It took me a long time to calm myself down. With a deep exhalation, I slowly opened my eyes.

I first raised my hand to look at the wound on my hand, and the blood in my palm was still pouring out.

The scars that were deep enough to see the bones looked terrible, but of course, they didn't kill me.

I tore a strip of cloth from my clothes and bandaged the wound on my hand.

That's when I saw the damage I had caused.

In the entire apse, there is hardly a complete thing, these treasures that were originally priceless, but now they have become broken porcelain and rotten wood all over the ground.

Just under a little hysteria that I posted, all the treasures became worthless garbage.

That scene

Regardless of whether the tomb robbers are still archaeological, they vomited blood when they saw it.

However, looking at the mess all over the place, I don't feel the slightest pity now.

All my thoughts were on the painting, and the scroll was empty, as if there had never been a portrait I had ever seen on it.

But I knew very well in my heart that this was definitely not an illusion.

Although I don't know what the portrait on it will disappear, I'm sure what I just saw must be the one I am familiar with.

At this point, my mind was calm. I remembered what I had seen her in the painting just now.

What makes me wonder how she can draw so vividly and vividly with a smile and smile gives me the feeling that she will really jump on the page.

I know that in the Tang Dynasty, the portraits were basically realistic, and the portraits were basically poured out of a mold, and the painting style was basically the same.

In the backyard of the ancient house, I had seen the mural portrait of Xi Jing, and the painting was also very strange, it was painted in imitation of realistic painting, although I looked a little familiar, but I didn't recognize her.

And the portrait I saw on the scroll just now was indeed painted in a completely realistic way, just like a portrait drawn by a master sketcher, and even gave me the illusion that the painting was a photograph.

That's why I recognized her at a glance.

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't study much about why the portraits in the scrolls would disappear out of thin air.

At least now, let me understand a little, the person I can't forget turns out to be the concubine Hui Niang Xijing I was looking for in this underground world.

It turned out that her name was Xi Jing

Did I come to this underworld because of her calling?

So what was the purpose of her calling me?

I searched for this hall of dreams several times, inside and out.

Aside from the painting, no one was found.

And from what I saw when I entered the Dream Hall just now, it doesn't look like it's a human life.

This shows that she has not lived here for a long time.

But why did she leave a portrait of herself? Where did she go?

Thinking about this, I suddenly remembered another person

I've been thinking about this person, but I didn't think about it after seeing Xi Jing's portrait just now.

Ai Frost!

Where is the maid Ai Shuang again?

She was the maid of the Qingmeng Palace, and she was led into the Qingmeng Hall by the guy who didn't hear anyone, but why didn't I see her here?

"Find Ai Frost!" I said to myself.

"Now she is the key, maybe she will know where Lu Dao Xijing went."

After thinking about this, I searched inside and out in the Qingmeng Hall again, but there were no clues about Xi Jing and Ai Shuang.

It seems that Ai Shuang has not entered the Qingmeng Palace, and it is likely that she is still in the secret passage in the palace wall.

I put the scroll away, and instead of putting it back into the heavy, slender box, I pinned it directly behind my waist.

After that, I walked on the ground all over the ground without looking back towards the outside of the Qingmeng Temple. I have to find a way out again, get out of here, and go back to the tunnels.

Outside the Hall of Dreams, there was only the same stone path as when I came, looming in the thick fog.

Without any hesitation, I descended the stone steps and stepped onto the stone path.

There was only one way, and I had to go back and see if the mirror had reappeared.

At this time, I was really complicated, and it was really difficult for me to accept these sudden events.

As I walked along the path, I thought about the possibilities.

Thinking about what would happen to me if I found Ai Shuang and she took me to find Xi Jing again, what should I do?

Would I ask her why she didn't say goodbye?

I've been thinking about it, and the stone road hidden in the thick fog does look like it's over 10,000 meters of clouds, but now I don't have the slightest fear of falling outside.

Before I knew it, I had come to the end of the bluestone road again, which was the place where I had just entered through the mirror, and to my surprise and surprise, the mirror that had suddenly disappeared had reappeared on the palace wall at this time.

After seeing the mirror, I didn't hesitate for a moment, and almost rushed into the mirror with the speed of a rush.

There was still a dazzling flash of light at the moment I entered the mirror, and although I was prepared, I closed my eyes the moment I entered the mirror, but I could still feel some pain in my eyes.

Luckily, though, I eventually came out of the mirror again.

I crawled to my knees with my eyes closed, and the cold feeling of the stone in my hand meant that I had returned to the tunnel.

I stayed there and waited for my vision to return.

After a while, I gradually felt the pain in my eyes lessen, and then I slowly opened my eyes.

However, when I opened my eyes, it was darkness again, and there was no light in the tunnel.

"It can't be that these three times of strong light irradiation have blinded Lao Tzu's eyes, right?" I couldn't help but think to myself.

While pondering in my heart, I raised the Tang knife in my hand and quickly slashed it to the side.

Before I entered the mirror, I was in the secret passage under the coffin with the ugly woman. If nothing else, I should still be in the dark tunnel when I come out of the mirror.

As soon as the Tang knife was swung out, it sprayed into the hard stone wall, it seems that I was right, I really returned to the dark passage.

Moreover, I saw the splashing sparks again when the Tang knife slashed against the stone wall just now, indicating that it was not that there was a problem with my eyes, but that the dark passage had returned to its previous appearance without light.

I stood up, reached out and felt the stone wall next to me, groping my way forward to find the wooden door under the coffin.

After I rescued Qu Fattou and Chen Hudan first, a few people went to look for Ai Shuang together.

After all, Qu Fattou and the others already knew that Lu Dao was locked in a cave in the stone forest, but Ai Shuang didn't know where Lu Dao went.

If I look for it alone in this huge Taiji Palace, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is too difficult.

After making up my mind, I was about to step forward, but at that moment, an eerie voice suddenly came from my side