At the same time, under the guidance of his attendants, Xie Zimu still circled down the spiral staircase that seemed to lead to hell, the originally bright light was gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and several candles as thick as arms for lighting were sparsely distributed on the escalator. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But instead of a warm orange candle flame emitting from the wick, it was a ghostly flame that flickered with a blue-green glow, and the twisted and wailing human face carved on the escalator seemed to come to life in the blue-green candle flame, and looked at Xie Zimu who faintly heard the wailing like a curse.

"One thousand two hundred and thirteen, one thousand two hundred and fourteen, one thousand two hundred and fifteen...."Just as Xie Zimu, who was secretly counting the number of steps, took the thirteenth thousand and thirteenth steps, the stairs were cut off without warning, replaced by a deep and simple black, and the dim shadow in front of him disappeared without warning as if swallowed by the darkness in front of him.

I don't know how long it was, a second, a minute, or an hour? Xie Zimu, who was intoxicated with absolute darkness, lost the probability of time, until a faint voice suddenly sounded behind him, which woke up Xie Zimu, who was intoxicated with absolute silence and tranquility.

"Mr. Xie, you have arrived, please inject your blood flame into the stone wall in front of you!" but he looked back but saw no one, including the two attendants who had been following him less than a position away and the strange spiral staircase.

He vanished abruptly, as if no one had ever been behind him, as did the sporadic flickering blue-green candle flame and the seemingly endless staircase in the darkness, like a deleted document, without any sign of disappearance, as if it had been denied by the world.

The hands that slowly reached out, cautiously exploring the so-called stone wall inch by inch, but the hands melted into the absolute blackness, leaving only the flat wrist, as if the wrist was supposed to be like this, as if there was no part of the palm in the first place.

But as Xie Zimu's arms exerted his strength slightly, the strange touch like pulling his hands out of the mud was transmitted from the disappeared palm to his brain, and in the absolute black wave-like ripples, the palm root, palm, fingers, fingertips, and the erased palm reappeared on the wrist inch by inch weirdly and abruptly.

Moving his lost palm, Xie Zimu looked at the absolute black with interest, "Is it just visual stripping? Or what? Passing through?"

"As long as you ignite your blood flame you can get out of this absolute blackness, this is just a preservation measure, as long as you record the unique fluctuations of your blood flame it will disappear naturally, and you will not encounter it again when you enter any place you are allowed to enter, but if you rush in, you will disappear into the absolute black!" The faint voice carried a subtle hint of panic and uneasiness.

"Is it really just his so-called automatic identification gate?" Although his heart still had doubts, Xie Zimu was kind as a stream, which stimulated his reddish-brown blood flame, and after a trace of the stripped blood flame melted into the absolute black, Xie Zimu's heart inexplicably appeared a sense of belonging to the clan and a sense of honor as a member of the clan, as well as some so-called rules that seemed complicated, but could be summarized in a sentence of the jungle.

Xie Zimu, who just felt this sense of belonging and glory, but was not affected by it at all, said secretly: "Is this a spiritual suggestion?"

As the absolute darkness slowly dissipated like a curtain being opened, everything dissipated like a mirror, Xie Zimu looked back and saw that the vertical spiraling stairs behind him were still dotted with a few blue-green candles, and the attendant with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes was still standing behind him with his hands bowed.

Is it an illusion? No, I still have a sense of belonging and glory in my mind, and the so-called rules are still there.

"How long have I been standing here?" Xie Zimu suddenly asked.

"You just arrived in Zone F, sir"

"Does it mean that the perception of time is distorted? What about the sense of space? West, go straight for 300 steps, turn south, 37 steps, the first door, go straight up 1,313 steps, about 4,300 feet underground! There is no way to raid or other means, but to attack! Of course, there is only the distance that could be a door! I can't be sure!"

After pondering for a long time, Xie Zimu still couldn't make an accurate judgment on his current location, and he couldn't help muttering to himself: "If Green is here, he should be sure!"

"What are you talking about, sir, do you have any orders?" asked the squire, who had taken a slight step earlier.

Looking at the black stone wall in front of him and the stone gate made of the same material that was very similar in shape to the coffin, Xie Zimu, who was slightly resistant, frowned slightly and said, "It's nothing, open the door!"

"Yes, sir!" After bowing, the bowed attendant slowly pushed open the stone door on the stone wall, which could be called rough, and a simple stone room appeared in front of Xie Zimu's eyes, compared to the opulent buildings and decorations of the royal palace on the surface, the so-called F area bedroom was as simple as a beggar's shack or worse.

The handmade carpets, cherry wood floors, marbles of Huanghua District, famous paintings and other decorations that are common in the buildings on the surface have all disappeared here, and some are only fertile black soil that seems to be visible to be squeezed out of oil, and a sarcophagus of the same material as the wall, which was only used by the nobility in the dark period and has long been obsolete!

"Sir, according to the rules, until you reach a higher rank, you will always have the right to use this bedroom!" Before the attendant could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Zimu, who forced himself to hold back his anger and said: "Bedroom? This is a dungeon! No! Even the dungeon will be more comfortable than this so-called bedroom! Maybe I can think this is your prank?" The attendant who was watched by Xie Zimu was like being caught by a poisonous snake.

"Allow me to explain, sir!" In Xie Zimu's gentle smile, the attendant seemed to feel the cold scales of the poisonous snake as it crossed his neck, if it weren't for the etiquette engraved in his bones by long-term training, the trembling attendant would have already fallen to the ground, and he pretended to be calm and said:

"Dear Sir, the bedroom in Area F is only available to the elders of the Elder bloodline in the clan, the black stone and the dirt on the ground will help you decompose the blood poison in your body, and the sprouted Asmodes Rose will provide you with the greatest protection, only the great bloodline can be immune to the deadly aroma of the rose!"

"Asmodes Rose?"

"Yes sir, this rose named after the Lord of Bato Hell will be your greatest protection, its fragrance is only not for breeding!" Looking at Xie Zimu, who was a little calm, the attendant became more and more respectful, "After you sprinkle your own blood into the soil, the Asmodeus rose will take root and bloom within a minute, and only you can control whether it blooms or not!"

"It's already seven o'clock in the morning, and the sun of all evil will rise in ten minutes!Fourteenth generation of noble prince-level squire: Andy Leson is happy to serve you, if you have any needs, please inform me!" In Xie Zimu's impatient eyes, Andy retired very knowingly, but intentionally or unintentionally engraved his name in the mind of the superior, although it was so insignificant.

"It's been a long night!" Xie Zimu, who was lying in the coffin for the first time, did not feel fear at all, but a wordless tranquility replaced the restlessness in his heart, and in the bedroom full of bewitching white roses, a lazy woman in tulle was playing with a crystal ball placed on a velvet cushion like a cat, and in the gradually blurring picture of the crystal ball, Xie Zimu could still be vaguely seen in the face of absolute darkness.

It was a long night for Xie Zimu, but for Zheng Yi and his party in the pig and whistle, this night was too short, as the bell ringing to announce the beginning of a new day, the golden sunlight filled the fireplace with curling cyan smoke, and everyone who had been silent all night finally came to decide.