Chapter Eighty-Eight: Confessional Doors of the Second to Sixth Levels

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The second level of the tower mound is very different from the first level, and the murals are carved in white stone throughout the body, and under the light of the fire, it is many times brighter than the first level.

He Yan was afraid that she would accidentally knock off the last flower aristolochia, so she deliberately tore off the placket and wrapped a pocket, and tied several knots. With the lesson of the first level, she closed her eyes and didn't look at the murals, found the flower aristolochia left and right, and pulled it off directly.

Thinking like this, I searched for a while, and suddenly saw that the second flower aristolochia was born in the south corner of the dome. He Yi Xi, three times and two times to fly up to pick the flower, the third stone step has appeared in front of him.

She couldn't help but be a little stunned, she didn't want to break through this second layer so easily?

Just as he was about to run to the stone steps, the wind suddenly blew and the torches were suddenly extinguished.

He Yan was suddenly startled, but when she heard the silence around her, it was quiet for a long time, and nothing happened. She let out a long breath, groped her way and squatted down, pressed the wood to the ground and rubbed it for a long time, and with a "poof" the torch burned again.

She blamed herself for being too careless, and was about to stand up when she saw the word "Jizo" on the small piece of wall illuminated by the torch.

"Jizo" is the name of the missing Emperor. He Yan couldn't help but be stunned, and slowly illuminated the entire content of the mural with a torch.

What was written on it made her jaw-dropping.

Killing the father, usurping the throne, seizing power......

In the mural, also in this narrow and gloomy black tower, two children walk arm in arm on the stone steps, talking and laughing, unaware that a bird's beak is followed by a ghost, silently, quietly reaching for their heads. An eye is painted in the dark corner, representing the secret being spied on.

He was terrified, and read the words on it over and over again, convinced that he was not mistaken.

According to the mural, when the emperor rebelled against him today, he assassinated the two little princes, and then turned into a great hero who saved the Six Realms, and naturally took over the position of the next emperor. Later, this secret was discovered by his blood drops, and it was engraved here before his death.

This is the tower mound of the Qingying people, and all the murals are naturally carved by the Qingying people...... So...... Qingying people turned out to be the blood drops of the Heavenly Emperor Jizang in the past?

He Yu only remembered that the seventy-two kingdoms of Yuchuan were loyal to the Shangqing Dynasty and were the most loyal people under the throne of the Emperor. I don't want the relationship between Qingying and the Emperor of Heaven to be so complicated, Qingying wiped out the clan overnight, and I really don't know what grievances and entanglements there are during this period.

She suddenly remembered the lantern and shadow drama "Confession" that she watched in the savage, but its plot and connotation were surprisingly similar to the content painted in the mural. After a while, she shook her head silently, the content on the mural was too dark, and as a citizen of Shangqing, she preferred to believe that all this was a slander against His Majesty.

However, as soon as she stepped onto the third stone step, she suddenly felt a cramping pain in her chest, as if her heart had been hollowed out, which was disgusting. However, this sharp feeling came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace in a moment. He Yan only said that she was too tired to do this, and looked down at the pocket under her, as if she already had two flower aristolochia.

There are still four left. She gritted her teeth.

With this layer of involvement in the Emperor of Heaven, she could no longer stop looking at the murals on the next few floors. However, the torches are about to burn out, and she must reach the spire before it falls into darkness, or she must go out of the tower to find a new source of light, and all her efforts will be lost.

The content on the mural is also becoming more and more bizarre.

The mural implies that after the Emperor Jizo killed two sons and usurped the throne, his secret was learned by Qingying Yingjun Hou Geng. The Emperor of Heaven is in a state of panic, and only by killing people can he never suffer from future troubles. Together with his henchmen, he secretly signed a contract in which everyone on the contract would participate in the destruction of Qingying, and anyone who repented would be punished by death.

Avalanches, lightning, and death in battle, is Qingying's destruction not only due to natural disasters, but also due to man-made disasters? Could it be that Shangqing has been ruled by a chaotic minister and thief from beginning to end, and all people still stupidly regard demons as gods?

Then the arrival of 096 will only have one purpose, which is revenge.

No, Shangqing is her home, and none of this is true.

He was panting heavily, and the throbbing pain in his chest became sharper and more frequent. She felt exhausted, and her mind was even more wooden, but her legs couldn't stop like a demon, and she ran like crazy to the fourth and fifth levels.

The mural appears in front of her like fish scales, and the people who have signed the contract begin their plot. Under the secret instruction of the Emperor of Heaven, a group of people first destroyed Qingying's sister country, Dongyi, killing, poisoning, bloodletting, cursing, and war...... The faces are hideous, and the demons dance wildly, making people shudder.

In a trance, all kinds of demon clowns in the mural surrounded her, showing their teeth and claws, laughing, crying, and whispering to her, making her have a splitting headache.

Who's the wicked and who's the good? I'm the wicked or the good!" she realized in a daze that all this might be the Ecstasy of the Tower, but no one could save her.

Don't look at the mural! Don't look at the mural!

She told herself desperately.

After taking off all the flower aristolochia, He Yu ran up to the sixth floor almost without pause, leaning against the wall and unable to speak for a long time. The chase just now made her mouth dry and her stomach was even more hungry. Fortunately, there were no murals on the sixth floor of the mound, and she didn't have to hide, and in a trance, she saw a piece of braised pork on the seat, with wine and water, and an attractive fragrance.

How can there be meat on this tower? Perhaps it was left by the people who swept the tower.

She was delirious at the moment, forgetting that this place had been sealed in the dust for a hundred years, and how could there be any tower sweepers?

She followed the fragrant smell like a lost soul, and sure enough, it was brown braised pork, cut into slices, and it was very tendonous in her hand. He Yan shoved it into her mouth and opened her eyes suddenly, only to find that it was not meat at all, just a few scrolls made of deerskin.

"Ahh When did you hallucinate?

There was silence for a while. She brushed away the messy strands of hair on her forehead and picked up the scroll tremblingly.

The handwriting in the book is beautiful, and the ink is dry, as if a woman wrote it a long, long time ago. The woman said that she was shipwrecked in the sea at the age of ten, and was rescued by a noble princess and taken as a maid. Before long, the woman fell in love with the princess's fiancé, and was in great pain and committed suicide.

The rest of the pages are scribbled in white and silver, white for tundra and silver for snow-capped mountains.

He Yu's heart was pounding, his fingers trembled and he turned the last page, and there was only one line of words, you are me.

"What?" I don't know if it was because she was frightened or what, she was almost crazy at the moment, tears and snot were flowing all over her face, as if her three souls and seven spirits had been dug up, and her clothes were torn to tatters in the escape.

"You're my ......," he muttered, his eyes blank.

Suddenly, she laughed at the sky, and her voice was full of evil nightmares.