Standing at the entrance of the cave, the stone staircase carved from the gray stone blocks is like a coiling dragon, extending down gracefully, gradually submerging in darkness.

It was pitch black below, and there was not a single ray of light in sight, and the wild beast's maw swallowed up the light that shot inside.

"I'll come first, you attack sharply, this body is still inferior to me in terms of protection!" Wei Jingtang said softly, and without waiting for Chuanting to answer, he was already the first to step on the stone stairs.

A faint smell emanated from the hole, and after three days of release, there was still a lot of residue, breathed into the nose, so that every cell pore was shrinking and squeezing, trying to eliminate the irritating taste.

The monkey stayed on the ground, let off the wind to prevent accidents, and buried the two in the ground, accompanied by Dugu, who was hovering in the air and keeping a sentry.

One land and one empty, one far and one near, the perfect best partner. With them on the ground, guard the way out, and ask Chuanting to rest assured.

Bang Bang Bang!

The Wei Jingtang in front gradually melted into the darkness, the walls on both sides of the stone staircase, in the silent darkness, made a crisp sound, a bean-sized bright light bloomed, with the footsteps of the two, a lamp lit one step ahead, illuminating the stone staircase, dispelling the darkness ahead.

The sound of footsteps sounded under the emptiness, and the lights were lit and snapped, if they hadn't been prepared, the two of them might have been startled by the sudden crackling sound.

It's not a matter of guts, anyone who is in a dark and quiet place, and suddenly there is a strange noise, the first reaction must be a violent heartbeat, and subconsciously look for the source of the sound.

Nervous tension is inevitable.

This is a normal reaction of a person, and if it is in the daytime, in an open place, it will be rare to be startled.

Walking down the stone staircase section by section, the lights are lit one by one, and the left and right interacts with each other, which will illuminate the corridor along the stone staircase, just like day.

The waist of the lamp is thick and round, forming an arc that extends up and down, and the bottom is like a bowl bottom sitting on a stand protruding from the stone wall, and the upper part continues to extend to form a cone, and the small hole just wraps the wick inside.

Wen Chuanting looked carefully, the lamp sitting on the stone wall support was closely connected to the support, and there was not much contact between the gaps, and he even touched it lightly with his hand, and found that the lamp carved in stone and the support were one.

It is as if a part of the stone wall was deliberately set aside when cutting, and after carving out the flat bracket, the front end was carved out of the lamp.

"I don't know how the interior space of this lamp is carved?" asked Chuanting with confusion.

The hole containing the wick was small, less than the thickness of his little thumb, and through such a hole, the tool was poked into it and a space was dug out.

It is to ask Chuanting to make this lamp, which needs to be repaired to melt the stone block, and then shaped. Looking at the shape of the lamp, there is no trace of refining at all.

The mechanism is also ingenious, people walk by, there is a sound on the ground, and the lamp is lit.

The two of them tried, and when they walked lightly, the lamps on both sides of the stone wall would not light up.

Intriguing, incredible.

The two of them are now in this state of mind, admiring the craftsmanship of carving, and sighing at the mechanism lit by the voice-activated lamp.

There is an end to the road, no matter how long or short, there is always a moment to finish.

At the end of the stone staircase, where the lights were shining, an empty space underneath appeared in front of the two of them. As they stepped up the last staircase and landed on the ground, a series of lights crackled out.

Starting from the position of the two people, the lamps on both sides of the stone wall of the Yongdao Road continued, like two lines of fire extending left and right, and two fiery red arcs were formed, and they had reached the opposite side of the two in the blink of an eye, and at the moment when the two of them looked at each other, the two lines of fire collided together, and the last light was lit.

Syllable!

Following the sound, the two of them saw that above the dome, twelve bright lamps were lit at the same time, bright and bright, completely dispelling the darkness and illuminating the entire space underneath.

"What a big deal!"

"What a murderous method!"

The two have different visual sensory angles, and the same exclamation has different meanings.

What Wei Jingtang saw was the space under a radius of fifty meters, with stone lamps arranged one meter at a time, and twelve lotus-like lights on the dome above, completely illuminating the space. This amazed him, and he felt that the master who created this space was huge.

What he saw was twelve bright lamps arranged in the shape of lotus flowers on the dome, and they were no longer lamps carved from stone, but twelve miserable white skulls. The skull is used as a lamp, and a small section of the spine is used as a wick.

"Damn, don't let Lao Tzu know who it is, or Lao Tzu will have to pull your head off and light the lamp!"

After asking Chuanting to sigh, Wei Jingtang also found the material of the lamp above, and couldn't help but be angry, his fists clenched and creaked.

Who would have thought that after the lamp carved from stone, there would be a lamp made of twelve human skulls.

A fist hammered on the side stone wall, the rubble flew, the powder fluttered and fell, Wei Jingtang withdrew his fist with a hideous face, under the distorted face, he couldn't hide the rattling teeth, at this moment, he wanted to tear the person who made the human head lamp to pieces.

Wen Chuanting took a long breath, "The people who created this space are much more murderous than you think!"

"Damn!" Wei Jingtang roared.

Following what Wen Chuanting pointed to, he saw a decomposing corpse lying on the ground, surrounding a circular pool of blood reflecting bright red light, posing in various strange postures, as if worshipping the pool covered with blood.

Wei Jingtang's eyes widened, and the two of them took a step together, his gaze turned on the corpse in a strange pose, "They all died after draining their blood!"

With heavy steps, the eyes that bloomed with cold light swept over the shriveled corpse one by one with grief.

I have seen a lot of corpses, and he has never seen this kind of scene, one by one, the corpses are drained of blood, posing in various strange shapes, and piling up around the pool of blood, which is heavier than the fear of death on the battlefield.

Although it is the same horizontal and the limbs are as chaotic, how can it compare to the horror brought by here.

At the very least, the horse leather shroud, across the battlefield, the expression on his face is pain, relief, the serenity of returning after death, here, there is no pain, there is no so-called relief, some are a happy smile.

The warm smile after returning home and the happiness of seeing God.

There is weirdness everywhere, the weird symptoms of the corpse, the weird expression, the weird posture shown, and this weird place.

The pool of blood rippled in the wind, the corpse had dried up and rotted, there was no trace of condensation in the blood in the pool, and there was no trace of blood in the closed space, even if it was released after the period of time when Wen Chuanting and the two came in, Wen Chuanting did not believe that the blood smell that had been brewing for a long time would be released in a short period of time.

Even if the smell of blood is released, what is the matter with the faint sweetness now? Shouldn't the sweet taste be released along with the smell of blood?

The two subconsciously glanced at each other, and the spirit shivered. His solemn gaze revolved around the space underneath, his gaze sweeping over every lamp on the wall.

There is no anomaly, which is the biggest anomaly, and the two are more cautious.

When the heart was lifted and the sudden and violent beating, the gurgling sound of the spring gushing out of the stone crack sounded in the silent space, and the strange and quiet space suddenly sounded the sound of the spring water drumbling and the bubbles hitting the stone crack barrier. This made the nervousness of the two even more uneasy.

Following the sound, as far as the eye could see, the quiet blood pool rippled layer upon layer, and a series of red bubbles emerged from the center of the blood pool, adding a richer sweetness to the entire underground space.

A small white altar was accompanied by red bubbles, squeezing out of the blood little by little, yes, it was squeezing out, as if there was an invisible force below to float it, and with great effort to expel the viscous blood around it, divide a space, and bloom the whole body on the surface of the blood pool.

Under the human skull lamp, in the center of the blood pool, the white altar, in the entire underground space with no dead ends and no darkness, the altar, in the bright red blood, the world is independent, otherwise it is a drop of dust.

White, a symbol of pure color, is set against bright red, adding a sense of purity that comes out of the mud without staining.

In the eyes of the two of them, the white altar, where is the purity, hidden under the pure white, is a red meridian that is thinner than a hair, and the blood of the same color is bubbling in it, from bottom to top, along the direction of the meridians, flowing through the entire altar, and from the other direction, from top to bottom, into the part of the altar hidden in the blood.