The body enters a state of weightlessness without preparation, and even an adult can't help but exclaim.

However, in that state just now, Han Yi and Xiaoxi didn't make a sound.

Feeling his body falling downward, Han Yi's brain went blank for a moment, but he still instinctively grabbed the soft little hand that had been clenched in his palm at the moment of falling.

The sound of air whistling in my ears continued, and the warm feeling that I had seen in my back before became cold as the temperature around me continued to drop.

He wondered if he and Xiaoxi would just hit the ground like this, and then say goodbye to this world directly.

If that were the case, they might as well have been found and kicked out of their homes by the soldiers......

Burst! Burst!

Perhaps it was the heavens that favored the two, and the imaginary collision did not appear.

At the bottom of this pitch-black falling passage was a soft grass pile, which greatly slowed down the momentum of the two of them.

However, both of them were children after all, and even though they were cushioned by a haystack, they were still affected by a lot of shock, and they fell into a coma.

And I don't know how long it took, a voice slowly appeared in Han Yi's ear.

The voice was ethereal and distant, as if it existed in another world.

"Azathoth...... Azathoth...... ...... Azathoth"

The chaotic and ethereal voice kept whispering in Han Yi's ear, as if calling for something, many of which Han Yi couldn't understand, but the only thing that could be heard clearly was the word "Azathoth".

What is Azathoth? Han Yi thought about it, but soon, just as he tried to search for this word in his memory, a sharp pain suddenly appeared in his head.

He immediately felt as if his consciousness had fallen rapidly from some chaotic realm or space in an instant, and then directly escaped from that state.

He snapped his eyes open, gasping for breath.

The whispers in his ears had completely disappeared, and he gradually regained some composure.

He was lying on a pile of hay, face up, his eyes on the pitch-black passage that had caused him to fall.

The perception of the body gradually recovered, and Han Yi also felt a burst of depression and dullness in his chest and the warmth and softness that kept coming from his palm.

He tried to sit up, and saw the maid Xiaoxi lying on his chest, still unconscious.

Perhaps because of the lack of security in the dream, Xiaoxi's little hand always held Han Yi's palm tightly, as if he was afraid that Han Yi would suddenly walk away.

"Xiaoshio...... Xiaoxi ......" Han Yi reached out and gently patted the back of the girl in his arms, and called in a low voice.

But the other party did not react, and still lay in his arms very quietly, never waking up, nor letting go of the small hand that held his palm.

Han Yi tried to pull out his palm, but Xiao Xi actually hugged his arm again, and after several attempts, Han Yi could only carry Xiao Xi on his back, which made the other party stop wanting to occupy his palm.

His physical strength gradually recovered, which gave Han Yi some strength, he carried Xiaoxi on his back and slowly stood up.

Fortunately, Xiaoxi's body is extremely light, and it is not very difficult to carry it on Han Yi's body.

The surrounding light was extremely dim, and Han Yi eased up in place for a long time before he gradually adapted to the dim light, and only then could he gradually see the outline of the surrounding environment.

He carried Xiaoxi on his back and first went directly below the pitch-black passage that caused the two of them to fall, wanting to see if there was something similar to a ladder on the inner wall of the passage.

But after he felt around the inner wall of the passage, he could only sigh in disappointment.

"It seems that this passage is not the only exit here." Han Yi muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Gotta look somewhere else."

As he spoke, he turned around with Xiaoxi on his back, and a rough outline appeared in the dim light, as if there was a wall not far in front of him.

"Who designed this place, why is there no light source at all?" With a sneer in his heart, Han Yi cautiously walked towards the wall.

As soon as he stepped out of the haystack, he could hear the soles of his shoes crashing against the ground from the first rustle to a crisp click.

The ground has been repaired and is not an ordinary underground gravel dirt road.

At this time, he has gradually returned to his former calm state, constantly judging the surrounding environment.

After taking about ten steps forward, Han Yi stopped again.

It was only an arm's length from the wall in front of him, and he could reach it with his hand.

He used his right hand to support Xiao Xi, who was behind him, and his left hand was directly stretched out and placed on the wall in front of him.

Then he turned right and walked forward, his left hand attached to the surface of the wall, groping for clues to be extracted from the wall along the way.

The front was extremely dim, and Han Yi didn't know when it would be the end, so he could only walk forward slowly.

Finally, when he tried to take his right foot again, his toe hit a hard stone wall, and his left hand touched a hemispherical protrusion on the wall on the left side of his body in the next second.

The hemispherical protrusions were not as cold as the surrounding walls, but rather warm.

"Finally found it." Han Yi was overjoyed.

He subconsciously tried to rotate the hemispherical protrusion, but there was no response, the hemispherical protrusion seemed to be fixed to the wall, and could not be rotated at all.

Han Yi tried to press again, but there was still no change.

Could it be that this is not some kind of mechanism? Han Yi was puzzled.

But when he was about to let go of his left hand, he found that his palm was tightly attached to the hemispherical protrusion, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

Then, the familiar warmth that had previously appeared on his back returned, only this time in the palm of his left hand.

Suddenly!

A bright light appeared in front of his eyes! On the wall that had just stopped him from moving forward, there was a terrifying-looking monster image!

The light flashed, and the image of the monster disappeared directly, and the wall in front of Han Yi returned to its previous appearance.

Everything seemed to be just a momentary illusion.

But Han Yi didn't think so, he was sure that he was absolutely awake just now, and he saw the image of the monster, which was a distorted amorphous mass monster with tentacles like tree roots around its body, and it looked extremely terrifying.

And as the light disappeared, Han Yi's left hand was also able to take it down from the hemispherical protrusion above the wall.

The sound of the stone wall crashing and moving sounded beside him, and a stone door slowly opened, he didn't think much about it, and walked in quickly with Xiaoxi on his back.

It wasn't until the stone door behind him slowly closed that Han Yifang eased up from the fear just now.

He gasped, then shook his head in an effort to forget the terrifying monster image that still lingered in his mind, and then opened his eyes.

The effect of the bright light on his eyes gradually disappeared, and he gradually regained his eyesight, and saw some cyan light spots in the distance.

With the faint light of the cyan light spot, Han Yi could clearly see the steps not far in front of his feet.

Da! Da! Da!

Han Yi slowly walked down the three steps.

And when his right foot finally hit the ground, the surroundings suddenly lit up.

He looked around and saw that there were some stone lamps hanging on the walls around him, and a faint light was blooming on them, although it was not very bright, but it was enough to illuminate the stone chamber.

Soon, his eyes were drawn to the sight not far in front of him.

I saw a hexagonal stone platform on the ground about ten meters in front of him.

In the center of the stone platform is a long sword with a faint cyan light on it, and on top of the long sword are several chains, connecting the iron rings in all directions of the stone platform.

On the top three sides of this stone platform, there are three rows of quaint wooden bookshelves that exist separately.

Han Yi counted it, each bookshelf had three layers, and each layer was more or less placed with some books.

Perhaps because the light can give courage, or perhaps because of curiosity, Han Yi carried Xiaoxi on his back and slowly approached the stone platform not far away.

As he approached, he could also feel that the air around him was gradually becoming cold, and this cold seemed not to be caused by the temperature, but by the faint breath released from the stone platform to the surroundings.

Enduring his body trembling a little due to the cold, Han Yi continued to walk forward, and gradually saw the appearance on the hexagonal stone platform.

There were many strange symbols and drawings on the stone platform, but all of them were extremely abstract without exception, at least Han Yi couldn't understand the meaning at all.

However, there is one thing that he can roughly determine, this stone platform should not be ordinary, but like an altar-like existence.

Although Han Yi is not very old, he has also read many books, and he has a little understanding of the altar, after all, in the Dragon Spirit Continent, the altar will be used in many major sacrificial activities.

It's just that he's never seen an altar with a sword on it.

The flickering cyan dots of light on the long sword made him feel a little uneasy, but it was somewhat familiar, as if the long sword was calling him in this way.

I have to go up and take a look, Han Yi thought to himself.

He gently lowered Xiaoxi from his body and let her lean against the edge of the altar.

And Xiaoxi also seemed to understand what Han Yi was thinking, so he didn't reach out to wrap Han Yi's arm anymore, but just leaned quietly on the edge of the altar, his eyes closed, still in a coma.

The girl's originally fair skin looked a little red under the faint light of the surrounding fire, which added a few different kinds of beauty.

Han Yi touched Xiaoxi's forehead with pity, then got up, wanting to jump on the altar to find out.

But the moment he stood up, he suddenly noticed that there was a sunken palm print on the edge of the surface of the altar close to him.

The palm print belonged to the left hand, and after thinking for a while, Han Yi actually made a ghost imprint the left hand.

The sunken palm prints on the altar were larger than his palms, and they did not fit perfectly.

Han Yi smiled awkwardly, as if he felt that he had thought all this too simply.

However, just as he was about to raise his hand, there was a sound of chains pulling in his ears.

He raised his head to look at the long sword stuck in the altar, and then saw that the several iron chains that had been wrapped around the body of the sword slowly rotated away from the sword body, and finally left the long sword completely, scattered indiscriminately on the altar.

Han Yi's left palm was not absorbed by the concave palm print on the altar, and when he raised his hand at this time, he didn't feel any pain except that the palm was a little sore.

He raised his left hand curiously, wanting to see why the palm was so sore, but he found that a non-standard five-pointed star mark inexplicably appeared in the palm of his left hand, and in the center of the five-pointed star was a black line, I don't know what it meant.

And when Han Yi looked at this mark for two seconds, his brain suddenly had a throbbing pain.

His eyes turned blood-red for that moment, and his body reacted instinctively, quickly raising his right hand towards the long sword above the altar.

Then I only heard a "hum", and the long sword inserted on the altar was pulled out directly from the stone altar and shot at Han Yi's raised right hand.

As soon as the hilt of the sword was reached, there was a burst of coldness, which made Han Yi's head throb a little, but it still made him faint directly.

Han Yi fell straight to the ground and fell to Xiaoxi's side.

And the long sword that flashed cyan light that drilled into his hand actually turned into a cyan point of light and disappeared into his right hand.

And perhaps because of the lack of suppression by the long sword, the aura around the altar was actually disordered.

The books on the shelves were shaken down by the violent earthquake and fell on the altar, and then shattered one after another, turning into purple-gold runes and surging towards Han Yi's body.

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