In the past few days, Bian Qing has experienced life and death, and he no longer knows what he is afraid of. He opened his eyes, stunned by what he saw.

Looking up, the hole he had fallen into was several feet high from where he was standing, and the place where he was standing happened to be on a stone platform, white as jade, apparently a component of a huge building, which was now in dilapidation, because of the thick soil deposited on the stone platform, Bian Qing was not injured.

The stone platform slanted downward, and the other large part of the broken fell in front of it, just forming a long passage with other stone pillars and other objects, and the passage shimmered with a silvery white light under the light of the hole in a square circle.

Bian Qing closed his eyes, carefully descended the stone platform, and walked towards the glittering passage.

Not far away, there is a collapsed stone wall, the material of the stone wall is the same as the stone platform just now, and it is also as white as jade. The silver-white light was reflected from the stone wall.

This passage is not deep, at the end of the passage, is a fairly complete stone stele, the stele is missing a corner, the material of this stele is completely different from other broken boulders, it is black and red throughout, whether it is the shape, or the appearance, all reveal a very ancient artistic conception.

The missing corner of the stele was obviously touched by an unusually strong force before the stele was placed here, because the edge of the stele was out, and the broken place was still clearly recognizable.

"How can such an ancient stele look like it has just been broken?!" Bian Qing was extremely curious, and couldn't help but reach over and touch the edge of the sharp and broken stele.

"Oops!"

The tips of Bian Qing's fingers were like being pricked by needles, and there was a piercing pain. Suddenly, the index finger that touched the stele was full of blood, and the blood dripped on the stele, turning into a string of crystal blood beads, falling along the smooth surface of the stele to the ground.

"Hum—"

A dull sound suddenly came from the stele, and the broken stele suddenly shone with a burst of red light, and the blood shed by Bian Qing was sucked clean by the stele's greedy moment.

A powerful suction force hit the tip of Bian Qing's finger, and Bian Qing only felt a more penetrating pain from his finger, and the powerful suction seemed to be going to suck up his blood along his broken finger wound.

"Ahh

Bian Qing shouted, almost fainting, but he was extremely unwilling, desperately trying to keep his remaining sanity awake.

"Geshu bloodline!"

Bian Qing faintly heard an extremely faint voice, and in his mind, like dropping a stone, it suddenly rippled. The four words that obviously have special meaning are quietly hidden in them.

The black-red stele was darkened for a moment, as if it was trying to emerge a piece of golden writing, but finally gave up.

Suddenly, Bian Qing's fingers loosened, and the fingers that were firmly attached to the stone tablet suddenly regained their freedom.

Before Bian Qing could check the wound on his finger, the stele suddenly contracted, almost between breaths, and the huge stele several feet high had turned into the size of a finger.

After shrinking, the color of the stele regained its momentum of the red light shining just now.

This time, the stele flashed brightly and flew straight to Bian Qing's eyebrows, Bian Qing couldn't dodge at all, and let the stele collide with himself.

The stele entered through Bian Qing's eyebrows, but it did not leave any scars, nor did it make Bian Qing feel any pain.

However, after the stone tablet entered Bian Qing's mind, a powerful aura that he had never felt before suddenly roared in his mind.

The sound was so loud that it made Bian Qing feel like he was in the center of the thunder, and the sound almost made his whole body burst open, even though the powerful force almost destroyed Bian Qing's brain.

If Bian Qing really can't support it, he will become an idiot who knows nothing from now on.

Fortunately, Bian Qing was strong-willed, and he kept biting the tip of his tongue and biting his tongue to pieces, which finally kept him sanity.

It was only at this time that Bian Qing finally understood that this voice turned out to be a mantra, and judging from the content of the mantra, it was extremely mysterious and obscure, and he couldn't understand most of it.

There were only dozens of words "Geshu", "Demon Yuan", and "General Outline", and he somewhat understood the meaning.

Bian Qing has been smart since he was a child and has a talent that he will never forget. This mantra is so mysterious, although I don't understand it, of course Bian Qing won't miss it. In less than half an hour, he remembered every word of this mantra clearly.

It seemed to sense that Bian Qing had memorized the mantra, and the color of the stone tablet became lighter and lighter, and in Bian Qing's mind, it almost turned into a transparent jade.

However, the stele did not return to its original position, as if it was asleep, quietly suspended in Bian Qing's mind, and there was no movement.

Bian Qing was almost mad, this stone tablet was so unreasonable! Not to mention drinking his own blood, he also got into his own head, almost turning himself into an idiot, but leaving only a nameless mantra that he didn't know what to say.

That's not all, in the end, this strange broken stone, which regarded its own brain domain as a happy land, couldn't even entrench itself, and began to fall asleep.

Isn't there so many legends that treasures like this that can occupy the human body usually bring great power to the host, or ancient secret arts, or something like that?

How did he run into a lazy guy and take advantage of himself, but he didn't leave anything, Bian Qing was a little indignant.

Taking a deep breath, Bian Qing calmed down his fluctuating emotions. The stone monument at the end of the passage had disappeared, leaving a stone trough one foot deep and two feet wide on the ground.

With the mentality of trying it out, Bian Qing looked and looked in the stone trough, and finally found that in the stone trough, five diamond-shaped spars were neatly arranged.

These five spars were originally supposed to be blood red, but somehow, the color of these spars in Bian Qing's hands now is pale red, but they are still warm in the hand, which makes people extremely comfortable.

"That's a good thing, isn't it?"

Bian Qing took the five spars into his arms and muttered to himself.

Since he was a child, he has been lonely with Granny Bian, and Bian Qing has developed the habit of picking up everywhere, and there are also things that are hand-in-hand with those things of rich and noble families.

Over time, Bian Qing became extremely interested in collecting all kinds of strange things.

A fire burned all the treasures he had collected. Now that he has only five spars in his body, there are probably only these five spars, which can give him a little comfort in his lost heart!

In the passage, Bian Qing was unwilling to toss back and forth several times, but in the end he found nothing.

Bian Qing can vaguely guess that this is probably the legendary imperial capital of Geshu, and the city of Geshu back then, with only these broken stones and pillars, you can also imagine its prosperity and hugeness.

It's a pity that his strength is limited, and it is impossible to move these gravel several feet in size, and he can't go to other spaces.

According to Bian Qing's records from stealing books, if you can enter the ruins of the legendary Geshu, I believe you will be able to find unimaginable treasures.

Bian Qing's coveted Yuan Qi Method, martial arts, and even peerless Yuan Weapons, I'm afraid he may also get a lot.

Although a little frustrated and frustrated, Bian Qing decided to leave the place. First, his wish has not been fulfilled, and secondly, there is really no oil and water to fish for this ruin, and it is a waste of time to delay it any longer.

Bian Qing returned to the same place along the stone platform, the sliding dirt was directly connected to the ground, and he didn't care about the mud, he grabbed his feet and pedals, and finally crawled out of the hole where he had fallen.

Back on the ground, Bian Qing found another stone slab and covered it on the entrance of the cave, and then followed the big pit he had dug in a day to the ground.

Back on the ground again, the pain returned to his heart, and Bian Qing gathered all the ashes scattered in the slums into this big pit.

Bian Qing had little hope, the slum had been reduced to nothing, and Granny Bian, who had raised him, might have long since turned into ashes and mixed in with the ashes of these ruins.

Bian Qing thought to himself, even if it was only a little bit, he couldn't let it go, he wanted his mother-in-law and the villagers in the slum to continue to live under this land, where there were the ruins of the ancient imperial capital, it was finally an excellent resting place.

After the ashes were cleaned up, Bian Qing moved a white slate and engraved several big characters on it: "The Tomb of Granny Bian and the Villagers".

After completing everything, Bian Qing's complicated mood gradually calmed down.

During this period, no one, not even any birds and beasts, ever came to Goshu City, and it seemed that it had really become a prohibitive and ominous place.