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Twilight quadrangle

The Huangzhuang located on the hill is shrouded in night, the shadows of the trees are swaying, everything is quiet, and the sound of bonfires bursting from time to time sounds.

The Praetorian Army firmly surrounded the altar in the clearing.

The fire spread its teeth and claws under the blowing of the north wind, casting a shadow on Qin Sheng's side face.

Sanshui, dressed in dark embroidered eunuchs, served and waved the dust from afar, and the forbidden soldiers guarded from afar with their backs to the altar.

Chu Zhiyu turned into a little fox, sneaked in early, and hid behind the stone pillar to observe secretly.

On the high altar is a mysterious array, and the eight-sided chains descend from the stone pillar, firmly shackling the coiling dragon pillar in the middle.

The stone carving of the dragon was lifelike, the dragon was majestic and solemn, but it looked up to the sky, as if asking something, and the five claws were tightly hooked on the stone pillar.

Chu Zhiyu saw the look of pain on its face in a trance.

But the golden dragon is a symbol of the royal family, how could those craftsmen who carved stone carvings make such a fatal omission?

Chu Zhiyu blinked again, and the stone carving looked like an ordinary one again, as if it was her illusion.

Light blue water droplet marks appeared on Zisang Yunyang's eyebrows, and the moonlight wandered like water on his wide-sleeved robe, his robe fluttered, and the water patterns on the sleeves and corners of the robe flashed.

He stepped barefoot on the water beneath the altar.

Step by step, step on the water and go upward.

In the center of the altar, Qin Sheng sat on the ground with his back against the coiled dragon pillar, his face hanging down, one leg propped up, and one hand resting on his lap.

The place where Zisang Yunyang walked left traces of water, glowing with a cold luster.

He opened his lips.

Chu Zhiyu pricked up her ears smartly, but she didn't hear anything, she only heard the water under the altar rippling.

The wind seems to have gotten louder.

Chu Zhiyu's beastly eyes shone brightly, she looked intently at the priest on the altar, and the last trace of doubt in her heart about Zisang Yunyang also dissipated.

He is by no means a liar who sells his reputation and reputation, and he is by no means a half-fool.

In the dark, she felt the aura around her be mobilized, and she was impatient.

The sound of the water is getting louder and louder.

The melody of the water waves seems to contain some kind of law, which makes people involuntarily immersed in it.

Qin Sheng snorted, the back of his hand on his knee was covered with green tendons, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

His black hair was scattered, his head hung down, and he didn't make any big moves, but it made people feel that he was in deep pain.

Boom –

There was a loud thunder in the sky.

Chu Zhiyu shook suddenly, she was alarmed by the thunder, she came to her senses, and realized that she had almost lost consciousness due to the influence of Zisang Yunyang, and she was shocked.

She was on the stage, forcing herself to be vigilant.

"Uh-"

Qin Sheng spurted out a mouthful of blood suddenly, and the coiling dragon pillar leaning behind him cracked, breaking the eight iron chains that were tightly wrapped around the stone dragon's body inch by inch, and spilling them all over the altar.

After the stone dragon lost its shackles, it let out a sad scream.

Cracks in the body of the thunder.

The wind swept the dust of fallen leaves, blurred vision for a moment, and the breath on the tip of the nose became cloudy.

Chu Zhiyu was blinded by the wind, and it hid behind the stone pillar to avoid the messy wind and dust.

Therefore, he didn't see Qin Sheng's face on the altar, white as a lifeless dead man, he grabbed his clothes and staggered up.

Look in a certain direction.

The hair was messy, blocking the black lines on his face.

Zisang Yunyang's expression was grim, he held Qin Sheng, and let the unstable King of Qin lean on his body.

The smell of water vapor in the air is condensing more and more.

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periphery

Cao Guogong and Qin Hao looked up at the strange appearance inside, "The priest is setting up an altar to pray for His Majesty." ”

"Brother Huang's illness is very incurable, and only priests can make His Majesty breathe."

"But this priest is really mysterious, even if the ceremony is held, no one is allowed to watch, the forbidden army is far away from watching each other, and the voyeur cuts the flesh and dies."