Chapter Forty-Seven: The Mountains and Rivers Are Exhausted

Feng Ping looked at Qing Xuanzi in surprise, and suddenly felt that the old Taoist image in front of him was tall and majestic. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoOriginally, the way to deal with this kind of gods and monsters was just a dead horse as a live horse doctor.,I didn't expect it to really have an effect.,Anyway, it seems to be at least temporarily out of that terrifying thing.。

Looking at Qing Xuanzi's calm appearance, Feng Ping actually had an unprecedented sense of security, although the old Tao in front of him obviously did not have a way to solve all problems, but he was much stronger than himself.

Just about to celebrate with Qing Xuanzi, but everything didn't seem to be as smooth as imagined, Feng Ping was just about to praise two sentences when he felt that the room began to vibrate again, and this time the amplitude was significantly stronger than before. "Isn't it, still coming?" As soon as he thought so, he heard a burst of footsteps from the deep upward staircase.

The footsteps were small and soft, and if everyone hadn't been so nervous about what had happened before, they probably wouldn't have noticed it in this shaking environment. The feeling of the pace should obviously be a woman, but the voice has a trance that seems to be in a trance, as if it is walking and stopping, which makes people feel very unreal, and how can a woman suddenly appear in such a place.

"So it's really the female ghost I saw before?" Feng Ping thought a little staggeredly.

All three of them stared nervously at the passage, a little scared but also a little expectant. On the one hand, I want to know what the culprit of this strange change is, at least I have to die to understand. On the other hand, I still hope that there will be no fierce and vicious guys in it, so that they can't deal with it.

At this critical time, Feng Ping's heart did not fluctuate. He felt as if he had a less fearful feeling of death after that dream, though it was painful and helpless. But he knows very deeply that when death really comes, as a small human being, he can't refuse and resist at all. Therefore, we can only try to avoid danger and avoid disasters, and when we really face it, we don't need to look ahead and backward at all.

The staircase up seemed to be infinitely long, and the sound of footsteps came from all the way through, but it made people feel no distance, as if the people inside had been walking in place and had never walked down. It's uncomfortable, like a fish in your throat.

Feng Ping listened to it for a while, and gradually began to feel a little helpless, can't he just wait here all the time? I've been listening to it for so long, and it's obvious that the things inside won't just come out for everyone to see, maybe she just wants to put psychological pressure on everyone.

was just about to step forward to see what was coming out of that passage, but was pulled by Qing Xuanzi on the side. I thought that the other party was going to give me something to protect myself, but I saw that he began to read something in his mouth again, but this time there was no sound coming out. And as he began to chant the incantation, the footsteps in the passage actually stopped. It was as if the contents really stopped because of the spells and stopped moving.

Qing Xuanzi's expression was very serious, and the speed of reciting the incantation became faster and faster. And Feng Ping just kept the posture of being pulled by him and looked at him, because he really couldn't be sure if he should break free, or if the action of breaking free would cause him any harm. And just like that, two minutes passed, and the situation did not change in the slightest, except that Feng Ping obviously saw the countless sweats that kept coming out of Qing Xuanzi's head.

This place is underground, the temperature is very low, Feng Ping even feels that the clothes on his body are not warm enough, and now there is no strenuous exercise, how can he still sweat so much. In addition to sweating, Feng Ping also found that Qing Xuanzi's expression became painful, as if he was suffering from some pain. Looking at his beating green muscles, he thought that this silent confrontation was developing in a direction that was not in his favor.

Qing Xuanzi is now facing a conflict that he can't perceive, and it doesn't seem that the situation is very good, but he can only stand helplessly and can't help anything, which makes Feng Ping have a deep frustration.

After a few more minutes, Qing Xuanzi was already sweating profusely, his eyes had become blood-red, and with the tiredness that couldn't be concealed, he felt that he couldn't last long. And Feng Ping has also reached the limit of patience. He felt that Lao Dao should be caught in an unknown confrontation now, obviously the other party was not a good thing, and if he didn't help wait for Qing Xuanzi to lose now, he would have no chance. But how can you help? Since you can't help here, you can cause some disturbance to the other party.

After making up his mind, he no longer hesitated, and gently broke free of Qing Xuanzi's hand, thinking about giving Professor Qu on the side twice to enter the passage, only to find that Professor Qu had already fallen to the ground.

This frightened Feng Ping, the inexplicable and sudden death of the stake had already made him feel like a soldier, and now that Professor Qu is like this, won't he also die? With the addition of himself, there are only three people left here, and the stake has not woken up until now, if something happens to Professor Qu again, the manpower will be even thinner. Hurriedly went over and probed Professor Qu's snort twice, but fortunately he was still breathing, and it seemed that he had just fainted. I don't know if it was because of the attack like a madman, or because of exhaustion and stress, but as long as it wasn't a sudden death, it's okay.

Moved Professor Qu to the side of the stake, both of them lay quietly with their eyes closed, if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their chests, Feng Ping would even think that they were dead. Looking at the appearance of the two, he was a little envious, Feng Ping felt that if he could sleep like this, he wouldn't have to worry about everything, which seemed to be good. It's just that it's better to have your own life in your own hands.

Pick up a flashlight in one hand and take out a pickaxe from your bag with the other. Feng Ping felt that it was really very wise for him to bring this thing, otherwise there would be no guy who would have to face such an unknown situation, and he would be a little unstable now, and now that he has a guy in his hand, he is a lot bolder. "If only there was wine." Feng Ping thought so, his grandfather had always been reluctant to let him drink, although he had drunk a lot in college, but the situation was too bad in comparison. Thinking of the common saying that wine is strong and intimidating, although Feng Ping doesn't feel that he is instigating, it is also good to take the opportunity to try whether he can be courageous.

Walking to the steps up the stairs, the little stone butterfly was still quietly placed there, only to find that the water in the stone dish had already become black, as if it was ink in it, looking up at the endless darkness, shining a flashlight on the past except for the stone wall and steps, if it weren't for everything that was happening now, I would really think that this was just an ordinary passage. He turned around and looked at the unconscious Professor Qu and the stake, the dead madman, and the stiff Qing Xuanzi who was standing silently reciting a mantra in his mouth. When he and Qing Xuanzi's eyes met, Feng Ping clearly felt the other party's retention, although it was not a language, but Feng Ping still understood the old way and asked him not to go over. In that look, there was helplessness, fear, and a deep sadness. But what if you don't go? Now the situation is exhausted, and Qing Xuanzi, who is the only one who can deal with it, seems to be restricted from moving, and can only stand and silently recite the incantation, only on his own.

Resolutely turn back, put aside all fears and distractions, and since you can't help anything, you have to do your best. Feng Ping stepped on the steps one step at a time, and the world whirled.