No matter how hard Chen Yin tried, he couldn't feel a trace of breath.

Moreover, the place was pitch black, and his own derivation was also black, which could not serve as a light.

He could only grope for more than thirty steps in the direction of the golden light he had seen before.

At this point, I didn't dare to move forward rashly.

Because of the branching of the corridor, he didn't know whether to turn into the branch or continue deeper into the corridor.

He held his breath and contemplated, while feeling the aura around him, while waiting for the next round of 'golden light' to appear.

This time, he not only wanted to protect himself, but also to race against time to 'find the source against the current' before the golden light disappeared.

Although it is not difficult for him, this kind of opportunity is only once, and if there is a half-point difference, it is a waste of all efforts.

**

The other side.

Yingli's breath became weaker and weaker, and the dust that had filled the air before had mostly settled, but Tian Chanyu hadn't seen where the exit was.

But fortunately, they had come out of the darkness, and the torches on the road ahead were scattered on the ground, some of which were still burning and not extinguished.

Tian Chanyu no longer had to rely solely on the dust raised by the Mo family brothers and sisters—although she didn't know if following these unextinguished torches would be the way out.

She never stopped, but the roads seemed to look the same, and it always felt like she was spinning in circles.

Tian Chanyu perked up her spirits, trying not to think about how many torches she had crossed and how many identical forks in the road she had walked.

She was focused, observing the dust in the air and all the signs in her path.

It was so silent that she could only hear her own voice echoing through the crooked corridor, lonely and depressing.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened, and she and Yingli were instantly surrounded by golden light.

Tian Chanyu subconsciously closed her eyes, hugged Yingli and squatted down.

She could feel the golden light flowing, whirring across her body like the wind.

The stone hanging behind her became hotter and hotter, like a ball of red-hot coal.

Even so, Tian Chanyu did not dare to act rashly.

Gradually, the light dimmed, Chanyu dared to slowly open her eyes, and the surroundings returned to normal.

She hurriedly untied the stone hanging behind her.

The stone was neither cold nor hot, but its color became an extremely beautiful gold.

Just as she was staring at this stone, Chanyu felt an inexplicable surge of anger in her heart.

She looked around—still the same, with no head in sight, no tail in sight.

And Yingli in her arms still doesn't have any intention of waking up.

Tian Chanyu looked at Yingli, as if she was stunned, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but none of them were good.

"Why should I take you away, it's not good for me to be alive. Tian Chanyu looked at Yingli deadly.

Suddenly, there was a muffled noise ahead.

Chanyu also came back to her senses as if she had been awakened from a dream.

She didn't seem to know anything about what had happened to her a moment ago, but she was surprised that the Xuanshi she had been staring at just now didn't know where it had gone.

However, immediately after that, a low moan came from the front, and Tian Chanyu didn't have the heart to wonder what happened to her just now.

She hurried a few steps to get there, and found that in the narrow passage was a man who looked like a soldier.

When she looked closer, she found that it was all lifeless, and the yellow sand on the ground was sticky with blood.

Presumably these people have been dead for a while.

And some of them had silver needles stuck in their necks, eyes, etc., which was undoubtedly made by Morey. But what Tian Chanyu didn't understand was that more people had knife wounds on their chests, waists, and even their faces, and they didn't look like the Mo family brothers and sisters had done it.

Chanyu found the source of the moaning sound - a soldier who had broken two legs and one arm.

He lay in the middle of many stumps and severed arms, covered in blood.

His mouth murmured or moaned, and his eyes were slightly open, not intersecting.

"You ......" Chanyu approached and just said a word.

The other party suddenly had the strength to come from, and immediately turned his eyes to glared at her, and howled and waved his other intact hand towards Tian Chanyu, but it was a big difference.

"I won't hurt you......"

Tian Chanyu was still explaining, but the other party didn't listen at all, and was still dancing and howling, as if she was crazy.

With the continuous shouting of this person, Chanyu suddenly felt annoyed in her heart, and a nameless fire burned from the bottom of her heart.

She frowned and closed her eyes, her headache splitting, and for a moment her whole consciousness was almost ethereal.

But after this moment, the other party suddenly quieted down.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a sword forged by Yanli piercing the other man's throat.

The sword was undoubtedly her own, but she didn't remember doing it.

She soon realized that something was wrong with her.

Tian Chanyu hurriedly lost her strength, took a quick breath, and didn't care about the people and things here, so she hurriedly ran forward with Yingli in her arms.

(End of chapter)