Shui Han and Richu passed through the Miluo Mirror, it seemed that they had traveled through a long memory, although it was only for a moment, but Shui Han actually felt a sense of intimacy that he had never felt before, and a voice was telling him that it was time to go back.

Inexplicably, without warning, Shui Han felt for the first time that he might be a person with a story.

This feeling came to an abrupt end when Shui Han saw a new realm, the scene in front of him, Shui Han was difficult to describe, but he felt a chill in his heart, this feeling was not fear, but shock.

The place where Shui Han was now, according to his own observation, should be the interior of a tower or a tower-like building, the interior of this tower was open and transparent, there were no plywoods between the floors, and the surrounding walls were arranged with everlasting lamps in an extremely regular manner.

Supporting the entire tower-like building is a huge pillar in front of Shui Han's eyes, which is a huge, pure black pillar, and many slightly smaller long wooden beams are embedded in the walls of the tower-like building, supporting the balance of the entire building, and Shui Han and Richu are now standing on one of the wooden beams.

The limits that Shui Han could observe were like these, and some of the things hanging on those beams were something he couldn't understand, and even the source that shocked him was those things.

It was a red cocoon-like thing, they seemed to be hanging on those beams through silk threads, and under those red cocoons, there was a silk thread stretching to the bottom of the building, Shui Han looked down, as far as the eye could see, it was all such a red cocoon, but Shui Han couldn't see the bottom clearly, it seemed that these downward stretching silk threads turned at the bottom, I don't know where to go, Shui Han felt unknown as always.

"What are these things?"

Shui Han asked.

At the beginning of the day, he leaned down and began to observe the cocoons, and after a while, he said:

"This is the ice silk of the Snow Country. ”

The water chill feels incredible:

"Ice silk, isn't that white?"

About the snow country ice silk, Shui Han knows, that thing belongs to the high-end cloth that only rich people can afford in Yan country, although Shui Han is a senior poor man, and has been living in Yishui Town, where the poor gather, it stands to reason that there should be no intersection with this luxury, but he once followed Wen Fat to the nobleman's house to serve as a temporary runner when a nobleman's family in the royal capital was doing a happy event, at that time Shui Han saw a lot of rare treasures, including this ice silk, he seemed to have heard those guests say about ice silk, saying that its material is special and cannot be dyed into other colors, so all the ice silk on the market is snow white。

Regarding why the nobles of the royal capital asked Wen Fat to go all the way to take charge of the kitchen, Shui Han always felt that it must be that Wen Fatzi's cooking skills are too superb, and his reputation has spread far to the royal capital, so Shui Han once wanted to be a chef as awesome as Wen Fatty, but now that he thinks about it, after returning from the nobleman's house, Wen Fat Man seems to have been sullen, Shui Han suddenly has a feeling that Wen Fat Man may not be just a simple cook, he is likely to be a chef with a story.

"It's blood. ”

The simple two words instantly pulled Shui Han back to reality from reverie.

"What?"

Shui Han was stunned and immediately understood what was going on.

"These ice silks are soaked in blood. ”

Apparently calm, Richu continued,

"Ice silk is not actually silk, but a thread-like fiber formed by ice crystals, and these ice silks are red in color, probably soaked in blood. ”

"But can't ice silk be dyed?"

The water is cold.

Richu's expression suddenly became solemn, and after thinking for a moment, he said:

"The characteristics of this ice silk are good conductivity, and the internal structure is hollowed, so no dye can stay on it for a long time, not only the dye, as long as it is liquid, injected into it, it will go down, these ice silk, should act as a conduit. ”

Shui Han understood that this was not dyeing at all, but rather to conduct blood through a piece of ice silk sticking out from the bottom of those cocoons to somewhere at the bottom of the building. Shui Han gasped, looking at the cocoon formed by the entanglement of ice silk, he felt that there must be some kind of ominous thing wrapped in it, and it was an hoodoo that could bleed.

At the beginning of the day, he tidied up his clothes and said:

"Let's go. ”

"Where are you going?"

Shui Han was puzzled.

"Go down. ”

"Huh?"

Looking at those beams, Shui Han realized that he was on top of an unknown number of sorghums, and his legs instantly became weak, and said:

"I still don't. ”

Richu laughed out loud, gently flicked Shui Han's forehead, and said:

"Isn't that why you want to stay with these corpses?"

"Corpses, what corpses?"

Shui Han didn't feel good, and when he saw Richu's finger pointing at those blood-red cocoons, Shui Han suddenly understood, could it be that those cocoons were actually human corpses, and those corpses were the real source of those blood?

Shui Han was frightened, and he really couldn't believe it, so he cautiously leaned over to see, the ice silk itself was a translucent material, through the red layer of diaphragm, Shui Han saw a humanoid thing shrinking in an extremely strange posture, and those blood-red threads were directly inserted into his skin, and Shui Han unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

He could clearly feel that those threads were draining the blood from the corpse and conducting it downward, and on these beams, there were countless blood cocoons like this, and what was the use of such a huge amount of blood to transmit somewhere at the bottom of the tower?

Shui Han looked at these cocoons and felt a suffocation, and at the same time, he had already made up his mind that he had to go down to find out.