Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Dark Pavilion

Listening to Yan Baiwu mention the Twelve Stars, he seriously remembered that he was already one of the members of the Twelve Stars, and since he returned to the Phoenix Collection, he only cared about immersing himself in the sweetness of getting along with Ji Yu, and he completely forgot about this matter. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Thinking that the genus I was dealing with was a pig, I felt a toothache when it was serious.

I remember that the Moon Devouring God Monarch mentioned that there are Dark Pavilion strongholds in major towns, and I seriously decided to find a time tomorrow to go to the Phoenix Collection to check around, and if I can't find a clue, I will go to Yaorenzhuang to have a look, the only thing that is a little troublesome is how to tell Ji Yu that he is going to leave for a while, Ji Yu must not be able to take it, and the ghostly place in Yaorenzhuang is really not very suitable for dating.

Early the next morning, when I was seriously online, I checked the wedding ring on my hand, and Ji Yu was not online yet.

Seriously out of the station of the Meng Meng Knights, using the "insight" skill, searched in the streets and alleys of the Phoenix Set for a while, and finally found a special mark left by the azure pen in a secluded alley on the edge of the Phoenix Set, next to the door of a very dilapidated tiled house.

He knocked on the door, but there was no movement for a long time.

Am I looking for the wrong one? After a serious doubt, he knocked on the door vigorously, and an old voice came from inside the door, "It's coming, it's coming, who is it?" ā€

The door squeaked open, and what appeared behind the door was an old man with unkempt silver hair, stained with some dirt ash, scattered white beard under his chin, and wrinkles on his face layer by layer, looking like he would fall down at any time, as if even walking had become a heavy burden for him, and he couldn't stop panting.

"Hello, sir." He said hello seriously, and took the opportunity of the old man to open the door to take a look at the situation in the house, the position in the room was very narrow, only a single room, except for two low stools, that is, a simple bed made of a few rotten black wooden boards, on which was placed a quilt showing yellowed cotton wool.

A stove was built with green bricks in the corner of the wall, connected with a chimney that went up the wall, and there was a large gray and black iron pot on the stove, the ash on the edge of the iron pot was very thick, and it looked like it had not been cleaned for a long time.

"This son, what's the matter?" The old man asked in a low voice, looking at the seriousness of the black brocade clothes, with a somewhat panicked and frightened look.

It should be that I found the wrong one, the scene in the room is clear at a glance, no matter how you look at it, it is the residence of a widowed poor old man, although it is just an NPC, but looking at the sad and pitiful appearance of the old man, it is also a little unbearable, and I want to touch some silver taels from my arms and give it to the old man.

Suddenly, the heart moved, the Moon Devouring God Monarch once said that the Azure Pen is very special, and it can only be seen through the chips on the mask that represents the identity of the Twelve Astrologs, and the place with the mark is the stronghold of the Dark Pavilion, and the mark at the door will definitely not be graffiti.

Thinking of this, he seriously withdrew his hand that was touching the money bag, took out the token of the black-faced god monarch from the package, and shook it in front of the old man.

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed a hint of essence, and he moved to the side of the door tremblingly, "Childe, please come in and talk." ā€

Got a reaction? It seems that there is a door, seriously walked into the house, outside the house I don't feel it, as soon as I walked into the house, a bad smell hit, mixed with the smell of medicine, burnt, I can't tell how many kinds of smells are mixed together, almost smoked down seriously, I can't help but cover my nose.

The door behind him "snapped" shut, and the old man's restrained waist straightened up, and he fell to the ground on one knee, but his voice was still old and hoarse, "Ding Qi, a subordinate of the Dark Pavilion, has seen the black-faced Divine Monarch. ā€

"Don't be polite, get up, I just want to come and see, is this the stronghold of the Dark Pavilion?" He waved his hand seriously, and he always felt very uncomfortable looking at an old man who looked older than his grandfather kneeling in front of him.

"Thank you!" Ding Qi stood up and said respectfully, "Back to the Divine Monarch, this is where the Dark Pavilion is located in the Phoenix Collection. ā€

"The stronghold of the Dark Pavilion is so shabby?" Seriously looked around, looking at this dilapidated appearance, it was too much different from the mysterious dark pavilion in his imagination, such a dark pavilion said that the intelligence network was serious and I couldn't believe it.

"The Divine Monarch doesn't know, this is just the entrance to our Dark Pavilion stronghold, the little one is just a gatekeeper, please come here!" Ding Qi quickly led the serious to the edge of the stove, at this time Ding Qi moved quickly, how could there be a little bit of the old dragon clock just now, unable to walk.

This acting skill really deserves to give you an Oscar Gold Award, seriously silent heart, Gang Ding Qi played a dying poor old man to a full extent, if it weren't for the relationship between the azure pen, after thinking about it more, I really believed it.

Ding Qi picked up the iron pot and put it aside, picked up the charcoal ash left in the stove under the pot, and groped under the stove for a while.

Of course, if you touch this stove, you will definitely be able to detect the existence of the mechanism, but if there is no token of the twelve astrological signs as a certificate, Ding Qi will not show any flaws, and he will definitely not think of searching everywhere in a poor old man's house.

"Shenjun, please!" Ding Qibi said respectfully.

Seriously jumped down from the side of the stove, this hole is enough for one person to enter and exit, but it is not deep, about a foot high, seriously looked up at Ding Qi who was standing at the entrance of the cave and looked down, "You don't come down?" ā€

"The villain is just in charge of guarding the door, and the Divine Monarch will naturally have someone to receive him when he walks forward." Ding Qi touched the machine spring, and the entrance of the cave slowly closed, and the cave was suddenly dark.

Holy, it's so dark! If this old guy is plotting against me, I'm throwing myself into the net, right? I really was, and I didn't see if it was a trap, so I gullily believed his words, jumped down, and was a little annoyed, and looked ahead with all my eyes, and pressed the handle of the north wind on my waist, and was about to grope my way forward.

"Peng Peng ......" a strange sound sounded in a row, a light appeared in front of the serious eyes, the light was seen at first glance in the dark, so that the serious felt quite dazzling, raised his hand to cover his eyes, let his eyes adapt for a while, moved his hand, only to find that in front of him was a passage made of bluestone, the walls on both sides were high every few feet away with a bronze lampstand, the lampstand was covered with glass, and the sound was the sound of the flame in the glass cover automatically ignited.