Legend has it that there is a flower in this world, white and pure, with thin petals that are not transparent, but it was sent to hell because of the baptism of the sun. Its branches and leaves were watered with the flesh of the victims of hell, and the petals that had been pure gradually turned black, and even the buds took the shape of skeletons.

This flower is called Aristolochia and is a cursed flower.

He Yu saw the flowers and aristolochia all over the ground in front of him, and his heart trembled, could this be the legendary unlucky flower? Presumably, the ancestral tomb of the Qingying people was soaked in thousands of years of resentment and yin energy, so that this cursed thing took root here, which is really unlucky. Seeing that this flower is like a gray skull, the appearance is terrifying and abnormal, but I don't know if it is poisonous.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly got up, but fortunately she did not touch the flower horse aristolochia, but it was fine.

The fog around me is getting heavier and heavier, and walking in the forest with teeth and claws is like a wet feeling. The night owl from nowhere, with its bright green eyes, hung on the branches, and couldn't help but shudder at the skull flowers everywhere.

Seven large mottled stone pillars are erected around the tower, and they are dotted with cartouche-shaped clouds, like seven giants guarding the tomb. He Yu quickly scanned it, and the words on it were still recognizable, they were all supernatant characters, but the content was treacherous and unpredictable.

He didn't want to delay much here, and went straight to the gate of the Black Tower with a fire. The gate of the tower was very magnificent, as high as three people, divided into two doors on the left and right, and the gaps were sealed with red copper and rivets, and only a broken lock was in the middle, which was also cobwebbed.

The left leaf of the tower door is engraved with a peeling yellow circle, and the right leaf is a black circle and countless black dots, arranged in an orderly manner like a fish's teeth. However, it is not difficult to understand that Qingying is a family that advocates the sky, the left fan is painted with yellow light, which symbolizes the rising sun, and the right fan is all large and small circles, representing the sunset and night stars. This notation is also common in other Qingying ancient books, and is not unique to this place.

However, the things under the yellow circle and black dots made her heart go up and down.

There is an inscription engraved on it, the words are sharp, and it is simply explained that this tower was built by the ancestors who died in the battle of Qingying, and once it is closed, it will never be opened, and no one or anything can disturb the spirits of the ancestors. Reading between the lines, the intruders are warned not to open the tower door, otherwise they will be cursed with the most vicious kind, and they will never be at peace, or even make it out of the tower alive.

The night owl was cooing behind her, and the green eyes were fixed on her back, as if warning not to open the door.

He Yan read these inscriptions three times, and was silent for a moment, her calves and stomach trembling slightly. She wasn't a strong person, and she wasn't very smart, and she didn't know if the inscription on the door of the tower was frightening. However, at this moment, Shen Xuan, Rong Xiao Geqi, and Elder Utu ...... Everyone is at stake, and there is no other way but to take the risk themselves.

She took a deep breath and felt the cold rock wall of the Black Tower, knowing that she was hovering on the edge of hell.

Who knows I won't go to hell?

She gritted her teeth, sacrificed her pair of wooden swords, only to hear a loud "pop", dusty, and the tower door was opened like this.

He Yan subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, but the tower mouth of the black hole did not have any venom and poison arrows to hurt people. She blew some of the torches in her hand and leaned over into the Black Tower.

The tower is airtight, and the smell of corruption waives on the face. The torches crackled and flickered with this rotten gas, and suddenly the flames turned turquoise. There is only one living person in such a desolate and gloomy ancient tower mound, how can she not be afraid, she only feels that her back is soaked, and she is always on guard against the fierce ghosts that suddenly appear in front of her.

The oncoming stone steps were narrow and claustrophobic and thick with a layer of dust, leading to a small shadow wall. He Fei played the drum in his heart, carefully bypassed the shadow wall, and found that there was a black stagnant water behind it, and in the center of the stagnant water sat a big-bellied stone man with a bloated face, and a flower aristolochia actually grew on the navel of the stone man.

The dome is vaulted, and the frescoes around it are arranged in a ring, as if in an impermeable ball. He Yu couldn't find the next step left and right, and groped around on the mural, and found that there were many ancient heroes with teeth and claws painted on it, and next to them were piled up wearing the heads of prisoners of war who symbolized victory, the center of the universe, the burning brazier, and self-sacrifice...... The scenes are bizarre and difficult to explain with common sense.

He Yu looked at it carefully for a long time, and it turned out that this place was called the Confession Gate, which told the story of the goddess Ya'a, who was tortured and killed. The eyes of the goddess Ya'a on the mural are deliberately decorated with pale green, and the sun and moon are upside down, and the bones are piled up, all of which describe the incomparable power in the goddess's body.

Then the mural turned, and the boundless waves swallowed up the goddess Yaa, and a yellow-green thing curled up the mountain from the sea, fading more and more, and gradually disappearing into the sky. Countless people on the ground chased the green light, not hesitating to fall into the sea, and the frenzy could be clearly felt through the murals.

He Yan stared at it for a long time only to feel dizzy, as if he also wanted to chase this green light. The mural seems to have some kind of evil force that can take away people's minds. She secretly screamed that it was not good, and burned her fingertips with flames ruthlessly, and the severe pain made her wake up a little.

She remembered that Elder Xun, Elder Utu and others were also so fanatical when they heard the word Yaoqi, and I was afraid that the green light on the mural was Yaoqi. She walked a few steps quickly, and the last coral-colored thorny oyster shell read: As long as you pull out the flower aristolochia on the pot-bellied stone man, the next level of confession will naturally appear.

There is also a line of small words that deliberately warns that the flower aristolochia that has been pulled out must not fall to the ground again, otherwise it will be the time of disaster when it lands.

He Yan pinched his arm, thinking that this tower mound is very evil, it is better not to easily violate its advice, he only went to the top floor to extinguish the light and left immediately. It's just that there is always a desire in my heart that keeps haunting me, if Yao Qi is hidden here, and there is no one here, can I keep it for myself?

Suddenly, she was frightened by this thought of herself. Since when have I ever admired this nothingness like this? Could it be that the so-called Yao Qi really has the magic power to deceive people's hearts? At that moment, I closed my eyes and recited the mantra of death several times, and it took a while for me to feel that my mind was slightly clearer.

At that moment, she pinched a trick and plucked the flower aristolochia on the navel of the stone man. Fortunately, although the strange flower looks terrifying, it doesn't seem to be very poisonous. She was relieved for a moment, and then the stone door slowly opened, and the next spiraling stone staircase appeared in front of her.

The stone steps are still narrow and cramped, and even the number of steps is the same as the previous one, and soon the second level of confession will be reached. He Yan walked in fear, secretly complaining in his heart, there are still six whole layers, if each layer hides these evil things, I'm afraid I will really not be able to support it.

The vicious curse at the stone gate suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, did she deserve to die here today?

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