A bitter cold wind blew, sending shivers down the soaking wet Kenny's stench, a pungent sour smell and the shimmer of countless blue fireflies, and he found himself standing at the exit of a cave. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Or, the entrance to an underground cavern.

After looking around, there were still craggy rocks around him, and he hesitated for a moment, then clenched his black steel sword and leaned forward with a worried heart.

At the end of the walkway is a natural revolving stone staircase, and Kenny holds on to the cold handrail and descends to the entrance to the cave with countless glowing fireflies. He stared into the gloom of the cavern, with droplets of water dripping overhead, accompanied by the damp, sour air, and he tried to call out into the cavern, but the sound did not reflect back, but went somewhere far away.

After a few hesitations, he boldly walked in.

The cave continued to stretch forward, and the further it went, the more spacious it became, and the blue fireflies at the entrance of the cave seemed to be what old Flynn called candle bugs, and thousands of small things were always with them, as if they were being manipulated, illuminating the darkness ahead.

His steps gradually increased, and with the light provided by those small things, the environment and the road surface could be seen quickly.

The road began to descend gently, and after about half a minute of onward walking, the darkness at the end turned into a fainter blue light, which was the light from the end of the cavern, and then he walked forward for a short time, and when he reached the entrance of the cave, he was greeted by a dead and empty city.

The buildings were long, slender and strangely shaped in style and shape, with intricately carved stone on the outer walls, almost every building carved with unknown patterns or figures, and the spires were covered with finger-shaped stalactites that pierced into the dark cave tops that could not be seen.

For some reason, he always thought that he had seen those stalactites somewhere, and remembered that they grew extremely slowly, and if he wanted to know how old those buildings were, those unfathomable stalactites spoke for themselves.

He walked a little further along the wide road, through the gray and misshapen trees and black withered grass, and over the cobweb-strewn bridge, under which were some black boats, the flags on the old masts long since worn out by time, and those boats lay quietly on the bottomless water, as if waiting for the ferryman who would never come.

The sound of footsteps lingers in the enclosed space. Soon he came to a wide square, lined with long-lost buildings, and beyond that was a huge building, resembling a castle, or much like a castle as it is called, for it was grander than any of the buildings here, and with a wide, narrow stone staircase as a medium connecting the square.

He walked up the stone steps, more than thirty knots, and then entered the main hall through the half-hidden gate, where the candle worms that accompanied him stopped at the door.

The hall was lit with blue candles, the light coming from the bonfire on the stone wall, as if it had only been lit up from the moment Kenny stepped through the door.

The moonlit chalcedony floor reflected the faint blue candle flames, and the black crystal pillars on both sides rose to the top, carved with three-dimensional strange patterns, like some kind of ferocious monster with fangs and wings.

He walked up the column to the throne, but at the end of the steps was not a chair, but a stone platform about three feet long and a foot wide, with two rows of animal tusks neatly carved into it, joined by the top, with a square black hole in the middle, and nothing else.

After searching around, Kenny didn't find the so-called treasure as he had hoped, and perhaps someone had already been here, and looted it cleanly, leaving not even a single cup behind.

Disillusioned, he walked towards the candlebug that had stopped at the door, and prepared to return the way he came, telling old Flynn the terrible news.

A buzz came from somewhere. Kenny looked around, but didn't find anything, and then the buzzing seemed to be louder, as if it was coming from overhead, and he quickly shrank his head, trying to hide from something, the fear of the unknown at this moment like ants crawling up his back along the soles of his feet, he wished he had shrunk in time enough.

The sound was getting louder and louder, and nothing was coming overhead. After a few seconds, Kenny felt his head swell and fear, and the sound seemed to come from his head like the flapping wings of some kind of flying insect.

The blue candle flame on the edge of the wall swayed from side to side in the wind, and Kenny curled up in pain, shivering in the bitter cold on the blue-glowing chalcedony floor.

He felt something pounding around his head, so that the tingling was more intense than before, but it was not enough to make him faint, but it kept pushing him down and up again on the edge of the precipice of pain, and so on and so on until he became numb.

Suddenly a sharp horn sounded in the main hall, and the small things moored in the door scattered in an instant, as if in response to someone's call, and greater fear came at the end of the trumpet.

Kenny felt his body no longer in control, his muscles bound in some invisible shackles, but he was conscious, and he found himself rising from the ground and bending down to pick up the black steel sword.

In the next second, he saw his right hand holding the sword with his own eyes, slashing across his left hand, the blood soaked the dark blue blade in an instant, and he could even feel the blood roaring, shouting, and boiling on the sword body, and followed his steps towards the stone platform. Eventually, in a state of fear and confusion, Kenny thrust the black steel sword between the two rows of fangs.

After a short period of silence, the whole hall began to shake violently, and a sharp horn sounded in his ears again, and a trace of crack appeared on the stone platform in front of him, in which a sharp blue light burst out, and then the crack became bigger and bigger, scattered and separated, like the intertwined roots of ancient trees, and finally turned into countless dazzling blue rays.

He fell backwards with the tingling of his eardrums, rolled several times, and then fell to the shaking foundation, and the light in front of him became less dazzling.

When the sound of the trumpet died down, the majestic hall was transformed into a myriad of crows, flapping their wings in the darkness and blue light, and making a terrible chirping in their hoarse voices, as if they were singing the praises of some great feat, or as if celebrating the long-dormant liberation.

A strange smell of blood crept into his nose, and Kenny struggled to open his eyelids, revealing tens of thousands of black-haired crows.

When he found that his hands and feet were no longer charged, and wanted to get up to find out, the black crows in the sky turned into blazing flames in an instant, dancing wildly in the dungeon glowing with bright red glow, the smell of blood became even stronger at this moment, and countless flames bloomed, leaped, and roared in the air.

When the scene in front of him turned dark again, Kenny fainted, and his jet-blue saber shone with countless wolf spirits.

At the same time, on the side of the mountain pool.

A cold dagger plunged into Flynn Sr.'s chest, and she opened her mouth wide to scream, but blood gushed out of her lungs and spilled from the corners of her mouth.

At this moment, she seemed to understand something, her pale blue eyes flashed with unspeakable horror, and then the earth began to shake violently, her eyes widened, and she tried to tear off the murderer's mask with the last of her strength, but in the end it failed.

She fell to the edge of the bushes and watched the murderer's back disappear at the end of the pool.....