The ancient carved clock was always tirelessly moving, and only a "sizzling" oil lamp was left in the room, and the dim light that seemed to be absent reflected Shen Lingyin's pale face, which was very dignified.

It was three o'clock in the middle of the night......

How can I save myself?

Shen Lingyin sat in Yang Yunbi's dark study for a long time.

Finally...... The frowning eyebrows soothed a little, and the pain was no longer severe at this time.

She let go of her long, beautiful legs and was about to recover everything, getting up to leave.

Absent-mindedly, he lifted the oil lamp standing quietly in the corner.

The "bang" oil lamp fell to the floor, not a deep crash!

There are layers of echoes?!

Is there an empty ...... underneath the dark grid?

Shen Lingyin bent down to pick up the oil lamp lying on the ground, and the dilapidated oil lamp went out.

In the boundless darkness, only the slight breathing sound of Shen Lingyin was left.

Out of intense curiosity, Shen Lingyin, whose pain had subsided, wanted to go down to find out.

Once again, hope was held up in my heart, even if it was extremely slim.

The "poof" oil lamp suddenly regained its vitality, and an unusually bright and dazzling flame was ignited.

Shen Lingyin waved his hand and directly illuminated it with the fairy phoenix true fire.

Yuan Shen was once again released by Shen Lingyin, and he could detect the dark grid, but he couldn't detect anything under the dark grid.

It seems like...... Blocked by a thick wall of mana, airtight and extremely mysterious.

"Mechanism......" Shen Lingyin couldn't help but mutter, if you want to explore downward, you need a mechanism.

Probably except for this imposing bookshelf, the surrounding scenery is a cover-up.

A mana slammed into the ground, and at the same time, he used the primordial spirit to observe where there was loosening.

However, the mana was rebounded, and the debris was thrown against the wall.

Shen Lingyin was shocked and took a few steps back, it seems that it can't be broken with brute force!

Sen Leng's eyes were as sharp as eagles and he looked around the bookshelf, and there was a thin pale silver book that stood out from the rest.

"Hu Tinghui Painting a Pear Garden"

"Yuhuan sleeps delicately and weakly, dreaming of Wushan Chu Yunbi"

The corners of Shen Lingyin's mouth hooked up a smug smile, fortunately, Shen Lingyin used to like to read the poems of the literati and writers of the Ming Dynasty!

This is a poem written by Tong Ji!

The word "Yunbi", that's right.

The book was sucked into the palm of Shen Lingyin's hand without hesitation, and as soon as he inhaled his nose, the smell of strong spiritual power came to his face, making Shen Lingyin's eyes narrow dangerously.

Mana poured into the books, and the books slowly rose to the center of the shelves.

With a push of his palm, he saw the book burst out with a silver glow like moonlight, and runes flew and swirled throughout the room.

As the speed increased, it gradually evolved into a streamer, which opened the lock of the secret door directly.

"Wow"

There was a loud bang, sawdust overflowed, and the floor, which seemed to be indestructible just now, was lifted by the silver streamer.

The smoke cleared, and a ring-shaped cement step emerged.

The frequency of the high heels rang regularly and walked down.

Shen Lingyin held the oil lamp and could clearly see the situation below.

As soon as she was surprised, her slender eyebrows, which were curved like willow leaves, rose high.

Even if she was well-informed, the scene in front of her could be described as tragic, and Shen Lingyin was taken aback!

This is a dungeon......

It is said that it is an underground palace, but it is better to say purgatory.

Endless staircases, eerie cold winds, the heavy smell of corpses, and... The sides were piled up like a mountain, and the faces were full of demon beast bones.

What kind of psychology did Yang Yunbi have when she built this underground palace?

Shen Lingyin understood the determination in Su Qianluo's eyes when she asked her to complete the killing of the demon hunter.

The overwhelming stench of corpses made Shen Lingyin want to gag, but she didn't slow down her steps in the slightest.

As she walked, she seemed to hear the painful wails of the dead monsters around her before they died.

They are the role of the wicked, but they also have children and elders, and they can only survive by sucking spiritual power.

The mage, who can slaughter demons in the open, is the savior in the eyes of the people, but in the name of justice, is there no hateful selfishness?

For example, Yang Yunbi treats all the demons he has killed in his life as trophies for his own viewing.

Shen Lingyin was in an indescribable mood for a while.

"Ah, is that you, my daughter!"

A trembling and high-pitched voice came out in the lifeless dungeon.

With Shen Lingyin's most basic judgment, this is a woman's voice close to fifty years old!

In this kind of murderous place where ghosts are everywhere, there are people who can survive?

"You are?"

Shen Lingyin asked tentatively, she had already walked and had already walked three-quarters of the way up the steps.

"Zero Tone...... Zero tone! Sure enough, it's you, I'm your mother!"

The sound of wailing and screaming echoed one after another, and several bats fluttered their wings and flew out of the corner.

Under the illumination of the Immortal Phoenix True Fire, the crooked skeletons in the wings were like distorted human faces, and their physiques were raised by the carrion of the demon beasts, but they succumbed to the power of the Immortal Phoenix True Fire and did not attack Shen Lingyin.

Let out a few chirps, bared his teeth in the air and flew away.

An eerie face poked out from the source of the sound like a desperate female ghost.

Shen Lingyin stretched his neck and looked forward hard.

Because the distance was too far, Shen Lingyin only vaguely saw a face through the firelight.

Mother?

Shen Lingyin's face was full of incredulity, and he clenched the oil lamp in his hand.

Isn't Mrs. Zheng dead?

How could it be in Yang Yunbi's underground palace?

"Where are you?"

If this woman is really Mrs. Zheng, you can rescue her and heal her.

"I ...... I'm at the end of the dungeon. ”

The voice was much weaker than before, probably because of the injury.

Words at the end......

Shen Lingyin gathered enough mana, and a teleportation burst out with an astonishing speed and came to the woman.

"Zero Tone, you're finally here..."

A skinny woman huddled in a corner with her knees folded, her head slightly raised.

Unkempt gray hair obscured the terrifying face, which had once been gentle and amiable.

"yes, I'm here."

Shen Lingyin had never seen Mrs. Lilan's appearance, but what everyone evaluated was a lady with an extremely good character.

Now, how did it end up like this?

The woman's thin and rough fingers caressed Shen Lingyin's soft face, and suddenly turned her head, and a large mouthful of blood came out.

"I'm holding on to the death, just to see my daughter again..."

The corners of Lilan's dry mouth hooked up a smile happily, and tears overflowed from the black hole's eyes.

Shen Lingyin's middle finger swept over the back of the green tendon-like twig-like hand, "Didn't you die of illness?" ”

Li Lan smiled bitterly and shook her head.