"And after that? Is the bead at the bottom of the well? Su Chen looked at Hua Tao again and asked, "What did the fifth master see at the bottom of the well?" ”。

Hua Tao shook his head, "There is only a tree that resembles a vine at the bottom of the well, and the bead will disappear when it falls to the bottom of the well." When I went down to the bottom of the well, I saw a ray of blue light sliding down the trunk of the tree, and I guessed that I was wrapped in the vine, so I tried to cut down the tree to find something, but...".

"But the light has been going downwards as if it has penetrated the wall of the well into the ground, and the older generation has always said that the bottom of the well is connected to the Dragon Palace, although this statement is unrealistic, I guess there may be a hidden treasure of the underground palace...".

"So, you want to blow up the dungeon to find the treasure again? The treasure didn't find it, but let this ancient well collapse and dry up, and since then the Hua family's qi has been exhausted..."Hua Tang looked down at his right hand, and his fingers were also stained with a little blue, "But have you ever thought that if it weren't for fate, you wouldn't be able to get and control it!" ”。

Hua Tao didn't answer, but shook his head self-deprecatingly and sighed, and then leaned there and didn't move, seeing that wealth is human nature, he doesn't think he is wrong. What was wrong was that he chose the wrong time and manpower, if he didn't want to monopolize it at that time, he could find a master on the road to cooperate and get the treasure together, maybe this would not be the result.

"Drift of dust? Liuchen? What the hell is it..."Hua Tang sighed, picked up Hua Tao and threw him down from the well, and then his body floated up and fell into the well.

Liu Feng took the dagger and gestured to Luan Yin, and Luan Yin took people out of the house and scattered in the nearby streets.

The bottom of the well should have been a large space, but after the bombing, it was clogged with falling rubble, and only dry vines could be seen circling and piling up. Strangely, the branches of these vines did not rot, but continued to wrap and stretch among the rubble, as if they were still alive.

Ji Lang flicked the tip of the knife on a thin branch a few times, and the blue light on the branch flashed along his wrist and wrapped it, this thing is not only alive but also very aggressive.

There is also a faint blue light flickering between the falling gravel at the bottom of the well, and although it is not very bright in a trance, you can see the nearby scenery clearly.

The dead branches swirling under the well seemed to be very sensitive to him, an alien trespasser, and the branches slowly gathered around Ji Lang through the rubble, as if an irregularly shaped net was silently tightening around him, although the speed was very slow and terrifying to look at.

Some lines similar to murals can be seen on the piled up of rubble, and Ji Lang tried to move a few pieces to see what was painted, but after the rubble collapsed, they were all stacked on top of each other, and I couldn't see the specific details for a while, so I should have a very complete pattern on the wall of the well before it was blown up.

It seems that this ancient well is not only very magical, but also the construction process is also exquisite, after digging the well, the wall of the well is also beautifully carved, usually the information displayed in such a picture should be the process of digging the well, or the accident or supernatural event that occurred during the construction process.

In addition, there are some local legends that were carved into the walls of the wells as decorative materials by craftsmen at the time when they were built as far-fetched craftsmen, and if all these images can be restored, it is possible to find the original origin of the legendary sacred relic.

But he alone wanted to put these gravels into a complete pattern in such a small and dark environment, so Ji Lang gave up this idea for the time being.

The dead branch wrapped around his wrist had been wrapping up his arm, as if a climbing plant like a silk seed wanted to climb a high branch, and Ji Lang flicked his wrist a few times but did not shake it off. The vine was not only very aggressive, but also very adherent, and the spikes on the branches were sticking into his sleeves and slowly stabbing downwards little by little.

"This thing... Do you want to suck blood? The dagger in Ji Lang's hand was sideways and tried to cut off the branch, but the dead branch suddenly twisted rhythmically a few times to avoid the dagger's sharp blade.

"What the hell?" In addition to being aggressive and adhesive, this thing seems to be very spiritual, as if there is some kind of intelligence, and it can sense danger and avoid it on its own? Ji Lang tried to pick a few times with the tip of the knife against the branch, but the branch was still very agile and dodged.

What seemed to be a withered branch seemed to be faster and more accurate than a human reaction, and the spikes soon pierced Ji Lang's wrist, and the blood slowly spilled out and soaked onto the dead branch, and the bundle of branches suddenly rolled down his wrist as if frightened. Then he slowly shrank back into the gravel, as if he was frightened and deliberately avoiding something.

"Huh? This thing is afraid of blood? It's interesting..."Ji Lang slashed the tip of his knife on the back of his hand, and after waiting for the blood to seep out, he tried to flick it around, if his blood could block the attack of the vines, he would have time to move the rubble and find a way down to find out the secret hidden in the ancient well.

After the branch was stained with blood, it did not slide backwards as he wished, but only paused for a moment and then slowly wound again, and seemed to be softer and more flexible than before, swaying like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

"These things can suck blood, and they get stronger when they suck blood, but they're not afraid of my blood... Is it really because of this? Ji Lang groaned slightly, lowered his head and tore open the cuffs, his right wrist was wrapped in a red silk scarf, and the spikes on the branches just now pierced his arm through this silk scarf, and then he took the initiative to retreat as if he had met a natural enemy.

"Young Master Lan, they all say that you are a 'god', this is really true, or are you in harm..."Ji Lang secretly teased, surrounded by vines and dead branches, he could only stand still for the time being, he carefully tore off the red silk scarf on his wrist and carried it in his hand, don't look at this thing, it is light and soft, it is not a sharp weapon that can defend oneself, and you still have to count on it to save your life when it is critical.

The blue light between the rubble and the dead vines was originally only flickering in the stars, but suddenly the light burst into flames, and the gloomy bottom of the well seemed to be lit up. I don't know if the gorgeous color was awakened by the blood of the waves or inspired by some kind of power, and it has been rising rapidly and gathering.

"What the hell is this?" Ji Lang didn't dare to move without permission when he stood still, these branches were very spiritual, and his personal safety was not threatened at present, and he didn't want to make unnecessary provocations, after all, the bottom of the well was their territory. Even if he is extremely skilled and sure to retreat with his whole body, there is no need to provoke such rights and wrongs.

"Help me! The owner of the village saves... Fate..."Hua Tao was thrown into the well, his head fell directly to the bottom of the well, Hua Tao's general skills and his special fat body size of nearly twenty meters in height, the possibility of falling down and crippled is very small, almost a direct death without suspense.

Hua Tao held his head and kept shouting, but Hua Tang didn't pay attention to him as if he didn't hear it. Ji Lang wrapped the red silk scarf around his hand, grabbed a bunch of branches and threw it upward, and the branches followed the trend and circled quickly to wrap Hua Tao into a zongzi shape.

"The owner... Save... Old Seven, do you really want me..."Hua Tao tried to ask for help again and found that he had fallen to the bottom of the well, but he was neither dead nor crippled, as if he was hanging in a withered rattan net, although the spikes on the vines hurt more than being thrown down and falling to death, right?

After Ji Lang shook off the bundle of branches, he carefully looked at the silk scarf in his hand, carefully checked whether it was damaged, fortunately, although the silk scarf was very soft but very tough, Ji Lang looked at it when it was still intact before wrapping it around the palm of his hand again, raised his head and greeted Hua Tang with a smile, "Master Hua Zhuang...".

"Third master, hard work..."Hua Tang stood very casually among the withered vines, the vines surrounded him, not only did not have any offensive behavior but swayed softly like willow branches, and the brilliant blue light that had been rising also hovered around Hua Tang, reflecting his cold arrogance, as high as a king was insurmountable.

"Oh... The owner of the village..."Ji Lang took two steps back and looked at Hua Tao, who was tied up with strong branches, and asked in response to the question, "You don't seem to be afraid of these vines?" The owner knows what this thing is, right? ”。