It didn't take long for an incomparably deep voice to echo in my ears: "Kick at the door, report to your home." ”

The sound was mixed with the sound of the waterfall falling into the water, as if it were the waterfall itself, but it was coming from all directions, and it was difficult to tell where the source of the sound was.

Qiao Sanye cleared his throat and responded: "Hanzhong thieves Qiao Laosan, Jingchu thieves Lu Shengcai, Xiaolongtan Lao Du master and apprentice, Shejiagu can leave." ”

The voice was quickly muffled by the sound of running water, and there was no movement except the sound of water.

After waiting for a long time, there was a dull explosion in the waterhole, and then the ground trembled slightly, and the big bluestone that had been beaten by Qiao Sanye just now first swayed violently, and then slowly sank into the ground.

Not long after, at the position where the big bluestone had just studied, a round hole with a width of meters was presented.

Qiao Sanye turned around and said to our juniors: "Keep your mind when you go down, don't be affected by the yin qi inside." ”

With that, he plunged into the hole.

Directly below this round hole is connected to a soft ladder made of unknown materials, the whole long ladder is full of toughness, as if it is made of hard rubber, but the surface feels a strange oily slippery, and the touch is like human skin.

I heard the Master say to me, "This soft ladder is woven with the tendons of the dead, and these people were all evildoers who harmed one side before they died, and hanging their tendons here can suppress their souls and prevent them from leaving the pool." ”

It turns out that this is how the ghosts in the waterhole came from.

When Master said this, when I touched the soft ladder with the palm of my hand, I felt very relieved in my heart.

Thirty meters down the soft ladder, there is a stone Yong that extends horizontally, the moisture in the tunnel is extremely heavy, take a breath, you can feel the humidity and chill mixed in the moisture.

After Lu Shengcai and Yunshang got off the soft ladder, they also kept rubbing their hands, obviously because they were also responded to by my master's previous words.

At first, there was only a faint light shining in the corridor, and everyone could only see each other's vague outlines and general movements, until Qiao Sanye knocked on the wall of the corridor with his fingers, and heard a soft sound of "hoo, hoo, hoo......, hoo, and a wisp of fire rose in the corridor.

The torches hanging on the road wall seem to be completely unaffected by the moisture, and the flames are fluttering, and the hundreds of meters long Yongdao is lit from beginning to end, and it is faintly visible that there is a small stone hall at the end of the road, and there seems to be a person sitting in the stone hall.

It was too far away, and I wasn't sure if it was a person or a sculpture.

Qiao Sanye raised his hand and motioned for everyone to move on.

There was no one else in the corridor except the five of us, but when we walked in the flickering firelight, we found that there were many shadows on the walls and the ground, as if there were many invisible people passing us from time to time, and sometimes when we looked down, we found that there were small shadows shrunk in the corners, just like a group of two or three-year-old children squatting there covered in darkness.

But when I look closely, they disappear in an instant.

As we went deeper and deeper, there were more and more of these chaotic shadows, and then the entire wall was covered with shadows, and it became pitch black, and only a few of us were illuminated by the firelight.

It felt like a few of us were floating in the infinite darkness, countless pairs of invisible eyes lurking in the depths of the darkness, staring at us motionlessly.

At the same time, a heart-warming yin qi also spread out from the darkness.

There is a strange chill in that yin qi, attached to people, like a layer of frozen asphalt, which cannot be shaken off or avoided.

The pores all over our body were like ice needles pierced into them, stimulating our nerves one by one, and I couldn't tell whether the stinging pain coming from the pores came from the sharp needle tips or was provoked by an overly strong chill.

It's a bit like the pain of holding a snowball ball for a long time and freezing your fingertips during a snowball in winter.

It wasn't until I entered the stone hall that this feeling finally disappeared, and my body instantly became warmer.

On the opposite side of the hall door, there is a narrow mahogany case, behind which sits an old man, who is holding a brush dipped in red ink, reading the books on the case.

I can't tell if he is a man or a woman, this old man's appearance is neither yin nor yang, and his figure is also between slender and muscular, no, it should be said, his figure has been changing between slender and muscular, and even his facial features are constantly changing.

The process of change is vague, even if you stare at him, you can't see what is happening in the change, he is like an impenetrable cloud of smoke, the cloud and smoke are unpredictable, but no matter how you look at it, it is just a cloud of smoke after all.

The master hugged his hand at the other party: "Granny Leng." ”

As soon as these words came out, the changes in the other party's body suddenly stopped, and at this time she became a short old woman, with only the endless vicissitudes of time on her face, and no look in her eyes, like a newly dead corpse.

She slowly stood up and hugged her fist towards my master: "Master Du, long time no see." ”

If it weren't for my master who spoke first, she didn't seem to intend to deal with us, but once she did, her tone was very respectful.

Master lowered her hands, and she continued, "Xiao Song told me the purpose of your visit. ”

If you knew what we were here for, why didn't you speak until now?

The master didn't respond, just nodded silently.

The old man glanced at me and asked, "He's a landing boy, isn't he?" ”

The master nodded silently.

Not only the master, but even the third master Qiao, who has always talked a lot, has been silent at this time.

Seeing my master nodding, the old man smiled: "The only seedling that comes out once in 2,500 years, and he is a master disciple of Xiaolongtan, I should also do my part for him." ”

A hint of confusion appeared on Master's face, but he did not speak.

The old man didn't care whether anyone answered her words or not, and said to himself: "The people of Tianzong came to me to find the whereabouts of the ancient book of Luoshu, but he has nothing to do with the ancient book, and I am afraid that until today, he has not been able to find it." The ancient book of Luoshu may be hidden in two places, Luoshui No. 9 Middle School and Taosha Creek. ”

As she spoke, she handed a folded note to my master: "She is an old ghost on the mountain, and she is also the oldest person in the Ghost Waterfall lineage, if you plan to send the children to the Yin Capital, you can go to her first and sit there." ”

The old man's words were inexplicable, and I was confused.

But the master seemed to understand exactly what she was talking about, raised his hand to take the note, and briefly thanked her.

After that, the old man didn't say anything more, sat down again, picked up the brush, and reviewed the book in his hand.