Qingyue's bell was still ringing, as if he was guiding Wu Xiaoxie's direction.

The faint light of the octagonal lantern seemed to have magical power, dispelling the dense fog around it, and when I looked up, a row of candles flickered not far ahead, stretching towards the place where the bell had drifted from.

Wu Xiaoxie quickly followed, falling behind.

The bell hanging under the lantern in his hand and the sound of other bells were uniform and uncluttered.

I don't know how long I walked, but the candlelight dispersed into several rows in an orderly manner and continued to move forward.

Wu Xiaoxie hurriedly found a team to follow.

After advancing a few dozen meters, the candlelight stopped, and the bell stopped for a while.

Just as he was in a daze, a hand suddenly stretched out next to him and pulled him away, and helped him to stand firmly, and a childish voice whispered something in his ear, and the tone seemed to be a little surprised and blamed.

Wu Xiaoxie heard that this was the voice of the little bean ding who had sent him the stone box before, probably because he was unfamiliar with his life and stood in the wrong line, and the position of this team of candles was obviously much shorter than that next to him.

Wu Xiaoxie touched his nose, a little embarrassed, hanging his head and eyes to look at his nose and his nose, he didn't know what these people wanted to do here, but looking at this scale, it was estimated that it was a major sacrifice or other activities.

The melodious and calm voice came from above, different from the tone when he spoke, it seemed to be praying and appealing, it sounded like he was singing, even if Wu Xiaoxie couldn't understand a word, he could still feel the vast ideas contained in it.

Before you know it, the thick fog around you lifts.

Wu Xiaoxie carefully raised his eyelids and looked ahead, only to see that past the black crowd, there was a tall and majestic altar in front of him, the leader he had seen before was holding a black piece of something standing on the edge of the high platform and singing, and behind him stood on the right side of a slender and slender woman, holding a little boy who was also dressed in a white robe with dark gold lines.

The ghost made the god worse, Wu Xiaoxie's gaze was on the little boy, separated by a long distance, and the miraculous thing was that Wu Xiaoxie actually saw a trace of familiarity and surprise in the other party's eyes.

With a buzzing brain, Wu Xiaoxie was so frightened that he almost forgot to breathe, and he remembered where he had seen those strange eyes.

In the cave of the submarine tomb, the eyes of the wooden fish controlled by some kind of power are this color.

Even if the mask covered the upper half of his face, he dared to guarantee 100% that the little boy was Muyu.

Wu Xiaoxie opened his mouth, wanting to shout out, but the words blurted out seemed to be blocked by something, and even he couldn't hear it, he was in a hurry, and he hurriedly pushed aside the crowd in front of him to find Muyu.

The child looked at Wu Xiaoxie, his eyes flashed, and his lips moved slightly.

"Let's go!"

The childish voice of the wooden fish suddenly sounded in his mind.

Wu Xiaoxie was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "What?" ”

"Let's go! Don't look back! ”

Wu Xiaoxie only felt that his body was out of control, and he automatically turned around and began to move his legs, he desperately wanted to pause, but to no avail.

The surrounding fog was speeding backwards, Wu Xiaoxie was about to be blown up by the grievances in his chest, and his mind was a mess of porridge, he couldn't figure out the meaning of himself and Muyu's appearance here, those white-robed people seemed to have a very close relationship with Muyu, could it be that they were the clansmen of Muyu and Little Brother?

No, according to what Muyu said before, the Zhang family has practiced hairy fingers since childhood, and the fingers are different from ordinary people, but he didn't find anything special about those people's hands.

The skull is going to be bald, and there is no reason for it.

I don't know when, the wind in his ears stopped, Wu Xiaoxie found that the fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, and his eyes were completely white, and in a trance, he had the illusion that he was about to turn into a mist and dissipate between heaven and earth.

Suddenly sensing that something was wrong, it didn't seem to be an illusion, he immediately looked down at his body, it turned out that unconsciously, his body was no longer a substance, and began to slowly thin and fade, as if a piece of ice was gradually melting, sublimating little by little into a part of the surrounding fog.

The moment his thoughts were about to disappear, he felt a long-lost, explosive pain, as if his body had been crushed back and forth countless times by a large truck full of goods, and his bones fell apart.

"Uh-"

Wu Xiaoxie's body was thrown heavily onto the plank road, and he exhaled in pain, and the pain stimulation also made his consciousness regain consciousness in an instant.

In front of him was no longer a snow-capped mountain, but a super super giant octopus covered in blood-red hideous lines, each of its tentacles had a huge red lantern eyes, one of which was blown up by a shot from the old itch, and there were seven left.

I'm a grandma!

Wu Xiaoxie screamed in his heart, it turned out that the monster in hell was an octopus, could it be that it was the sea hundreds of millions of years ago here, so wouldn't this octopus become an old antique spirit.

After thinking about it, he wanted to give himself a mouthful, but at this time, he still had the leisure to think about this, and he was really convinced of himself.

The octopus didn't seem to be in a hurry to eat Wu Xiaoxie, but only used his tentacles to play with him, as if he was a toy, and pushed Wu Xiaoxie around like a leather ball, slapping the plank road from time to time, and the violent vibration made Wu Xiaoxi's whole person bounce like a ball, and the plank road was also crumbling under its toss.