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The red mark on his ankle no longer burned, but the mark was still visible. However, when I thought that although this red mark was weird, it was much stronger than the blue and black slap print, I was still a little relieved, and thinking so, I also put down my trouser legs. After taking care of my pants and standing up, I began to look around with my phone in my hand. Although I knew in my diary that it was a very vast square, and I could walk along the pond to the place where they entered the square, I really couldn't feel the concept of the so-called 'vastness' when I took such a casual photo with my mobile phone. It's still pitch black.

The light range of the phone is very limited, and I can only see that there are no walls around me, so I cautiously take a few steps forward.

Suddenly, there was a sound of water in my ears.

I tilted my ears slightly.

Everyone has a strength, and I've never had anything good at it, except for hearing.

My hearing is very good.

Of course, it didn't get to the point where it was unscientific, my hearing was only good within the normal range. For example, when I was playing on the computer alone at home, thanks to my good hearing, I could often detect it when my parents were going up the stairs, and then quickly turned off the computer and pretended to be doing homework. Time-tested.

Although the sound of water was small, I could hear it, so I followed the sound slowly. As time passed, the sound of the water became clearer and clearer, but it was still only heard, not seen. After listening to it all the way, the sound of the water was intermittent and intermittent, which was very appetizing. Curiosity is like having a cat in my heart gently scratching with its paws, and people can't help but scratch hard.

What exactly is the source of water sound?

I'm getting more and more curious.

I don't know how long I walked, but this dark and secluded environment weakened people's perception of time, and I only felt that life was like years. Finally, I smelled the abrupt smell of dust in the air slowly subsided, and there was no smell of dust, the smell was very warm, there was no special taste, it was not damp, it was not greasy, and it even gave people a sense of dryness.

I quickened my pace, held up my phone and took a picture.

The first thing that catches your eye is a very thin stream of water, which flows intermittently. Underneath it is a small pool with a finger-thick wick near the shore. I think this scene is a little familiar...... The phone shone upwards again, and the water poured down from somewhere, and the phone couldn't reach the source at all, so I had to lower the phone again to look at the wick. Wicks, wicks that float in liquid...... Embossed stone dragon! My eyes lit up, yes, this is exactly the same as the wick in the dragon's mouth in the relief stone dragon Yongdao, except for the size! I touched the flint in my pocket and sighed to myself.

Pulling out a few pieces of toilet paper, remembering how she lit the fire, I pulled my saber out of my sleeve and began fiddling with the flint. The saber wasn't small, it didn't fit in my pockets, I wrapped its blade in toilet paper and stuffed it into my sleeves, the cuffs of the down jacket were tightened, and the saber didn't have the length of a forearm, so it was perfect for here.

Looking at the flint, I was a little worried, how should this fire be born? Collision alone definitely won't work, but it's useless to think more, so I started to try it. Fortunately, the use of flint and steel was not as difficult as expected, and soon, a small string of sparks appeared. The sparks jumped on the toilet paper, and the toilet paper was fine, and it immediately caught fire, and I quickly picked up the toilet paper and approached the wick.

A blue spark sprung up.

It's lit.

I began to speculate that this pool is not water, if the short rope in the pool is really a wick, then the liquid in the pool, could it be lamp oil? I am reminded of the relief stone dragon Yongdao, where the stone dragon has saliva in its mouth, and the saliva is also ignited when it meets the fire. Maybe the liquid in this pool and the saliva in the mouth of the relief stone dragon are the same thing? That aside, this thing is clearly seeping out of the stone. It's just that the mountain rocks seep into the spring, I have heard of it, and the oil seepage is still unheard of. Somehow, my mind suddenly came to the dense waxy faces on the walls of the pathway...... I was shocked, could this oil be corpse oil?

The blue flame was still, and suddenly stretched downward, and the whole was spread out rapidly in the pool, and the blue flame met the flowing trickle, and actually branched out into a vein and traced it up, and the light of the fire was extremely high, and I looked up in a daze.

I saw that the firelight quickly closed, revealing something under the firelight......

It seems that the whole time stands still.

In my mind, I reverberated the original text of a poem that was about to be memorized: There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

In the midst of the blue fire is a dragon.

A pure black dragon.

A dragon as big as a kunpeng.

The dragon's head is high, the dragon's whiskers float, the left front paw is raised, and the other three paws are stepping on the surface of the pool, as if stepping on the surface of the liquid in the pool. The body is far away, and the delicate black scales are spectacular in the blue sea of fire. It was from the dragon's mouth that a thin stream gushed out of the dragon's mouth and fell into the pool.

I swallowed.

This dragon has a claw many times bigger than mine. There is a crescent-shaped wound on the underside of the dragon's neck. The wound was strange, the entire dragon body was in the blue firelight, only it was pitch black. The wound wasn't big for a dragon, but about the size of a scale.

I sighed at the whole dragon and began to move on, and as I passed the dragon's claws, I saw huge black shackles tied to them. The chains went deep into the pool, and they could only be seen under the bright blue flames, and it was impossible to know where they were.

The blue light suddenly began to tremble, and then a dazzling white light rose into the sky.

I scrambled back a few steps, squinting at the burst of white light, and by the light I noticed something unusual about the upper end of the dragon's raised left front paw. Not far from its front paws, a bend of white was hanging in the air. A crescent-shaped white sheet. It happened to be about the size of a wound on the foot of the dragon's neck.

Maybe...... Is this a piece of scale?

Thinking about it like this, it dawned on me that dragons have reverse scales, and these white crescent-shaped flakes are completely different from other scales, and they are likely to be dragon's reverse scales. It's just that as the saying goes: dragons have reverse scales, and those who touch them die. Why isn't this dragon's scales on it?

As I moved, the more I looked at the dragon, the stranger it became. Sculpture is generally very attention to the shape, the appearance of this black dragon can not be called stretch and elegant, at most it can only barely be regarded as domineering, the posture is not the slightest artistic at all, the shackles tied to the three giant claws also destroy the overall beauty, as a work of art, it is not at all lifelike this, there is no exquisite atmosphere of the previous building.

Could it be ...... Is this a real dragon?

I was taken aback by the idea that dragons were mythical creatures and that dragons could never be real. It's just that...... I looked at the shackles on the dragon's claws, and my heart wavered. In case of...... Was there really a dragon in ancient times? Could it be that thousands of years ago, dragons were a relatively rare animal? If this is really the case, then how magnificent should the person who built this ghost gate pass be, and there is actually a real dragon left in the pass?! Or is this mountain a treasure of feng shui? The builders robbed the chassis of the Black Dragon?

I thought to myself as I walked along the edge of the pool. Slowly, it came to the end of the pool.

At the end of the pool was a wall, and on it was inlaid with something I knew all too well.

It is the same as the golden mirror at the end of the Pig Square.

I walked in front of the mirror, and I wanted to reach out to push the door, but just as my fingers were about to touch the mirror, I remembered Ma Chengcheng's move to push the golden mirror open. She retracted her hand into her sleeve and pushed the mirror through it. I hesitated, but retracted my hand back into the cuff as she did. The saber is held in the hand holding the mobile phone, and the posture is taken to deal with the emergency.

Creak.

There was a tooth-aching creak, a huge golden mirror sprinkled a handful of black ash, and I choked and coughed a few times, and squeezed sideways into it.

The aisle was narrow, the floor was slightly sloping upward, and there were walls on both sides, and I walked cautiously up it.

The trail got steeper and steeper as I walked, and at last I was almost crawling on the ground because I couldn't stand on my feet. It was so hard to climb all the way to the end. At the end of the trail was a hole, a meter square, on the ground, and I grabbed the edge and climbed up. When the whole person turned out of this hole, I finally exhaled a breath of turbid air comfortably.

With this movement, some hot sweat also evaporated from my body, and I pulled the zipper down, and I began to look around. The entrance to the cave was all flat ground, and there was a scorching white light not far away, through which I could see that this place was not a complete square, and that the center of it was empty, and there was no ground. If the light was not mistaken, it was probably emanating from the black dragon.

I walked slowly, and my diary told me that there was a large white flake at the entrance to the next place, and now it seemed that the flake was the black dragon's scales.

The trail is straight, and it is also facing the tail of the black dragon, and the reverse scale is on the dragon's head, which means that if I want to go to the place where the reverse scale is, I have to go backwards and back. Having determined the direction, I immediately quickened my pace.

The road was very quiet, only the sound of my footsteps, although the flame was lively, there was no sound, only the beating shadow, and for a while it was also a shadow and very gloomy. Looking at this swaying black shadow, I felt very calm, and I did not have the initial panic. I found that I was not as scared as before, and I was a little sad at the same time. Maybe I've really become bold and independent, but how can I tell if this experience is a blessing or a curse?

I sighed softly and began to worry about Ma Chengcheng. In fact, I was afraid that she would have three strengths and two weaknesses, although she was ugly, always scary, and had a bad temper, thick legs, no breasts, and always robbed me of snacks...... But, but in fact, she was still very good to me.

Maybe it's because blood is thicker than water.

In fact, when Ma Chengcheng was in college, I really missed her a little, of course, only occasionally.

While praying in his heart for her safety, he quickened his pace. At this point, I only wanted to say one thing to her.

Ma Chengcheng, you must be good.