The cement-colored walls were a little old and oozing some dim yellow, and she approached and stretched out her hand, wet, and didn't know where the moisture came from. The soft, thick cushion underfoot collapsed into a recess as it took the weight of her body.

She looked at the thick moss-colored mat with some surprise, according to the acceleration, she didn't know how much strength she could have fallen from the sky for so long, but it was amazing that she didn't feel a little pain when she fell on this mat.

She lifted the corner of her skirt, stepped off the blanket, and finally saw the ground, the cushion more than a meter high, no wonder she was unscathed. She jumped down neatly, and as she landed, there was a muffled sound and echo in the silent space.

She nodded, thinking that the place should be quite big.

She looked forward, and the blue-gray candle flame came into view, without the slightest fluctuation, there is still such a fire here? She really didn't know. An octagonal passage in front of her slowly became clear before her eyes as she approached.

Leaning down and looking down, it is a staircase, spreading and winding towards the ground, the color of the staircase and the candle flame are lined with it, if the candle flame is a deep blue-gray, then the paved bricks are mixed with some miserable white, with an old mystery.

From this entrance, she could see the next octagonal entrance, she swallowed her saliva, a little unsure, to go or not to go, she looked back at the mat more than a meter high, the sky above and the ground in the dark grid are too far away, not even a ray of light leaked down, you can imagine, how high this height is, left and right can't go up, just go down first.

There doesn't seem to be a choice either.

She walked slowly down.

There are many murals painted on the wall, there are many people, like the flying sky of Dunhuang, but it is completely different, the paintings on this are not half religious, some are just a person, as if they are telling in the form of a comic book, but unfortunately she can't understand it. Because the plot above is indeed a bit confusing, she can't connect with it at all.

She really didn't understand what this place was built for.

She walked and stopped in front of a picture, in which a woman's heart was pierced by another man's heart, and the blade pierced through the spine, making people see some cold temperature in her heart, and she felt a little inexplicably uneasy in her heart. She thought she really saw the hell, she was not afraid of watching horror movies, she was scared like this by a painting, did she still feel more when she brought it in? Also, this environment is too much like a scene in a horror movie, and it won't be a zombie or something that jumps out here at every turn.

She shuddered, as if she hadn't heard of zombies in this world, and besides, if she stayed here for a long time, she probably would die.

She looked up and looked forward, but suddenly felt a drop of cold liquid on her face, raised her hand and touched it, there was a drop of moist liquid on her cold white skin, it was water, the more she went down, the more damp she felt, if this was the case, could it be that there was still a water source in this place? Maybe she did, because she had heard the faint sound of water.

She looked at the walls around her now, and felt that she seemed to have made a mistake, this wall was not made of stone, she should be a metal, because the temperature on it was very cold, and she didn't seem to have seen this kind of metal, just cut it with the medicine knife in the sky, uh, not even a scratch was left, Wuling Country does not have such a hard thing, which means that this thing may be more valuable, building this kind of place in her house, it is really very resource-intensive and powerful, she touched this hard wall, Tut-tut.

She felt like she was getting closer to a great secret. Is this the reason why I am getting more and more uneasy?

She calmed down and continued to walk forward, the passage in front of her that stretched down had gradually become flat, and she thought that it should be the end, so she quickened her pace.

Sure enough, it was a straight passage, and there were oil lamps lit on the bronze walls, dim and weird, the wax never dripped or melted, but the candles were flame orange, exceptionally bright, and the dark walls, sharp contrasts, mysterious and treacherous.

On the walls are depicted people with masks, dressed in soldier-style clothing, their faces can't be seen clearly, but a pair of eyes are exposed.

She walked forward, but the front was a dead end, the gate more than three meters high was tightly closed, and she looked around, there was really no exit, not even a gap.

She looked at the calf-like limbs in front of her, stepped back, and finally saw the figure carved on the door.

A man of almost three meters occupied the entire stone door, he was dressed in armor, his hands folded tightly in his long-handled sword, his eyes tightly closed, as if he were asleep.

The air around him was filled with a dull air of few people, like the stale smell of the man who had fallen asleep, and no one had been here for a long time.

It's full of the smell of time.

Ye Qingli didn't want to wait, she had to find a place to go out. She walked forward and groped on the stone wall, there must be some mechanism here, there must be something, the designer took a lot of effort to create a dead end to do something, there must be a way out.

Her hand rubbed on the stone wall, but when she touched the blade engraved on the stone wall, she clearly felt the sword move, she really felt it, a moment of sharp feeling brushed her hand, she felt a burst of pain coming, lowered her hand, and sure enough, she saw the red blood oozing out of the cold white texture, she hurriedly retreated, her eyes locked tightly on the giant on the door.

Unlike the giant who had been sleeping with an expressionless face just now, his brows furrowed now, and he raised an arc of displeasure, as if he had been disturbed by someone. Ye Qingli couldn't care about the pain in her hands at the moment, she covered her hands tightly, feeling that sweat was oozing inside.

The giant's fingers moved, and then grabbed the hilt of the sword that was originally held in his arms, Ye Qingli's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she watched the giant's eyes slowly open, revealing a golden light.

Golden eyes!

His eyes seemed to have brilliance, looking straight at her, he was looking down, but he was also looking down, compared with Ye Qingli, this guy is the real big guy, what should I do, if he cuts her with a sword, can she directly fight him head-on, eh, this is a bit inaccurate, he doesn't look like a simple-minded person with developed limbs.

Ye Qingli looked at him for a moment, holding his breath, waiting for what this giant was going to do.

Unexpectedly, he just looked at her quietly, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, revealing an expression of thought as if he was puzzled, Ye Qingli was a little apprehensive, what does this mean, but she still didn't move, she really couldn't tell the intention of the person in front of her, although it seemed that he seemed to be a flat figure, but the pain in his hand was real, she just touched the blade, it seems that his lethality will not be small.

Ye Qingli blinked, thinking, what the hell is this guy going to do, he won't be in a daze.

But suddenly I saw that his squinting eyes were enlarged, and as his body gradually moved down, his eyes slowly closed, and he made a half-kneeling posture, and the sword was also placed on the ground in front of him, as if he was saluting.

The giant who was originally looking down at her was actually lower than her, Ye Qingli could even see the top of his head, and there was respect in the giant's tone: "Your Excellency, please." ”

Ye Qingli didn't squeak, he didn't understand why he reacted all of a sudden, but found that the giant who finished saying this seemed to be dormant and didn't move.

Eh, what did he say, please? What about the road?

As if to reply to Ye Qingli's heart, the carving of the man on the originally closed stone door gradually blurred until it disappeared, as if it had never existed. Then there was a heavy thud, heavy dust fell, and the door cracked a small crack in the middle, and then it continued to expand, slowly receding on both sides.