The face in the well stared at Wang Yu and said, "Because, this kid is a living person!" ”

Wang Yu sighed in his heart, but it was still debunked.

Caidie insisted: "Brother Bone Eater, you must have lost your eyes, he is obviously a fox demon!" ”

Bone Eater showed a meaningful smile: "Girl, do you really not know that he is a living person, or are you deliberately pretending to be stupid?" Well, I'll let you see it! ”

The face in the well water gradually diluted, and finally disappeared completely, and at this time, the reflection of Wang Yu and Caidie on the shore appeared in the well.

Wang Yu revealed his true colors, and he was no longer the mediocre-looking "Lin Chao" on the shore who wore a mask.

And the reflection of the butterfly in the well is not the graceful woman on the shore, but a white skeleton.

The reflection of the two faded away, and in its place, the face of the bone-eating well reappeared.

It sneered and said, "Little girl, have you forgotten that I can show the true nature of everything in the world, and even if I am a clever disguise in this world, I can't hide my eyes." ”

"Brother Bone Eater, I didn't mean to deceive you."

"Little girl, you should know my rules, no one will be left behind!"

The sound of the bone-eating well changed suddenly, and its face became extremely fierce, and a powerful murderous aura flowed out of the well, hovering in this layer of tower.

Wang Yu immediately secretly held the talisman in his palm, ready to deal with the attack of this ghost creature at any time.

Caidie pleaded anxiously: "Brother Gujing, please let him go." ”

Bone Eater looked at Wang Yu gloomily and said, "Boy, do you have to pass through this?" ”

Wang Yu replied affirmatively: "It must pass!" ”

The bone-eating well said: "Okay, for the sake of Caidie's face, I'll give you a chance, if you can look at the half pillar of incense in the well and not move, I'll let you go!" ”

"You talk counts?"

"My bone-eating well has always been a word in the ghost world, and it is difficult for horses to chase!"

"Yes, I promise you."

Wang Yu agreed to the conditions of the bone-eating well, although he knew that staring at the well was definitely not as simple as it sounded, but if he fought with this ghost, it was absolutely impossible to surrender it within half a pillar of incense, that is, fifteen minutes, and maybe he would be defeated in its hands.

Caidie grabbed Wang Yu's hand and said anxiously: "Wang Gongzi, you must not agree to it." The way the bone-eating well harms people in the world is to make a sound to seduce curious people to look down the well. It can see and reflect people's past and present lives, so those who usually stop to watch will get lost in the period and finally be captured by the bone-eating well. ”

"Really? I'm curious about what my past life was like. ”

Wang Yu deliberately said some words of comfort to Caidie, and then turned around and looked down into the well, he believed that his willpower was not so weak, and he would not be easily lost by the magic of demonization.

"Boy, are you ready?"

"I'm ready!"

The blood-red water of the well began to fade slowly, and the face of the bone-eating well dissipated with it.

The well water is getting lighter and lighter, from the color of blood to colorless and transparent, just like ordinary well water.

The bone-eating well's face disappeared completely, replaced by a full moon.

The full moon in the well was so dazzling that it looked like a giant flashlight.

Time passed minute by minute, Wang Yu's eyes were spicy and painful, he couldn't see anything except the shiny white, and there was no picture of his past life that he imagined.

He suspected that the purpose of this bone-eating well was not to capture his own soul, but to blind his own eyes.

The light of the well water gradually weakened, and finally the well water returned to its original blood color, and the face of the bone-eating well looked at Wang Yu with a hint of fear in surprise.

Wang Yu rubbed his eyes and asked puzzledly, "Why did you stop, what about the picture of my past life?" ”

Eater stammered, "It's ...... No longer needed...... You...... You can go over. ”

With that, the water level dropped suddenly, and soon the well dried up, revealing the staircase at the bottom of the well.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

Wang Yu was very puzzled in his heart, he didn't know if it was his own delusion, and he felt that the bone-eating well suddenly seemed to become very afraid of himself.

But now that it's willing to give way, that's even better.

Caidie also looked at this scene with surprise and puzzlement.

After going down to the bottom of the well, Wang Yu asked Caidie curiously: "Caidie girl, did you see any picture in the well water just now?" ”

Caidie shook her head and said, "I only saw a blinding light, and I couldn't see anything. ”

"Hey, it doesn't matter, as long as you can pass the test anyway. What's next? ”

"The Lord of the Seventh Layer is a poet in the early Tang Dynasty. He was merry by nature, and he liked to drink and write poetry. I specially brought a bottle of Peach Blossom Wine from Her Royal Highness the Princess, as long as I coax him to be happy, he will definitely not embarrass us. ”

Caidie said as she took out a beautifully shaped bronze lotus crane flask from her sleeve.

Wang Yu saw that she was so well prepared, and praised excitedly: "Miss Caidie, you are still thoughtful, when did you prepare the wine." ”

"Previously in Shangyang Palace, I promised to take my son to the top of the Lock Demon Tower, and I brought this pot of wine with me when I went out."

Caidie continued: "Just this wine, I'm afraid it's not enough, if you can chant a few good poems, Wang Gongzi, he will definitely be impressed by you, and not only will he not embarrass us when the time comes, maybe he will also tell us how to pass through the eighth floor of the Lock Demon Tower." ”

If it is poetry, Wang Yu, a modern person in the 21st century, how can he have this ability?

But after thinking about it, as long as the poems of the "poet ghost" on the seventh floor can be used by himself, anyway, he is already dead, who knows who wrote it.

So Wang Yu asked Caidie, who is this poet on the seventh floor?

"His name is Liu Xiyi."

"It's him!"

"It seems that you also know him, Prince Wang."

"Hey, didn't he die because of poetry!"

There are many people who have died because of poetry in history, but Liu Xiyi is definitely the most wronged one.

Other poets died because of their poems, mostly satirizing and offending the court in their poems, but this poet is different.

Wang Yu knows that there is a famous sentence in Liu Xiyi's "Baitou Yin", "The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year." ”

It was this poem that brought him death.

Because this poem is so well written, it is so good that Liu Xiyi's uncle Song Zhiwen wants to take it for himself, Liu Xiyi is unwilling, and Song Zhiwen has Liu Xiyi buried him alive.

Wang Yu thought to himself, this poet was not yet thirty years old when he died, how resentful he must have been when he was buried alive, no wonder he would turn into a ghost, and his strength could be the master of the seventh layer of the Lock Demon Tower.

Knowing that the master of the seventh layer is Liu Xiyi, it will be easy to do, Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi and a large number of poets were born after he died, and he can pass the test by making a few popular poems among them.

Stepping on the last step, the two finally came to the seventh floor of the Lock Demon Tower.

In front of me is a verdant bamboo forest, a winding stone road, leading to a small thatched hut, not far from the thatched hut, there is a small stream meandering, and on a bluestone by the stream, lies an old man full of alcohol.

The old man was wearing a white robe, looking chic and elegant, as if he was like an immortal outside the world, and the wine pot beside him fell to the ground, and the wine in the pot had long been dry.

This seventh-floor Lock Demon Tower doesn't look as dark and terrifying as the other floors, but like an immortal retreat.

Caidie walked up with the wine and said, "Mr. Liu, I've come to see you." ”

Wang Yu muttered in his heart: "It's really Liu Xiyi!" Why did he look like this, wasn't he thirty years old when he died? ”

If you think about it carefully, this may probably be because the poet felt that this image was more "detached", so he deliberately incarnated it.

Speaking of ancient Chinese literary artists, isn't it this kind of hidden detachment that they pursue?

When Liu Xiyi heard that there was wine, he immediately sat up, and excitedly held the wine jug like a child and drank it all: "Good wine, really good wine!" ”

Seeing that he was happy, Caidie said: "Mr. Liu, we have to go to the top of the building, can you let us borrow it?" ”

Liu Xiyi said with a smile: "The hands of the people are short, since I drank your wine, then you go up." ”

Caidie was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Liu, thank you." ”

Wang Yu didn't expect the poet to be so easy to speak, so he also bowed and said thank you, and just wanted to go inside, but was stopped by Liu Xiyi.

"Slow down, young man."