Xiao Lian shouted impatiently: "Shut up! ”

Pulsatilla really closed his mouth and sat on the ground aggrieved like a child.

He Jingying and Yang Minzhi nervously ran to Xiao Lian's side, Yang Minzhi pinched Xiao Lian's wrist and examined it carefully, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he opened Xiao Lian's eyes and looked at it. After Yang Minzhi tinkered with Xiao Lian for a long time, he said mercilessly: "You are dying." ”

Xiao Lian raised his eyebrows: "Ancestor, didn't you say that I was drowned before?" How did it turn out to be poisoned again? ”

Yang Minzhi shook his head: "This ghost orchid is not poisonous, but it consumes your energy. Although you looked weak before, you have less energy to consume, and at least you can survive until you return to Beijing for healing. But after you take this ghost orchid, the ghost orchid forcibly forces your energy out, and you are not far from running out of oil and lamp. ”

Xiao Lian withdrew his hand from Yang Minzhi's hand: "Ancestor, you have to have a little confidence in yourself, if you say that I drowned, I will definitely not die of drought." ”

Xiao Lian took the torch from Yang Minzhi's hand and looked around the dungeon. The reason why this underground palace is called "palace" is because there is an altar in the middle of this underground palace, and the altar has no intricate patterns, and hundreds of skulls surround the altar. Surrounded by the cliff wall around the altar, some drawings are drawn. Although a few paintings were cut a little blurry by Xiao Lian, the contents of the pictures could still be vaguely recognized.

He Jingying touched the first picture, which depicted a newborn baby, who was held high in the hands of the patriarch like a god. A woman standing aside should be the mother of the baby. And before them fell many people on their knees. The baby was different from everyone around him, all white and everyone else was yellow-brown.

He Jingying looked at the next picture again. As the baby grows up, his appearance is more and more different from everyone else, he is snow-white, even his hair is white, he has no pupils, and he stays in the dark forever. Beyond the darkness where he stood, there was peace, and there were people who knelt on the ground and offered sacrifices.

Xiao Lian frowned and said, "Are there any immortals who don't have pupils?" ”

"Maybe it's not that he doesn't have pupils, if you look at these pictures, although he doesn't have pupils, he can look in the direction people are coming from. He didn't draw his pupils, maybe he was afraid of light. ”

"Afraid of light, and covered in snow?" Xiao Lian suddenly felt that this statement was a little familiar: "Does this person have albinism?" ”

He Jingying was puzzled: "Albinism? ”

Xiao Lian nodded and explained: "On our side, there is research on this disease, which is called albinism. But there is no one with you who knows about this disease, so this man is offered as a god. ”

He Jingying shook her head: "I'm afraid not everyone treats him as a god." ”

In the following painting, there is a conflict between people from another tribe and this tribe, and in the chaos, the mother of the white man is killed by the people of another tribe in order to protect him.

"Xiao Lian, look at this, it's a Yin soldier!"

After the woman was killed, the white man stepped out into the sun, and he was on fire, and another head suddenly grew from his neck. In the next painting, the heavens and the earth change color, dark clouds obscure the sun, and a large number of skeletons leap from the sky with swords and axes. Whether it is a native or a foreigner, the neck has been cut off by the sword and axe of the Yin soldier.

The last painting is extremely bloody, and the Yin soldiers ripped off the heads of the barbarians who had been cut off, and took out the brains from those skulls and sucked them up. The ground was covered with stumps, and the barbarian's heart was torn out by the Yin soldiers and held in his hands.

The white man was covered in blood, and he was bowed down by the Yin soldiers. The Yin soldier's hand clinged to him, ripped a piece of flesh from his body, and held it in his hand reverently. The two heads on his neck had different expressions, one with a twisted expression of extreme pain, and the other with a hideous laugh.

He Jingying shuddered, if this was a Yin soldier, it would only be a catastrophe in the world if he was released.

"Is this the Yin Soldier?" Ghost-faced Langjun's voice trembled a little.

He Jingying was stunned for a moment, and the ghost-faced Langjun found the ghost domain with them, but he didn't seem to know anything about the ghost domain.

"Let's go." Ghost-faced Langjun pointed to the way he came. "Lord Wang, let's go back quickly, all this is a conspiracy."

Xiao Lian's eyes lit up: "What conspiracy?" ”

Ghost-faced Langjun shook his head: "I can't say, you believe me, let's go quickly!" ”

It was the ghost face Langjun who designed Xiao Lian to enter the ghost domain, and now it is he who let Xiao Lian go. Xiao Lian was furious in his heart, and lifted the ghost-faced Langjun up: "You make it clear." ”

The mask of the ghost-faced Langjun couldn't hide the panic in his expression: "I can't say, I can't say." But Lord Wang, think about it, the legendary Yin soldiers in the world are a ghost general who can obey people's orders. But if you look at these pictures, these Yin soldiers don't distinguish between enemy and me, where will they obey people's orders? Lord, think about it, what if the legend that the world hears is wrong from the beginning? What if someone deliberately makes people think that the Yin Soldier is a controllable force! ”

Similar to the power of ghosts and gods, who wouldn't want to get it in this troubled world? But who has ever thought about what the consequences would be if it was not their own power?

Perhaps no one has cared about the consequences at all, and too many people petition to die in a different place, rather than live a mediocre life.

Xiao Lian asked the ghost-faced Langjun coldly: "Do you really not know about the Yin Soldiers?" ”

The ghost-faced Langjun took Xiao Lian's hand away: "If you want to believe it, you can believe it, and if you don't want to believe it, forget it." I don't want to die in this hellish place! ”

After saying that, the ghost-faced Langjun ran towards the way he came, but before he could reach the entrance, he only heard a "squeak" and the entrance was closed.

The enemy locked them up in this dungeon out of sight.

The torch in Yang Minzhi's hand shook, and suddenly turned blue, like a netherworld fire illuminating the entire underground palace. The hungry ghost in the painting seemed to be about to descend from the stone wall, and the skeleton on the altar seemed to smile strangely in the fire.

Chun'er followed closely behind He Jingying: "Miss, will we be eaten by ghosts?" ”

Xiao Lian frowned and said, "Before we are eaten by ghosts, we may be suffocated and starved to death first. ”

The sound of the door closing seemed to wake up the pulsatilla. His madness seemed to be cured suddenly: "Grandson! We have been calculated! Let's go, let's see, with the strength of you and me, we may be able to push the stone gate open. ”

Xiao Lian shook his head: "If just two people can push the stone gate open, then what's the point of this mechanism?" ”

The pulsatilla smiled and took out another ghost orchid from his arms: "I still have one here, otherwise you can eat another one, maybe you can push the stone door open." ”

Xiao Lian: "......"

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