Aking up in the darkness, he shook his head and got up from the ground.

The first thing he wanted to do was to make sure Dream Weaver was safe, and he tentatively called around.

"Weaving dreams?"

Quietly, no one answered.

There is even a shallow echo.

Juan fumbled to find the fire fold on his body, and with a breath, a small cluster of warm yellow light lit up, illuminating the environment he was in.

He looked around and found himself in a closed stone room, which was empty except for the many strange patterns carved into the stone walls, and there was not even a door on the bare walls!

However, this stone room was obviously different from the stone room that they had seen with Weaving Meng Ronglian during the day yesterday, it was cold and weird, and it was not the stone room they had seen at all.

Strange, why did he come here? Fang Cai was still standing in the stone hall of the Phantom Flower Palace with Dream Weaving and Shuhua, but at this moment, he was the only one in this stone room, what about them? Is Dream Weaving safe now?

Time goes back to the previous hall of the Phantom Flower Palace.

The main hall of the Phantom Flower Palace was originally lit by candles and the night pearl on the roof, and the candles on the shelf were extinguished before they had time to light it, but the night pearl on the roof was bright, more and more dazzling, almost as if there was a breath, and the main hall was reflected in the hazy, and the light of the ups and downs was intertwined with the moving heart, and the beauty was shocking.

Everyone present was attracted by the gorgeous scenery in front of them, and couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

Weaving Dream stood beside Zhu'an, also looked up at the top of the hall, and muttered: "It's really like the Milky Way in the sky......"

This sentence made Zhu'an think thoughtfully, so that the position of the night pearl inlay at the top of the hall did not seem to be random, the candlelight swaying just now was not obvious, and now the whole hall is very dim, but it is particularly obvious, is there any connection with what Mu Feibai said where he has seen this pattern?

Just as he was about to discuss a few words with Mu Feibai, a strong smell of blood spread from the dim and hazy hall, as if several people had been cut arteries at the same time, and blood flowed all over the ground, and the entire air was thick with blood.

Instinctively, he felt that it was not good, and raised his voice and asked, "Is anyone hurt?"

Before the words fell, noisy screams rang out one after another, like thunder.

"Ahh

"These guys have their throats slit!"

"Save ...... Help, something is attacking me!"

Another scream.

Zhu'an intently perceived the entire hall, who was taking advantage of the chaos?

But the whole hall was in a mess, noisy and noisy, buzzing in the hall, and it was impossible to distinguish the direction.

Weaving Dream's voice sounded from beside him, "Zhu'an, someone is secretly mobilizing internal breath!"

By the way, Weaving Dreams' internal force is unfathomable, and her ability to capture is even sharper.

"Dream weaving, direction!"

"Fifteen steps ahead!"

Zhu'an quickly drew his sword and flew over, grabbing a sneaky figure trying to escape.

"Why do you kill?"

"No......," the man who was caught panicked and defended, "It's not me!

Shuhua also followed, and the snow whip flashed, and the reflection of the whip body illuminated the person's face, although it was only for a short moment, everyone still saw it clearly, it was Meng Zikun!

His face was frightened, he held a bloody sharp knife in his hand, and his body was also covered with blood, and he said again in a panic: "Really, it's really not me!"

Fang Xu hurried over, pointed at him and scolded, "It's not you or who?"

The crowd also accused: "That is to say, when we are blind? The evidence is conclusive, it must be you!"

"None of us have a knife in your hand!

"You must be holding a grudge because your father had his tongue cut, and deliberately fishing in troubled waters to provoke trouble!"

Only then did Meng Zikun hurriedly throw away the sharp knife as if he had reacted, and loudly defended: "I, I didn't! It's not mine! Someone just stuffed it into my hand!"

"It's just nonsense, so who do you say did it?"

Meng Zikun shook his head frantically like a frightened bird, "...... I didn't see it clearly, I don't know......"

"Nonsense!"

"Then how did you say you got in! I didn't allow any of your family to come in at all, and you weren't there when the number of people was counted, so how do you explain your presence here?"

"That's right, for sure

What's wrong!"

Under the accusation, Meng Zikun's lips trembled, and he explained anxiously: "I...... I'll admit I sneaked in! But I really didn't kill anyone...... Believe me!"

Although he kept saying that he really did not kill anyone, it was really unconvincing, how to explain the sharp knife in his hand and the blood stains all over his body? How to explain the corpse at his feet? Moreover, he really did not see when Meng Zikun followed up, it must have been him who secretly sneaked in with some of his protégés while he was in chaos, and this sneaky act itself is very suspicious, and it is really contradictory to say that someone has stuffed the knife in his hand.

Zhu'an always felt a little weird, in this dim light, if anyone wanted to fish in troubled waters, it would be easy to prevent it, and it was better to restore the light of the stone hall as soon as possible.

"Let's light the candle first! The rest of the people stand still and don't move, Sect Master Fang bothers you to come and see Meng Zikun, let's light the lamp." ”

Although Fang Xu also wanted treasures, after contact, he found that he was a more reasonable kind of person, and he was quite reliable.

Fang Xu responded happily, stepped forward and grabbed Meng Zikun, and without waiting for an greeting, the other four people each took out their fire folds and went to the nearest shelf next to them to light the lamp.

Zhu'an put away his sword and was about to go to the side to help, just took two steps, and felt sticky/greasy under his feet, and that weird feeling came again.

The candle had been lit quite a bit, and he looked down in the gradually brighter light, and finally understood where the weirdness came from.

As far as the eye can see, the ground under his feet is full of blood, scarlet, not only under his feet, but also on the ground around here, strange and bloody, almost occupying the ground in the center of the entire hall, and in the pool of blood there are several corpses with their throats slit, which is very terrifying and terrifying.

Everyone stood nearby and followed along, and exclaimed, several sect masters hurriedly went to claim the corpses of their protégés, and after confirming that all of these people had indeed died of anger, they glared at Meng Zikun angrily and resentfully, as if they wanted to slash him.

Fang Xu also saw this terrifying scene, and dragged Meng Zikun and asked sharply: "Mencius Kun, what do you mean by this?

Meng Zikun shook his head in horror and tried his best to justify: "It's really not me! I was just about to follow in and grab the Phantom Flower Treasure, but you also saw that I didn't find it at all! I just wanted to follow the crowd and go out again, and I didn't kill people at all!"

Before Fang Xu could ask again, the sect masters who had lost their protégés had already surrounded them angrily.

"And what about the sharp knife in your hand just now?"

"The knife in your hand!"

"When that boy caught you, you were committing murder!"

"Killing people in front of everyone, you are too bold!"

"Murder pays for life, you kill my protégé, I want you to pay for it with blood!"

"And me! Baichuan Meng family's account has been written down by my Ruizhou Wang family!"

Where had Meng Zikun seen such a battle, his body trembled with fright, and he stumbled with a white face: "Then, that knife is really not mine! Someone stuffed it into my hand just before the candle was lit! He must have killed someone, and he wants to blame me!"

A sect master immediately turned his face and sneered: "Are you a three-year-old child when you are an old man?

"That's right, three-year-olds don't believe this kind of nonsense!"

"Who would do such a pointless thing, what's the use of blaming you?"

"Don't spew blood, you still want to pay for killing someone?"

A group of people scolded indiscriminately, and Meng Zikun could barely stand up, and fell to the ground as soon as his legs became weak.

Fang Xu had a chance to speak, his tone was quite calm, and he asked rhetorically, "Meng Zikun, do you believe these words yourself?"

Meng Zikun's face was even paler, it seemed that the blood on his face had faded in an instant, and he was speechless, and it was impossible to distinguish this situation with just one mouth.

When they were arguing, Zhu'an didn't say a word, his eyes fell quietly on the bloodstains on the ground, and he always felt that people were so careful, whether it was Mencius Kun or not, after this person killed someone, why did he deliberately cut his throat and bleed? If it was said that he was secretly attacking just to take advantage of the chaos to provoke trouble, then the goal of killing so many people had already been achieved, so why did he risk being discovered again, and did this seemingly time-consuming and laborious move, which really made people incomprehensible.

Weaving Dream has been quietly watching, and seeing the noise and chaos only makes people feel upset, she always feels that this matter will not end so easily.

He turned his face sideways to look at Zhu An's expression, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"There is a problem with the blood on the ground. ”

Zhu'an's voice was not loud, as far as a few of them could hear.

Several people looked down and were surprised.

The blood that had been accumulating on the ground was slowly flowing in the tiny black grooves they had studied at a speed visible to the naked eye. Compared with what I just saw, it is more intuitive, with blood as the medium, a blood-red flower blooms impressively, and the overlapping slender petals absorb the blood and continue to stretch, like a living thing opening little by little, weird and shocking.

If Fang Cai could only barely see the shape of a flower, now it was really blooming in front of his eyes, Weaving Dream said stunnedly: "This ...... It's Manju Sahua!"

Manzhu Sahua, also known as the flower of the Yellow Spring.

The names of this blood flower are unprovokedly evil and enchanting.

Mu Feibai pointed to the ground in surprise, "Hey, all that blood has been sucked in!"

Little by little, the blood on the ground seeped through the cracks, like a living animal devouring the blood, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Where did all that blood go?"

"I don't know ...... either"

"What's underground?"

This weird blood flower is certainly not a simple decoration, is it a coincidence to cut the throat and bleed?

The crowd didn't notice what was happening, and they were still arguing around Mencius.

When the last drop of blood was completely absorbed, the huge manju sawa painted in blood on the ground also showed its full picture, and the bright red and slender petals bloomed wildly, and there was a strange illusion as if it was alive, and even began to glow red.

The sudden vision finally attracted the attention of everyone in the chaos, and everyone subconsciously stepped back, and no one dared to stand rashly in those red lights.

"What's the situation?"

"What is this?"

"Why is the blood gone, what's going on?"

Fang Xu, as the representative of the sect masters, also asked them in surprise, "What happened to the Dream Weaver Girl?"

Weaving Meng suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at him, and was speechless in her heart, how did she know what was wrong, what was the difference between her and this group of people, even if this was where she grew up, she didn't know anything.

She still thought they were so noisy, and she just wanted to tell them to shut up, and she didn't need to say that it was a lot quieter now.

Before she could answer, the light of the Manzhu Sawa became more and more intense, almost suppressing the candlelight, and the phantom of a Manzhu Sawa was directly reflected on the top of the stone hall, swaying in the ominous red light, making people inevitably climb up to the bottom of their hearts with a strange feeling that the flower was alive.

The already shining night pearl, the pearl in the corresponding position of the phantom is even more radiant, as if echoing with the red light one after another, the brilliance is intertwined and flowing, like the stars dancing in the sky.

Zhu An suddenly remembered the group of stars that poured into the Phantom Flower Palace in the legend of the water god, there must be something wrong, he didn't notice, what was it?

In the chaos, Zhu'an seemed to hear a sound that seemed to come from the ethereal void.

Distant, heavy, snapping.

It's like something has been opened.

Suddenly, the Phantom Flower Palace shook violently, and the entire space was turned upside down in an instant, all the shelves collapsed, the candlesticks fell to the ground, and they fell into pitch darkness again.

The chaotic screams of the crowd disappeared from the main hall of the Phantom Flower Palace, as if swallowed by a beast lurking in the darkness.

After a while, the Phantom Flower Palace returned to its original state, and everything was silent.

The light of the blood-red Manzhu Sahua gradually dimmed, and only the countless bright night pearls on the top of the hall shone quietly, like thousands of stars.

When the ground cracked, before Zhu'an could pull Weaving Dream, he fell uncontrollably.

He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, and when he woke up to the cold, eerie stone chamber.

Zhu'an walked around the stone room with the fire fold and didn't find any exit, but it was impossible for him to appear in this stone room out of thin air, there must be some entrance, as long as he found him, he could go out, he could go to find Weaving Dreams, he was very worried about Weaving Dreams, that kind of anxiety was like a fire slowly burning his heart.

The more anxious he became, the more unable he could concentrate, and he took a moment to force himself to calm down.

He approached the stone wall again and inspected the patterns carved on it.

At first glance, there is only one feeling.

Messy! Disorganized.

A large number of strange lines are composed, and a cursory sweep of the four walls are carved all over, and one wall by one is carefully examined.

If it wasn't naturally formed, then there must be some reason for staying here on purpose, and he must find out quickly.