The moment I landed, I seemed to see a thick stream of black smoke coming from behind the white shadow. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info I think it was the dry corpse that found that the two lords in the coffin were missing, and beckoned Black Smoke to come to me desperately?

The chest that had just hit was cloudy, and he rubbed his head and turned his head to look at it, and the white shadow was a sick beauty. At this time, the three of us collided with seven meat and eight vegetables. When I saw the black smoke that followed me, my face began to turn pale, the parasites in this thing were not a joke, and I didn't want to play a sweaty game anymore. It's just that the black smoke is actually surging outside the Zhu Gate, and there is no sense of moving forward at all, as if he is afraid of something? I haven't figured out what's going on? With a loud bang, Zhu Men slammed shut, and suddenly it was pitch black......

In the darkness, I felt my body tingle from the cold, and the temperature around me was absolutely fatal for those of us who were almost naked. For a while, I was shivering from the cold, and it was even difficult to breathe. The monk's voice trembled on the side: "Hiss! This...... This... What the hell is this place, I feel ...... It feels like you're stuffed in the fridge. ”

Suddenly, there were lights in the four corners of the surroundings, as if someone had turned on the fluorescent lamp at home, and everything around me suddenly appeared clearly in my sight.

It is a boxy blue hall, surrounded by blue ice walls, the structure is angular, smooth and distinct, and the top is a triangular palace eaves with glazed blue tiles. The surrounding cold air rises, undulating and surging, as if people are in the clouds. In the middle of the main hall is an empty depression, surrounded by a stone corridor, on which the dragon and phoenix colored clouds are carved. It is also square in shape, just like the artificial swimming pool of the rich today.

The ice walls in the corners of the four corners shone with a faint blue light, and the entire hall was illuminated by the blue light. There was a blue flower ice ground under our feet, and there were ice and jade walls around us, and the three of us were stunned.

"The door is gone!" I was fascinated by the sight of all around, when the sick beauty suddenly pointed in the direction of the vermilion gate. I followed her finger and saw that the original gate had turned into a wall of ice. I hurriedly stepped forward to observe and stroke, but my heart was cold, what happened? A vermilion lacquer gate just disappeared like this? Could it be that your sister's ghost hit the wall?

The monk's face was extremely ugly when he touched his bald head, and he first went to my side and touched the smooth ice wall, and then held his cheeks and thought hard, and said, "Let's sort it out first, this thing is too evil!" ”

The sick beauty frowned, and this time she said more than she could: "I was entangled with that female ghost just now, and that black smoke poured from the golden room. But when they chased them outside the door, they didn't seem to dare to come in rashly, and even the corpse and the female ghost were afraid of this, and it was probably not easy here. ”

I nodded with the monk, the sick beauty is right, even the place where the thousand-year-old lice king is afraid, no matter how you think about it, it will not be a fun place, I feel a little chill in my heart, but whether it is dangerous here is secondary, after all, I have never seen any battles along the way. But the cold temperature alone can kill me.

I rubbed my almost numb hands, puffing in an attempt to warm myself up. I looked around, looking for something to keep warm, and I ended up with an unobstructed view of the hall. I touched my pocket and the waterproof bag on my waist again, only a few hard things like a military stab phone, and other daily necessities were placed on Da Zhuang's side. The monk also touched me and shook his head at me to say that he couldn't do anything.

At this time, a fire ignited on the hand of the sick beauty, and I hurriedly looked back, only to see that she was holding a fire fold in her hand, and the flame was faintly rising. The monk looked at the fire fold, made a face at me, and his consciousness told me to go and ask for one. I said in my heart, why do you let me do all the shameless things? If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't beat you, I would have slapped you to Flaming Mountain earlier.

Shaking his head, he walked helplessly towards the sick beauty, opened his mouth and was about to speak. She threw the fire fold at me, I caught it in a hurry, the cold numb hand was not at all good, the fire fold was in my hand several times, and my hot palm was red, so that it hung on the ground.

Then the sick beauty lit a fire fold again, and ignored me who screamed again and again. Turn around and look at the walls around and grope for observation. The monk and I squatted on the ground, holding the small fire fold in the palms of our four hands, the two of them shivered from the cold, snorting snot one by one, we looked at each other, but there was a feeling of joy in suffering.

"Hey! Bugs, don't you think? Are we like the little match girl in a fairy tale? ”

"You pull the ** down! You're bald and wearing sunglasses! If you were a match girl, would you not let the children who listened to fairy tales go to sleep? Do the children of our motherland still have a healthy childhood? ”

I was blind BB without nutrition, during which our mobile phones rang a few times, but it was too cold, and neither of us touched the phone. For fear that if you have an empty hand, the position of the fire will be occupied by the other party. The sick beauty over there took out her mobile phone while observing the ice wall intently. The monk and I looked at her and wanted to hear what was in the phone, and I suddenly thought that with the nature of a sick beauty, even if there was any important information in the phone, she was too lazy to tell us. But to my surprise, she looked at the phone and looked at it for a moment, then turned around and walked up to us and spread it out in front of us.

There was a voice message on the phone, which read: "Big bug! Who do you see we met? ”

The second piece of information is a photograph of a large hall similar to ours, but not in the snow and ice like us. In the photo, a person is smiling at the camera, the corners of his mouth are torn apart, and he looks a little inexplicably gloomy.

Although the light was dim in the photo, I immediately recognized the face. Because it's so familiar, I've seen it almost every day since I was a child. The face in the photo had a great impact on me, this feeling was like hitting someone on the head, and my mind was clouded, how could it be him?

"I ...... What the fuck? The monk was also shocked. I shook off the fire fold in my hand and went to take my phone and take a closer look. As soon as I took off the fire fold and almost fell to the ground, the monk hurriedly caught it, and also turned his head to stare at the photo, and he said in a trembling voice: "How can it be a tiger?" Another one who came back from the dead? ”

Oh, yes! It's a tiger in the photo! Could it be a dead tiger? How could I not recognize the appearance of my own brother. But Huzi was already dead when he was in the waterhole? I carried his corpse all the way to the giant corpse, and finally the corpse was dissolved by the frog. I've experienced it myself, and although I wish none of it was real, it's just a dream, but the truth tells me that it can't be fake!

So the tiger is dead, but who is in the photo? Thinking about the first voice message from Baozi, it seemed to help me find my brother very excited. I suddenly realized that Da Zhuang and Baozi had no idea that Huzi was dead. Thinking of the scene in the giant wreck hall, the monk held a submachine gun and fired, although he had seen the corpse of the tiger, let alone the sick beauty who came down to fight side by side with me. But Da Zhuang didn't know it, and when they got out of the predicament, they were in the 'oil smoke pipe' because there were too many puzzles, and because I didn't want to mention Huzi and be sad, so I didn't say it at all. I think Da Zhuang, they must still think that Huzi is not dead!

The appearance of 'Huzi' in the photo completely breaks common sense. What we experienced at the beginning was even weird, but this time we were completely confused. The monk and I took out our mobile phones and started to send voices. However, we also spoke very vaguely, and both of them realized that the 'tiger' who was with them might be 'lice', so they tried not to talk about the life or death of the tiger, so as not to cause them to panic or force the 'tiger' to be bad for them. We just asked them where they were and how they met Tiger Son.

We sent a dozen or so voices, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no movement over there. I shuddered with my phone, pondering this unbelievable thing. Huzi is resurrected, and Uncle Daqing is also resurrected! Is there any connection between them? If 'Uncle Daqing' hadn't been dissolved by the frog at that time, maybe he could have asked something, and now there is no proof of death. I remembered that Huzi's corpse and Uncle Daqing were both dissolved and then resurrected! Could it be that there is something strange about the blood spewed by the frog?

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Da Zhuang still didn't send any message. The fire fold in our hands is almost burned out, and if we continue to consume it like this, we may have frozen to death before we can wait for the information back. For a while, the monk and I didn't dare to sit there to keep warm, so we got up and groped around the ice walls, trying to find the mechanism to open the exit. I fumbled for a while and found that the ice walls around me were uniform, with sharp edges and corners.

I didn't think there was anything advantageous to find, so I turned around and walked towards the pool-like building in the middle, walked to the edge of the pier corridor, and looked at the middle, which was a large pit nearly 100 meters deep, like a large reservoir in all directions that had been drained of water in the middle. I feel a little grotesque in my eyes, it stands to reason that such a building that resembles a swimming pool or reservoir should be filled with water, why is there no water at all? Is it dry? It's impossible! The temperature here is so low that even if it freezes, it won't dry up.

I carefully observed the empty 'reservoir', and found that in the middle of the bottom of nearly 100 meters, there was a faint light shining, and it was too far away, even if I looked good, it was difficult to see what it was. However, judging by the outline of the star-like point of light, it looks like a four-legged snake of gold and jade, and this discovery makes me feel more and more grotesque.

The sick beauty walked up to me and began to look at the bottom of the reservoir, looked at her for a while and said, "There is a jade artifact at the bottom, it seems to be a 'three-legged golden toad'."

I'm surprised that the eyes of the sick beauty are the second baby's clairvoyance? But I thought of the strangeness that had happened to her, and I didn't think about how good her eyes were. Hear the words three-legged golden toad? I think that in traditional Chinese culture, I know a little bit about this device, and the three-legged golden toad is basically a utensil placed on a tea set or a desk. My grandfather's tea table and my mother's desk were all on it. Mixed water is also involved in feng shui. This three-legged golden toad is said to have the ability to spit out money and absorb wealth, Feng Shui says that the golden toad with coins in its mouth spits gold into the house when it is placed, and the golden toad without money sucks money outside. Grandpa would pour it over morning, lunch and evening when he drank tea, and I didn't ask much about the details. However, what makes me wonder why a three-legged golden toad is put in this drained reservoir?

At this time, the monk put his big head next to me and said, "Worm! You said that this three-legged golden toad was placed under a 100-meter-deep reservoir, could it be that this reservoir was used as a tea set by some big man in ancient times? ”

I shook my head and said to him: "The golden toad is only popular in modern times, and in ancient times, mascots such as the Pixiu golden toad could not be faced with water, which was suspected of turning wealth into water." Could it be that in ancient times, a certain feng shui master made such a big reservoir here but did not irrigate it, and the consciousness was as simple and violent as letting a toad attract wealth? ”