【West of Aslan Empire Grant Crystal Room】

After Triya finished her salute, she rose from the cold ancient stone face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, the body of the little boy that the silver priest had ordered her to go to the Abyss Corridor to find was already lying cold on the ground in front of her. The corpse was covered with a thick white cloth, and underneath the white cloth was the outline of a small raised figure.

Therea raised her hand to cover her nose, a little unbearable to the disgusting sensation of the little boy's corpse.

Not so much because of the stench of the corpses of decay - on the contrary, the corpses were preserved fairly intact, without any stench of decay, and even with some bitter coldness, like the smell of pine needles frozen in the snow. It is very unconscionable that in such a damp and dark primeval jungle infested with fungi in the Abyssal Corridor, the corpses show no signs of decay. It can only be said that this is no longer a corpse in the ordinary sense, it is no longer a body made of bones and flesh, and when Treya walked to the end of the traction line, she actually had a little doubt at first whether the guidance of the traction line had been wrong, because the thing in front of her, yes, something, can only be described by this word, it is not a corpse at all, to be precise, it is more like a shell.

A bit like a cicada molting and a bit like a python shedding its skin, it is a transparent chrysalis with full humanoid features. It has clear limbs, head, and facial features, however, it has no bones, no internal organs, no flesh and blood, it looks like a hollow container carved out of crystal, the material is a little translucent, neither hard nor soft, a bit like a semi-dried gel. The eyelids of the original part of the head are gone, and only two blank hollows remain, and a cold air is bubbling outward. There was an almost invisible slit in the forehead of the empty shell, and some black asphalt-like gum remained on the slit, almost disappearing—when Treya found the body, the traction line was straight on the slit in front of her forehead.

"Silver Priest, I have brought back the corpse you asked me to seek. Treya looked up, "But I don't quite understand, this corpse—"

"Stand down. Before Treya could finish speaking, the cold voice of the Silver Priest came out of the crystal wall and interrupted her.

“...... Be. Therea was some surprise, but she only hesitated a little before smiling lightly. She glanced at the silver messenger who was waiting in the shadows in the corner, then turned and walked out of the room.

【West Asslan Empire, Grant, Cross Corridor】

The heavy stone door to the silver priest's room slowly opened.

The silver messenger, who had been waiting in the corner of the room before, now held the corpse wrapped in white cloth in his hands and walked out slowly. His steps were quick, without hesitation.

The figure of the silver messenger quickly disappeared at the end of the cross corridor.

The dark, damp hallway quickly regained its silence.

In the shadows around the corner, Treya controlled her steps and walked out gently, she blinked, her eyes turning into a cloudy white mist, surrounded by high walls, statues, blue flames, alcoves...... All disappeared, and all around was primitive and complete darkness, and in the depths of the darkness, in the distance, a golden point of light was gradually fading away.

Treya raised the corners of her mouth and quickly followed.

At first, it was still the dungeon under the Grant Palace, which Treya was familiar with, however, the Silver Messenger went all the way down, sinking continuously.

The soldiers and guards around him gradually became scarce, and soon, only the remnants of the soul power of the silver messenger in front of him remained, and the surroundings were empty. Treya looked at the increasingly mottled walls, the copper doors that had fallen into disrepair, and the occasional moss in the corners of the corridors, and he was holding this corpse, where was this going?

One door after another opened.

Step after staircase continued to sink.

Treya's heart gradually rose with some uneasiness.

A spiraling staircase appeared in front of Treya, an ancient stone staircase leading to the dark underground. Treya carefully controlled her steps so as not to make a loud reverberation in this spiral stairwell, which seemed to be like a deep well.

The stairs finally ended, and a rusty door appeared in front of Treya, the door unlocked, and the Silver Messenger had just disappeared behind it. Treya's eyes were white, behind the door was a corridor, and not far ahead was a corner, and around the corner, three silver messengers were silently guarding with sharp blades. If Treya opened this door, she would be exposed to the three silver messengers in an instant. Therea retracted her senses, lowered her eyes, and fell silent.

The white silk that fell from the sky, like a raging python, instantly wrapped around the three silver messengers, and then the silk circled towards the roof, hoisting them high and winding them repeatedly, and soon, three white silkworm cocoons formed on the corner of the roof. The cocoon struggled and wriggled constantly, as if the moth inside was about to break out of the cocoon, but after a while, the white cocoon stopped surging and struggled, and was completely calm.

Treya made her way down the hallway, where a descending staircase would continue from time to time, and then a flat walk. After a few iterations, Treya finally reached the end.

A huge double door stood in front of her.

The double door is about ten meters high, like a black iron forged with a smooth and cold color, but when you get closer, you find that it is a solid stone cut completely, carved with complex patterns that are interlaced and intertwined, and it does not look like the modern style of Yaslan, it should be very ancient. The stone door had no handles, no keyholes, only a thin slit between the two stone doors that could hardly be detected without looking closely.

Treya stretched out her hand and pushed, and the stone door weighed more than a thousand pounds, and it didn't move.

Treya once again launched a large-scale soul power perception talent, behind the heavy stone gate, the soul power of the silver messenger is gradually moving away, behind the stone gate, except for the soul power of the silver messenger, no other abnormalities can be sensed.

Treya withdrew her perceptual gaze to the stone door in front of her, and soon she spotted the spirit power that remained in the carved grooves of the stone door like golden powder. It was evident that the soul power left by the silver messenger on the door was extremely weak, almost indistinguishable, like the remnants of gold paint from a mural hundreds of years ago, and the golden powder stretched out in some of the grooves, weaving a pattern that looked like it was encrypted.

Treya stretched out her hand and carefully injected the soul power in her palm into those grooves along the remaining traces, the soul power flowed slowly, piecing together a complex pattern with symmetry in the center, which looked like a vertical lip, Treya looked at it for a while, slightly surprised, her face flushed with a hint of redness, but soon, it was enveloped by a faint sense of madness.

The heavy stone door slowly slid open in both directions, and the part of the stone door that touched the ground was unusually smooth, so that the door opened silently. Treya couldn't help but be a little glad that if there was a heavy rumbling sound when the stone door opened, then the silver messenger inside would definitely be aware of it.

Treya sneaked in silently.

Walking through the stone gate, the light became brighter. To say that it is bright is actually a bit inaccurate. The light is still dim, but the original darkness has become very red, and inside the stone gate is a huge deep underground cave, and at the bottom of the huge cave is a crimson lake, and the strange red light in the cave is seeping out from the bottom of this lake. The water of the lake is very viscous, not like water, like blood. The top of the cave was filled with huge stalactite-like pillars hanging upside down, as if the sharp teeth of a giant monster were hanging above the head.

A rough stone staircase spirals down the edge of the cavern, and at the end of the stone staircase is connected to a stone bridge that spans the blood-colored lake, not a bridge, but rather a water-surface stone path that extends from the shore to the center of the lake.

The stone path is about four or five meters wide, stretching to the center of the lake, and at the end is a round platform with curved steps at the edge, the bottom of which is soaked in blood-colored pool water. At this moment, the silver messenger was holding the corpse and walking towards the center of the lake.

The cave was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, with a hint of sticky sweetness in the stench, like the smell of many rose petals rubbed into the long-rotten internal organs, Treya suddenly realized that it was the smell of menstrual blood, and when Treya realized this, she couldn't help but bend down, cover her mouth and retch a few times, she tried not to let herself make a sound, because in this underground cave, a small sound was enough to cause an earth-shattering repercussion.

The silver messenger had reached the round platform in the middle of the lake, he walked to the edge of the round platform, walked down two steps, opened the white cloth in his hand, and then gently lowered the body of the little boy into the blood-colored pool, and pushed it deeper into the lake.

The little boy's corpse floated slowly into the distance, its corpse floating on the plasma and looking indescribably eerie. What is this for? Is it to bury this body? Water burial? But if it is to be buried, why is it going to such great lengths to find it?

Therea couldn't help but poke forward, the cave was too huge, the lake was at the bottom of the deep cave, and at the end of the dim scarlet vision, Treya seemed to find that the water in front of the little boy's body suddenly rose silently, and then, a small black horn poked out of the viscous plasma, as if there was some monster under the water, lurking towards the corpse.

Treya's pupils dilated, and she instantly realized what the Silver Messenger was doing: he was feeding.

The small black horns resemble the dorsal fin of a shark, gliding silently on the surface of the water. It's hard to tell what it is and how big it is just from the part that comes out of the water. Treya activated her talent, however, she couldn't sense its soul power state, extremely weak, extremely very weak......

As if attracted by an invisible temptation, Treya couldn't help but walk forward, she didn't see the cliff that was already hanging in the air a few steps ahead, and suddenly, a small pebble was kicked down the stone steps, and the stone rolled and bounced on the rock wall of the cavern, making a clear clicking sound.

Treya quickly retreated towards the stone gate.

The silver messenger turned his head and looked at the entrance to the stone gate above the cave, which was closed and there was no movement. He turned his head and continued to wait, and the black sharp horns had swam in front of the corpse. (To be continued.) )