciously rose in his heart. At the same time, he was also grateful for the blessing of Guanyin Bodhisattva, which saved him from the suffering of flesh and skin. And swore that after he went back, he would burn more incense money for the Bodhisattva.

If you have the ability, you can return the temple to the Bodhisattva.

With this in mind, he bent over and tilted his head. Observe each other's facial features up close. It is also a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers! If the more timid people in general, when they saw this scarred body, they would not dare to come closer.

I saw that this person had a high nose and typical white characteristics.

Just closed his eyes, as if he was asleep. The long eyelashes, slightly raised, with a trance-like mist. Or because he hadn't seen the light for a long time, his face was abnormally pale.

Just when Zhang Zhenjing was looking at it, the other party suddenly opened his eyes. The amber-like, dark blue pupils were like a beam of light that traveled through time and penetrated the universe, instantly shining into the bottom of his heart.

"Ahh , Zhang Zhenjing screamed in fright, took a few steps back, and knocked over a few candles. The light in the room also dimmed a little. The darkness that already occupies a large space further eats away at the only light that there is.

Feeling the temperature of the wax oil cooling on the back of his hand, Zhang Zhenjing slowly put away his panicked mind.

But this man is not as surprised as Zhang Zhenjing! just raised his head leisurely, revealing a knife-like handsome face, and looked at him calmly.

After looking at each other for a few moments, the man was the first to speak: "Are you Han?" ”。

"Huh?" , Zhang Zhenjing was surprised, he didn't expect the man to speak Chinese, and he still spoke the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty that was common in Nanyang. This level of fluency has caught up with him, a pure-blooded Han man. He replied with a puzzled face: "You-you-why do you speak Chinese?" ”。

But the man did not explain the reason, but said in a commanding tone: "Quickly release me!" ”。

Zhang Zhenjing was about to refuse, but in the northwest corner, there was a sound of crackling footsteps. When I turned my head, I saw a large candle light coming down. The layered stone steps also appeared in the darkness.

A slender figure was cast on the stone steps, casting a large area of darkness.

As the footsteps amplified, the moving black shadow slowly slid down the stone steps and fell to the flat ground. The darkness around it eroded over in an instant, merging with it.

The man, who was tied hand and foot, stared at the figure that was approaching the room. The pupils also contracted.

If Zhang Zhenjing knew that the kidnapped man was actually an excellent agent of the Ming Dynasty-Chi Yan, he would probably drop his jaw in shock.

(Thanks to the recommended votes of Yellow Potato and Quiet Nerd, and even more thanks to Quiet Nerd for their tips.) I feel very ashamed to go to the local government to receive the subsistence allowance today. So I was very touched to see your tipping. This is your Zhang Zhenjing, have you met you? (To be continued.) )