"Sure enough—"

Facing the cold moonlight, the shadow standing on a certain roof of the palace stretched out his hand to scratch his chin and grunt as if he was smiling.

"Let's just say that the ghost here, even if it is a thousand years later, it should be a ghost, or a ghost, but the ghost has a shadow or something, there is a problem-"

"And the shadows of each ghost are still horizontal, chaotically connected, forming a huge, similar to 'spider web', all over this ghost town, especially the shadows under Xiao Luoluo and Grandpa Jin's feet, which are even more problematic——"

The living, the dead, and Ah Piao, once they are out of the boundaries of positioning, will transform into another kind of creature, although the original essence is all human, but after the transformation, it is clearly defined.

Especially for living people, the shadow is a part of the human body, and may even be the outline of the soul, so what will happen when the shadow of the living person is connected with Ah Piao?

Naturally, it will become the last remark in the previous story of Grandpa Kim.

[——Anyone who comes here will be lost here, and become the new soul of Lan Cui, who will never be able to go out again, and will not return——]

You say, even the shadow and even the soul are tied, how can you leave and return?

Are you trapped here and eventually assimilated into the same kind?

Before, he slipped around this ghost town several times, but couldn't find where the center of this 'spider web' was, and after finding Grandpa Jin, he found that his shadow had been connected, and the small one was intermittent, and it didn't seem to be easy to connect.

I think it's because she hasn't eaten anything here yet, and she hasn't accumulated much yin qi in her body, but with the loss of time, more and more air here is ingested, and after accumulating some yin qi in her body, it is gradually connected.

And, in the shadows that are attached, there is always something, floating from time to time, as if it is watching, or listening.

In order to verify his guess, he tried it, and the result was very gratifying, there was really movement, and it was not in vain that he worked so his performance~

Take a look, Xiao Luoluo and Grandpa Jin were stunned~

Especially Xiaoluoluo, it's really stupid, right?

Hey, yes~, naïve, so naïve~

is so naïve, silly and cute, even more cowardly, and pitiful little Luoluo, not good at bullying and bullying, I'm so sorry for her little stupidity~

The laughing prodigal and abusive bastard thing, after taking care of the white, after giving people a 'cruel abuse', it turned out to be so bad and bearish, laughing heartlessly, it can really make the dead alive!

The bastard squinted as he watched the darkness scurry all the way into the palace, and even deeper into the deepest part of the palace, the independent, strangely shaped round tower.

"It seems, Sakha said, that the tower is the place where the holy woman lived? And the story that Grandpa Jin told also mentions that the heavens threw the curse back to the saint and trapped her in Peacock City in Lancho—"

"Hmm, so, the 'spider web' in this ghost town was really made by the saint?"

He groaned.

He jumped a few times, flashed into the round tower, and followed the darkness all the way to the underground tunnel of the round tower.

Along the way, there are countless torches burning in the whole round tower, and all the lights that reflect them are bright, but they are empty, and there is not even a servant maid, and the murals on the wall, because of the bright relationship of the fire, reflect it, as if it is alive, lifelike.

It gives people the feeling that time is staggered, returning to the past, and facing all the scenes of how the saints of the past generations have dedicated themselves to Peacock City and Lan Hydroxy.

Among them, the most frequent and repeated is the sacrifice.

Offering sacrifices to the heavens, praying for good weather and good weather, praying for a bumper harvest, praying for prosperity in the country, and praying for a long period of blessings can be said to be very prudent and solemn, sincere.

However, when you walk through the inner hall of the round tower and turn into the underground tunnel, the picture on the wall begins to gradually change, focusing on the duties of the saint, and a group of people wearing strange masks, feathers on their heads, and wearing feather woven clothes, making all kinds of difficult training and training for the saint.

There are divination, psychic, medical and witchcraft, and all kinds of Gu.

On top of that, there were many young girls dressed exactly the same in each mural, learning from the strange people, but only one was chosen to be a saint in the end.

The rest of the girls, many of them died in the difficult internship, and few of them could not survive to the end, and for those who had the ability to survive but were not selected as the saints, they followed the saints and became the maids of the saints, which was very cruel and realistic.

These murals, the further down they goth, the more bloody, even violent, cruel, and more permeated with harsh coldness and ruthlessness, which are completely opposite to the murals in the hall that are solemn but full of hope for harmony.

Fully verified——

[The sky is bright, the earth is bright, the crowd is bustling, and the noise is extraordinary, but they are in the dim and lightless underground, carrying heavy loads and supporting the world. 】

With your mere imagination, you can't know exactly under what circumstances they shed their blood and sacrificed to guard and protect the world as you see it.

Moreover, this phenomenon exists no matter which dynasty, generation, time and place.

So, you can not like this world, but please don't hurt this world, because it is the most rustic.

The deeper and deeper underground tunnels, the more and more oppressive frescoes, meander and stretch until they reach a certain depth and reach its end.

And the darkness jumped on a stone table.

On the stone table were candlesticks and scrolls, but behind the table there was no one but a huge, undisturbed red pool.

The red in the pool was thick and gorgeous, and it faintly revealed a viscous texture, but there was no fishy smell, but Su Gu Bai knew that it was blood.

She has always been sensitive to blood, even if she has no breath or taste, she can recognize it just by looking at it.

Hmm, how many people's blood would it take to fill such a large pool of blood?

Or, the blood here may be the blood of the entire Lan Hydroxyl people.

After all, with this blood pool as the center, up and down, left and right, four sixes, eight directions and ten sides, there are countless black line shadows, extending outward, wearing the top and bottom, and the left and right through the wall, stretching out, perfectly connecting the shadows of the ghosts in the ghost town in the palace outside.

Lan Hydroxy, Peacock City, Royal Palace, Round Tower, Basement, Blood Pool, all over the black line.

It's like a lantern with three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped in layers, but right now, this lantern has a lampshade, a lamp, and a lamp oil, but there is no wick.

"Hula-".

That's when it happened.