Sure enough, as Jingying expected, the end of the stele was the edge of the swamp. The mist that spread out of the forest covered He Jingying's instep. There was a rancid smell in the fog, the smell of rotting tree roots that had been buried underground for many years. From time to time, there is a floral scent in the rancid smell.

When He Jingying heard this fragrance, she subconsciously remembered the ghost orchid they were looking for.

Could it be that the ghost orchid they are looking for is really here?

The fog grew thicker the closer to the forest, and the crowd followed closely. Since Xiao Lian walked into the forest, he actually felt that the pain on his body had improved a lot.

The woods were very strange, and when you got closer, they were made up of intertwined roots with countless vines, mostly dark green with spiky leaves. Beneath these roots and vines, there are stumps about a man high. The stumps are all submerged in water, and the stumps have some jagged roots growing on them.

Everyone could only wade through the water, and there were some ghostly fires floating on the water, illuminating the entire underground forest even more eeriely. The stumps of the trees that were not indistinguishable were scattered, and soon everyone lost their way.

"Xiao Lian, we seem to have been here." He Jingying pointed to a tree stump beside her, and there was a shallow scratch on the stump, which He Jingying had left just now. "We've been going around in circles here."

He Jingying looked at the ghost-faced Langjun beside him who was integrated with the surrounding environment: "Young Master Xiao, is there a map here in the classics?" ”

Ghost-faced Langjun shook his head and took the classic book to He Jingying: "The princess can take a look at it herself." ”

The so-called classics are actually a handbook tied up in sheepskin, He Jingying flipped through it, and the map also led to the trough. The map behind the manger was torn off. On that half of the sheepskin, the words "the living die, the dead live" were written, and nothing else

"Does Xiao Gongzi know what 'the living die, the dead live'?"

"I know what it means to 'live dead,' but I never know what it means to 'die to live,' but I never know what it means. Legend has it that the ghost orchid is nourished by rotten things, and 'dead and alive' should mean dead and alive. ”

He Jingying shook her head: "If that's the case, why aren't there any ghost orchids in the swamp we just passed by?" Is there an empty grave with no bones buried under the stele? And who is going to write a bloody book on the stone tablet of an empty grave? ”

"Stupid girl, since it's called 'the living die', of course it means that the living will die." Pulsatilla leaned over: "Look at this hellish place, there is no living popularity except us." It smells of the dead. ”

Suddenly, Qi Zhen shouted angrily: "Who is there!" With that, Qi Zhen chased after him.

"Mrs. Qi!" He Jingying shouted. Qi Zhen didn't seem to hear it, and ran forward like crazy.

In such a bad environment, if a person is left alone, what will be the consequences?

Cao Jingzhao also said urgently: "Qi Zhen, don't chase!" ”

As soon as Cao Jingzhao's words fell, Qi Zhen screamed. He Jingying dared to chase after her, only to see that beside Qi Zhen, her own saber was stuck diagonally in the mire, and there was a trace of blood on the saber. Qi Zhen had a deep wound on his arm, and blood gushed out from the wound.

"Qi Zhen!" Cao Jingzhao rushed over, wrapped his shirt in private, and tightly wrapped it around Qi Zhen's arm. But Qi Zhen's wound snaked from his arm to his wrist, cutting open the artery, and a large amount of blood dripped into the water, staining the swamp around Qi Zhen black.

Qi Zhen's lips gradually turned pale. "I saw a man disappear in the water."

This water has only barely reached the calves of everyone, where can people be hidden. He Jingying asked, "Mrs. Qi, are you sure you saw someone?" ”

Qi Zhen nodded: "That person took out the sword faster than me, and I was scratched by him on the wrist before I took out the sword." ”

"Hehe, it's interesting, this place still has good kung fu? It doesn't matter if he's a human or a ghost, grandpa wants to fight with him. Pulsatilla heard Qi Zhen say this, and suddenly became interested again.

The ghost-faced Langjun leaned down and touched the water: "Is there a road in this water?" ”

"Is there a road in the water? Was it a man or a fish that hurt this kid? It's not fun at all if it's a fish. "Pulsatilla was still thinking about the fight, and he didn't care about the way out or anything.

Everyone had no time to take care of the pulsatilla, and they all held their weapons in their hands vigilantly, whether it was a man, a ghost or a fish hiding in this darkness, they had to kill it.

Yuan Geyu looked at the stone on the side, and was suddenly startled: "Sister A-Ying, this water is not right!" ”

"What's wrong with this water?"

Yuan Geyu pointed to the stone on the side: "This water is lowering, you see." ”

Yang Minzhi lowered the torch a little, and sure enough, there was a clear water mark on the stone, and with this water mark as a comparison, it was easy to see that the water in the swamp where they were standing was drastically decreasing.

"This blood also flows very fast!" Xiao Zilun pointed at Qi Zhen's feet and shouted.

The blood that flowed from Qi Zhen's wrist did not spread out in the swamp, but twisted into several strands and scattered in all directions. The blood was pouring down the stumps around it.

Or rather, it's the stump that sucks the blood.

A strange smell wafted in, suppressing the rancid smell of the swamp. The roots of one of the stumps moved, and a white flower grew from the ugly roots, and the white flower floated in the air like a ghost fire.

"Ghost Orchid!" Ghost-faced Langjun shouted, "This is Ghost Lan!" ”

Another flower bloomed on the stump, and the blood was the best nourishment for the ghost orchid. They greedily sucked the blood from Qi Zhen's body. Dark red blood crept up the roots of the stump, and scarlet nourishment was delivered to the tip of each root.

These flowers, as if they have been sleeping for thousands of years, can't wait to bloom as soon as they wake up. There was a little scarlet in the white petals, like a blood-stained stamen.

Hundreds of tree stumps of ghost orchids bloomed one after another, and the gloomy ghost fire covered the entire swamp like stars in this gloomy underground forest. The Sun, Moon and Star City descended on the earth, if it wasn't in the Ghost Domain, then this kind of scenery would be the most beautiful landscape in the world. The leaves of the ghost orchid are slightly curved like the five fingers of a skeleton, unlike any kind of flower in this world, the beauty of the ghost orchid is the extreme beauty that blooms from the strange.

People can't help but want to get close to it.

It's not the kind of intimacy that you want to hold it in your hands.

Instead, she wanted to kneel in front of it, stretch out her neck, let its poignant leaves cut through her throat, let her suck her own blood, gnaw her own flesh and bones, and let her skin rot in this swamp and become its nourishment.

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