"This should be the underground palace built by Lang Guguo on Chinese New Year's Eve, which has a passage to the alchemy room and the so-called treasures of the town country."

I didn't expect that the little white face in front of me would translate so many secrets just by relying on the strange symbols on the stone gate and the content mixed with the ancient Taoist seal characters.

This is obviously somewhat incredible.

He stared at the pattern on the stone door and told me intently that those strange-looking words were actually the culture created by the ancient kingdom of Yelang, and these things were also taught to him by the leader of the men in black for ten years.

This time, they came to Bashu to look for the ruins of the ancient country, and they almost worked hard, rummaging through all the ancient books and books published in modern times, and finally found this mysterious clue.

The heavy stone door in front of him was gently opened under the joint push of the two of them, and the dense and chaotic footprints spread along the dark corridor that greeted them, not knowing where it led.

The surrounding walls are also inscribed with many frescoes, most of which are still intact, except for a few that have been somewhat corroded by water immersion.

But basically, they are all allegorical pictures about Taoist alchemy, and some of the content is too cumbersome and too profound.

After coming here, I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, since this was the alchemy room of King Lang of the Chinese New Year's Eve, why was it built underground.

Walking through a dimly lit tunnel is like walking through the slender corridors of an ancient tomb.

Later, after consulting the information, I learned that in Taoism, alchemy to become an immortal requires blinding the heavens, so the Dan room must go deeper and deeper so that it will not be detected by the heavens.

Until a special mural suddenly appeared on the wall, my eyes were attracted little by little.

There were many dim tones on it, which were extremely inconsistent with the alchemy drawings I had seen before, and it was not until I turned on the flashlight and walked closer to the front that I could see the contents of the mural completely.

And this scene also frightened me and Xiaobaiyan back several steps one after another.

The mural in front of me depicts the side face of a man, who is wearing a Taoist robe with a floating sunk in his hand, and the direction he is facing is like looking straight into the depths of the road in front of him.

The most terrifying thing is that this half of the side face is actually lined with four eyes.

The mural in front of me is unique in the mural I have seen in my life, both in terms of painting angle and subtle meaning.

It wasn't until I gradually calmed down that waves gradually turned in my mind, this sideways portrait.

Shouldn't it be what Yelang Wang looked like after he became an immortal?

It is rumored that after eating the elixir he refined, he was ranked in the immortal class, and eight eyes grew on his face, and he also named himself the Eight-Eyed Heavenly Venerable.

The side face of the mural in front of me seems to be dealing with that strange and mysterious legend.

I resisted the fear in my heart and leaned over with a flashlight.

This time, I really saw it, the four eyes in the mural seemed to be moving, and they were constantly looking at me and the little white face.

I was instantly shocked into a cold sweat, and turned my head to ask Xiaobaimi, but he showed a puzzled expression and said that he didn't feel like this.

There seemed to be some memory rolling out in my mind, and looking at the dark tunnel in front of me, I vaguely felt a little familiar, as if I had been here before.

This unknown fear has been suppressed in my heart, and when I inadvertently turned around in the next second, the little white face in front of me changed its appearance.

At this time, he suddenly turned into an eight-eyed monster, with two extra pairs of eyes on his forehead and a pair of eyes on his cheeks.

I was almost crazy with this scene, and subconsciously ran desperately towards the depths of the tunnel, and the voice of the little white face echoed behind me.

He apparently didn't know what was going on.

It wasn't until he finally noticed that something was wrong, and when he turned around again, his companion in front of him had returned to normal.

The scene just now seems to be an illusion and illusion caused by the overlap between the subconscious in my mind and the figure in front of me.

I sat on the floor panting for breath and pressed my temples with my hands since I woke up in the black-clad ward.

I've never had such a frightening hallucination.

In the memories imposed on me by the man in black, I was like a patient with an underlying hysteria and a split personality, which now seemed to have been manifested in some way after I woke up.

I didn't dare to wonder if all this was true or not, or if it was a hallucination caused by too much mental stress.

It's just that when he looks at the little white face dressed in black again, he always recalls all the things he experienced in the tomb of Concubine Jin before.

"You're okay, drink saliva first."

The little white face's concerned voice echoed in my ears, and I looked at the mineral water bottle he handed over, and poured a few sips without hesitation, until the cold feeling rushed down my throat and straight to my brain.

Consciousness finally came to a succumbing.

"Mr. Gan."

"If you don't like it, I'll take it off first."

He noticed something strange in my eyes when I looked at the black clothes, and just wanted to take off the black robe with his hands.

Seeing this, I hurriedly stopped and went back and spoke.

"Out of the way, out of the way."

He waved his palm to indicate that it was okay, and after a short moment of soberness, the two of them continued along the tunnel.

This time, there were more and more blood stains on the ground, and in the end, there were even many corpses of men in black.

They were covered in scars, as if they had been attacked by some unknown creature, and their bodies were struggling to lose their temperature.

I couldn't help but touch the cold skin of the deceased with my hand, and just as I was trying to estimate the approximate time of death, the corpse in front of me suddenly opened its eyes.

It was a very real thing happening in front of my eyes, and my eyes widened and I could hardly believe what I was seeing.

And the defenseless little white face was even more frightened and took several steps back, almost not stumbling in the corridor.

The corpse in front of me took advantage of the blank gap between the two of us, directly stretched out its arm and strangled my throat fiercely.

I was pinched so hard that I couldn't breathe, and the thoughts in my mind were running wildly, but I couldn't figure out how a dead corpse could be resurrected for no reason.

Looking at the corpse in front of him with blood-red pupils, this scene seems to be the result of being bitten by a zombie in the movie.

In a hurry, I took out the pistol at my waist, and just as I was about to shoot at the corpse several times, I suddenly heard a deafening shout.

"Don't shoot!"

When I opened my eyes again, the scene in front of me seemed to have changed drastically, and I was leaning my pale face against the wall with my elbow.

The loaded pistol was pressed against his head, and if it hadn't been for his desperate screams just now, he might have actually shot him.

"How so..."

"It seems like something really wrong with my spirit."

He hurriedly got up and took several steps backwards, looking at the little white face who was constantly covering his neck and gasping for breath, and the fear and confusion that had gradually become familiar came to his heart again.