Chapter 632: Eyes on the Wall

My sister's blurry face, in the dim light, looked weird and mysterious.

My sister didn't speak, her expression was blank, and her eyes stared straight at Feng on her knees, but she didn't have the slightest emotion.

Kaede's kneeling heart gradually became cold. Fear seeps out of the cracks in the dam like a raging flood.

My sister's body dressed in white slammed stiffly into the ground, like a slender ash rod.

The closed door opened slowly, silently and mysteriously.

The cold wind poured in, leaving strings of chicken skin on Kaede's thin back.

Feng knelt down and his face was pale, but he didn't feel cold.

In a trance, my sister had reached the door, and then turned back sharply.

Kaede knelt down and saw that terrifying face again. The eyeballs fall off and hang on the face. Bright red blood oozed from the black hole's hole socket. Distorted faces. A strange smile hung on the corner of his drooping mouth......

Once again, great fear struck me.

The house is like an ice cellar that has been frozen for thousands of years. Kaede knelt down like a frozen dead fish, lying straight on the big flower bed, his thin body sinking deep into the thick and soft quilt......

When the heavy snow stopped completely, it was a sunny day.

Kaede knelt down as usual, still sitting in front of the window stunned, letting the golden sunlight smear on his face.

Kaede's kneeling face was very thin, so thin that it was worrying. This was discovered by accident two days ago when Kaede was kneeling down after eating a plate of boiled vegetables and facing the bottom of the smooth plate.

The snow in the distant mountains glistens in the bright sun. Kaede knelt and thumped her towering forehead, frowning, suffering a sharp headache.

The wind swept through the windows, stirring the strange scent of the room.

Kaede knelt down and yawned, and suddenly found a young man standing on the winding path next to the bamboo forest.

The young man was in his twenties, and his thin face was full of resolute expressions.

Luo Xiaofeng.

The young man who came turned out to be Luo Xiaofeng.

Feng knelt down and never dreamed that this young man who looked about the same age as himself, in his previous life, was actually the master of the Fengyun Sect, Feng Xie. Feng Xie is the boss of Feng, and he is his father who kneels down!

Luo Xiaofeng glanced at Feng kneeling and sighed secretly in his heart. He knew that this Feng kneeling must have been used by Xiao Qian's woman. He is nominally Xiao Qian's son and the eldest son of Fengyun Sect, but in fact, he is just a chess piece in the hands of Xiao Qian and Boss Tu.

This Feng kneeling must have been controlled by Xiao Qian's woman.

Why did Tu Boss and Xiao Qian go to such great lengths to slaughter a stupid boy who had no power to tie up his hands? Could it be that this stupid boy really had a treasure map in his hand? Even if there really was a treasure map, why didn't Tu Boss and Xiao Qian's group just snatch it away, but pretend to be a ghost and play tricks on people? What kind of mystery is hidden in this?

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng came to the door of Tengxian Pavilion, two flowery women greeted him.

Luo Xiaofeng walked into the hall lazily, and the first thing he saw was the six girls.

As soon as the six girls saw Luo Xiaofeng, they greeted her with a smile. The two flowery women just now were also standing aside with a smile on their faces.

Luo Xiaofeng sat in the rattan chair and said with a smile: "The place here is not big, but the rules are not small. ”

The two flowery women didn't speak, just looked at Luo Xiaofeng and smiled.

The little face of the sixth girl became more and more charming: "Luo Zhutou is here, and the girls are indeed very honored." ”

Luo Xiaofeng raised his face, stared at the charming little face of the sixth girl, and said with a smile: "I don't know what the sixth girl means by this?"

The sixth girl smiled: "What happened on the Fengyue Field, doesn't Luo Zhutou still understand?"

Luo Xiaofeng frowned and said, "When did Tengxian Pavilion become a Fengyue place?"

The sixth girl smiled even sweeter: "Now." ”

Luo Xiaofeng slowly stood up and said word for word: "Why?"

The sixth girl sighed and said slowly: "Because Luo Zhutou is here!"

Luo Xiaofeng had a calm face: "I'm getting more and more confused." ”

The sixth girl smiled and suddenly said, "I'll take you to see someone, and you'll understand." ”

Tengxian Pavilion has a total of six floors. There are three floors above ground and three floors underground. The staircase leading to the basement is wide enough to walk seven or eight people side by side.

This is the second floor that leads to the basement.

The six girls lit the lantern on the wall. The pale white lantern paper was reflected by the pale yellow candlelight, and the room suddenly looked mysterious and terrifying.

Luo Xiaofeng frowned and followed closely behind the sixth girl.

The sixth girl's face was full of joy, and this expression was extremely incongruous compared to the atmosphere in the room.

Luo Xiaofeng was a little impatient: "Who are you letting me see?"

The sixth girl smiled mysteriously: "You'll know in a while." ”

Luo Xiaofeng had no choice but to wait.

The walls are made of solid rock.

The huge rock was cold in the dim candlelight.

Luo Xiaofeng suddenly walked under the lantern.

In the candlelight, there was a rare picture on the wall. The painting is of a slender and graceful woman. The painter's skill is very profound, and with just a few brushstrokes, he sketches a moving outline. Painting a woman's eyes has a charm that captures people's hearts.

Luo Xiaofeng stared closely into the eyes of the woman in the painting.

The woman's eyes suddenly moved. These eyes are white and shining, like a flowing autumn water. The eyes in the painting are strange, but the innocence is full of evil.

Luo Xiaofeng turned his head to look at the six girls.

The six girls are gone. There was only one set of women's underwear left in the room, pink and still with a faint fragrance.

The stone door slammed softly, and then slowly closed.

Luo Xiaofeng didn't rush out, he stood quietly in the middle of the room, looking indescribably lazy and tired.

At the moment when the stone door was completely closed, Luo Xiaofeng saw a man's face.

The face, pale and handsome, was shrouded in a faint mist.

Luo Xiaofeng only glanced at it and recognized the face.

The aroma in the house is stronger.

Luo Xiaofeng's body suddenly flew up diagonally.

Someone in the room exclaimed. The sound is not loud, but it is as piercing as a steel needle. Between the lightning and fire, Luo Xiaofeng's hand had already clasped the strange eyes on the wall.

There are two more small translucent holes in the wall. The entire wall sank in an instant.

After this wall sank, the first thing Luo Xiaofeng saw was Li Chaodu.

Li Chaodu was lying on a high bed obliquely, his miserable white sheet hanging on the ground, but his face was whiter than the sheet, without a trace of blood. Li Chaodu's two eyes stared directly at Luo Xiaofeng, like a resentful woman who had been absent for many years, looking at her man.

Luo Xiaofeng frowned and walked over step by step.

Li Chaodu suddenly laughed, but there was no smile on his face, and his laughter was forced out of his throat.

Luo Xiaofeng avoided Li Chaodu's eyes and let out a long sigh.

In front of the high bed, a row of red candles is lit at a staggered height.

Li Chaodu suddenly said quietly: "Although I am planted in your hands...... But I don't hate you......"

(End of chapter)