One hundred, Dongfu

Zheng Wan never said much, but walked forward. The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

"Shouyun. On this day, should we find a place to hide? Ning Yan followed.

Zheng Wan stopped, stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes fell into her palm. "It's getting late, let's find a place to rest."

"Uh-huh." Ning Yan responded in a loud voice. It's really tiring to walk around this time, and the road in this snowy mountain is not easy to walk at all.

"Let's go, find a place." Zheng Wan didn't feel tired.

"This body is really weak." Ning Yan couldn't help muttering in his heart, and continued to pull the branches, supporting him to walk forward.

"Then, let's go there, there's a cave," Zheng Wan walked to the side.

A one-man cave looms, hidden among the trees. Zheng Wan took out the dagger, cut off the intertwined branches and leaves at the entrance of the cave, took out a piece of fire and rubbed it a few times, ignited the flames, stretched out her hand towards the entrance of the cave and waved it a few times, there was no abnormality, she looked for the slender branch, lit it, and Zheng Wan walked in with the torch in her hand. Ning Yan followed closely behind him, the hole seemed to be very large, and the further he walked inside, the larger the space.

Ning Yan grabbed Zheng Wan's sleeve tightly and walked cautiously on the path, tense all over.

Zheng Wan walked unfast, and every step was cautious.

After a while, a large cave appeared, and there were several intersections behind it, and the central place was empty, except for a huge stone with many strange patterns depicted on the top.

"What is this place? Why are there so many drawings on it? Ning Yan's gaze was attracted by the colors on the top of the cave. If you look closely, the painting should have existed for a long time, but the paint still seems to be so new, maintaining its original luster and lifelike.

The picture is actually telling one thing, that is, the story of Yi shooting down nine suns to save the people of Limin.

Zheng Wan picked up some dead branches and leaves, piled them together, and put torches on top of these, and the cave suddenly had a heat source. "Maybe that artifact is around here."

"I think so, doesn't this picture indicate something? It's really unintentional. That's great! ”

"Give." Zheng Wan took out some dry food and sat on the side of the fire at any time.

"When did you get it?" Ning Yan was a little surprised, they came in a hurry, and only took a little casually.

"I'll always have something on hand just in case I need it." Zheng Wan flicked the flames, "We take turns keeping vigil, are you the first half of the night or the second half of the night?" ”

"I'm in the middle of the night, and I can't sleep now." Ning Yan finally finished reading the painting on the top. Sit on the floor.

"Then I'll rest first." Zheng Wan gathered her clothes, leaned against the stone, and quickly fell asleep.

"I'm tired, but I always pretend I don't care. What a digger. Looking at Zheng Wan, who was asleep, Ning Yan sighed softly. Putting down the hat and reaching out to the fire, the originally cold hand instantly warmed up, and the place was very dry.

Knowing Suosuo, there were strange sounds coming from the fork in the road behind, Ning Yan approached Zheng Wan, was it the sound of the wind?

"There are monsters in the world." Heavenly Court, in front of the glass mirror, Hu Jiu'er rarely had a serious face. "Huh? If you walk in water, you will be exhausted, if you walk in grass, you will die, and if you see it, there will be a great epidemic in the world. Ning Yan had found the right place, and it was Yi's arrow that was dealing with it. That artifact is in that cave. I hope Ning Yan can go well. Hu Jiu'er waved his hand, and the picture disappeared.