Jiang Wangchen has always been uneasy, longing for a new mural to appear, maybe the ending of that wisp of ghost will take a turn in the new mural, and on the other hand, he is afraid of encountering a more bloody and terrifying scene again. About half an hour later, the new mural still did not appear, and the contradictions and entanglements in my heart were gradually replaced by another emotion. Near the first mural before, there was a trace of anger, as the two of them continued to go deeper into the corridor, it became more and more intense, and the aura of the corridor, even the scattered candlelight in the distance, was also rendered into a strange pink, struggling weakly in the dark.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Wangchen couldn't help but think of the scene in the beast den of the black bear a few days ago, and couldn't help but have a surge of stomach acid, but fortunately he tried his best to hold back, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Presumably, the aura of the magic circle seal outside the Yongdao should originate here, and I don't know how to gather such a dense aura here in the first place?"

Hua Youyou was originally a flower demon, and she was born with a great aversion to anger, and when she saw her mask with a valerian purple light veil, she said: "Could it be that under that witchcraft, the souls of the tragically dead are trapped in the Yongdao without being able to transcend their lives." ”

Listening to Hua Youyu's speculation, Jiang Wangchen recalled that the simple lines on the mural represented the common people, and also represented their simple and hasty fate, sighed, and said: "If he can find the exit, he will definitely come back one day, let the oracle of the Illuminati Sect surpass these innocent souls, and let them find their own exit, so that they can ascend to the bliss of the afterlife." ”

Hua Youyou didn't think so, the world is full of wonders, and the deaths caused by a war are far more than these, not to mention that there are many natural and man-made disasters in her hundred years of experience, but she thought so in her heart, but she didn't say it in her mouth, but solemnly nodded: "Hmm!"

After Jiang Wangchen made up his mind, he regained his full vigor and strode towards the depths of the Yongdao where the aura was even stronger. After Hua Youyou quietly inlaid a layer of "flower thorns" on Jiang Wangchen's armor, he followed step by step.

This time, it was a bit unexpected for the two, because the corridor quickly reached the end, and the end was connected to a spacious secret room, the two looked at each other, there were not too many ups and downs in the eyes, and experienced a series of surprises, as if they had become accustomed to this suddenness, and the two of them looked at the secret room seriously, and there were huge candlesticks on the left and right walls of the secret room. On the candlestick, the burned candle flame is slightly faint, the most striking thing is that on the wall in front of it, there is a seal, the dark black ink silk on the seal is entwined and stirred together, and then after a thousand turns, it condenses into a pentagram array, there are a few heavy ink spots in the pentagram, according to the lines on the pentagram pattern, it floats in a circle, and then looks at the ink-colored array, suppressing the trace of purple gas, as if floating through the black mist, it should be the element suppressed by this seal.

Hua Youyou suddenly roared, causing Jiang Wangchen to jump up and say, "Ah! Look at this stone pillar and the utensils on it, are they exactly the same as those depicted on the mural." ”

"Well, it's really similar in shape and structure. However, the vessel in the chamber is proportionally much taller than the one in the fresco. Jiang Wangchen put away his vigilant posture, looked at Hua Youyou with a serious face, and said, "Don't be so startled in the future?" Especially in this dim and quiet confined environment, you can scare half of your life. ”

Hua Youyou stuck out her tongue, rolled her eyes, avoided Jiang Wangchen's sharp gaze, lowered her head and quibbled softly: "Obviously I am cowardly, but I blame others for talking too loudly? ”

Jiang Wangchen only listened to Hua Youyou's thoughts on the side, and felt that his tone was a little heavy just now, and said, "What are you talking about over there, don't stand behind me." ”

"I don't need your protection, I can take care of myself. Hmph!" Hua Youyu said in a gloomy voice, but although her strength was far above Jiang Wangchen, as a flower demon, she was naturally afraid of ferocity and anger, and moved behind Jiang Wangchen with duplicity, but thinking that Jiang Wangchen was always worried about her own safety, the small pimple in her heart was quickly leveled, so she turned around and looked at Jiang Wangchen with a smile, which was regarded as an expression of reconciliation, and quickly regained vigilance:" I think this vessel is the source of this anger, although now its breath is introverted for some reason, but as a flower family, with the innate rejection of anger, such a judgment should not be bad. ”

Jiang Wangchen said: "Now in the entire secret room, except for the black seal, only this vessel is the most suspicious. ”

Hua Youyou looked at the stone pillar again, the stone pillar depicts a black coiling dragon, the coiling dragon soars through the clouds, rises in the stone pillar in general, and finally stops in the middle of the dragon head puffs the vessel, and in the blank space of the dragon, the ancient text is embossed with the words "dragon and blood kettle", the blood kettle is forged in bronze, and many inscriptions are engraved on the body of the kettle, and these inscriptions make Hua Youyou's eyes shine. She recognized the inscriptions, which were the earliest written words of the Flower Clan. At this moment, it appeared on the vessel, and there was a sudden doubt in my heart, could it be that this witchcraft had something to do with the Flower Clan?

Hua Youyou tugged at the corners of Jiang Wangchen's clothes, and whispered timidly: "Jiang Wangchen, let's get close to the blood cauldron together?" The inscription on it is like the ancient language of the Hua Clan, I want to take a closer look." ”

"What, how can the words of the Flower Clan appear in the monuments of the human race," Jiang Wangchen asked suspiciously, as he approached the Blood Cauldron with the Flower Youyou.

"I don't know, maybe a long time ago, the human race and the flower race lived together. Hua Youyou didn't know why, she was talking nonsense, and there was a brief thought in her eyes. It's just that the purple-gold inscription engraved on the back soon re-attracted.

It is the oldest flower language of the flower family, and this flower language has undergone subversive changes with the flower language used by the flower family now after several twists and turns. Fortunately, the flower is quiet and has learned the ancient language of the flower tribe by chance. I saw that the inscription was embossed: "Demon blood, heaven and earth are killed, the body is destroyed, the soul is scattered, and the sky is punished without eyes, and the earth is promising, a thousand miles away." The demon blood, a wisp of despondent remnant soul, is alive and gone, and does not know where to go. The magic array, attracting the blood of the demons, can be reversed and cannot be dismantled, with the five mangs as the grid, reciting the language of a thousand flowers, leading the resentful soul to devour, and breaking it. ”

"Quick, Jiang Wangchen, let's go around to the other side of the vessel and take a look. After reading the inscription in the previous paragraph, Hua Youyou shouted excitedly again.

Jiang Wangchen was frightened again, he complained, and he didn't dare to say more, so he had to walk to the other side of the blood cauldron in a daze.

The same purple gold inscription reads in a few big characters: "A Thousand Hidden Flowers", and there is a poem under the big characters: "A thousand shades to the Spring Festival Gala, the smoke floats and glooms, the shallow drunk sings, a song, and I am afraid that the sound is short, I can't carry the love of my children, gaze, and then gaze at ......"

It's just thirty or forty words, but the words are sad, as if carrying a thousand words, and I feel that there are thousands of resentments, and with the poem singing and sighing, I feel sad and lingering in my heart.

Hua Youyou stared at the blood cauldron and muttered to himself: "Could it be that this is the flower language of our Qianyouhua?"

Jiang Wangchen couldn't understand the inscription symbols, and he was confused by Hua Youyou's words, and he was puzzled: "What is the flower language of Qianyouhua." ”

Hua Youyou held his breath and replied: "Qianyouhua, belongs to the ancient flower family, and is the leader of a hundred flowers, the flower is purple-brown, and gradually becomes a valerian halo at the beginning of the flowering period. ”

"What about the flower language?" Jiang Wangchen saw that Hua Youyu's words paused, and asked again.

"Each flower has its own unique flower language, just like the daisy is a metaphor for 'hidden love in the heart', and the other side flower expresses 'sad memories', and the flower language of the thousand flowers has been lost for a long time due to its very small number, and I don't want to find it here today. And for the flower demon, knowing his own flower language is very important for cultivation. Hua Youyou, who should have been excited about this, still maintained a flat tone, and asked rhetorically: "Jiang Wangchen, do you remember a purple flower you once met?"

Hua Youyou asked suddenly, Jiang Wangchen didn't know the reason, but he didn't ask much, and silently recalled.

"I don't remember, I just vaguely remember that when I was young, my mother loved to grow flowers, and in the flower garden behind the house, there was also a very beautiful flower, which was also my mother's favorite flower on weekdays, but I couldn't remember her color. Jiang Wangchen thought of his mother, and there was a little melancholy in his answer.

"Do you remember how that flower was obtained?" asked Hua Youyou, a little eagerly.

"I don't remember, I forgot a lot of things when I was a child. And when I was a child, I often wandered away with my parents, and the mountains I lived in were always changing, and many memories were too short. ”

"If you can't think of it, forget it!" Hua Youyu sighed.

Seeing that she was lost, Jiang Wangchen felt a little guilty in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter?" Does this have anything to do with the flower language on the blood cauldron?"

"It doesn't matter, just ask in passing. "The flowers are quiet and lonely.

"Oh!" Jiang Wangchen said, "What is written on that blood cauldron?"

Hua Youyou repeated the original words on the vessel to Jiang Wangchen, paced back and forth to sort out the thoughts in his mind, and re-sorted the story content on the mural against the words of the blood cauldron, as if crossing time and space, seeing through the characters, whether they are tragic or poignant, or just simple and pure blood and killing, all based on imagination.