Lin Yue's "hanging out" has been going on.

Soon, a full month passed.

These days, she has been observing every place in Zhuangzi, not only buildings, flowers and trees, but even the sky and even the land.

"Hanging out" is just a façade.

The girl measured every inch of land in the manor with her feet, and observed the clouds and clouds dissipating every day, the rising and setting of the sun, and the withering and blooming of flowers and plants in the village.

Late at night, the girl who couldn't sleep leaned on the bed and whispered:

"Height...... It's not the same. And there's that. ”

The "that" in her mouth refers to two places known to the servants in this Zhuangzi, or more precisely, two lines. When one crosses one side of the two lines to the other, one enters the dungeon from the top of the manor, or vice versa from the dungeon to the top of the manor.

It's not like other stairs that go from the ground to the dungeon through the secret chamber, but suddenly, just crossing a line, and suddenly going from the ground to the underground dungeon.

Everyone else thinks it's a spell as well.

And the "height difference" in Lin Yue's mouth was discovered by her, although it was not easy to detect, but the terrain in this manor was uneven, it was ↗↘↗↘ such uneven. This was discovered when she was "stupidly playing with balls" (in the eyes of others) in the manor with a small glass bead every day.

......

The night when she couldn't sleep, Lin Yue thought a lot, a lot.

A lot of things were integrated in her head.

Until the sun rises, and the world is white.

Lin Yue went out of the courtyard with a shovel.

A shovel is used to shovel soil.

She's going to start shoveling dirt, because she can't figure out what else to do.

As for the place where the earth is shoveled, it is the place of those two lines.

No one stopped her actions, no one came to interfere with her, because the others wanted to get pleasure from the fear and pain of passers-by, and had no interest in Lin Yue, who had already survived.

Of course, if Lin Yue didn't kill three times in a row, then they would execute Lin Yue.

Lin Yue was digging from morning to night, digging until she couldn't dig anymore, she went back to rest, and waited until she finished the rest to continue digging the next day.

The excavated soil was piled up beside her and pressed into a mound.

Until, for the third time, there were passers staying overnight and staying in the courtyard of "ink dyeing".

That night, Lin Yue was so tired from digging that he couldn't get tired anymore.

It's getting dawn.

From tonight onwards, the people in her yard will disappear one by one.

When the first rays of morning light are lit up in the Zhuangzi,

The girl who had not slept all night lifted the shovel in her hand and slammed it down.

The world is white!

At this moment,

It was not because the morning sun rose rapidly that it illuminated the whole Zhuangzi, but that a crack opened under the shovel that the girl threw down,

And then the crack grew faster and longer—and countless rays of dazzling white light poured out of this long crack in the ground!

Lin Yue froze.

The shovel fell to the ground with a "clang".

Don't...... Is that really the case?

The ground beneath her feet began to shake violently, and at this time, all the awake and unawake people in the village felt the violent shaking of the earth!

The girl felt her body become so light and light, as if flying in the wind, and she shielded her arms in front of her eyes, so as not to let the sand and gravel blown by the wind fall into her eyes.

And when she opened her eyes again, the veil was blown away by the wind, and the girl tried to reach out and grab it, but found that her hand was in the mist......!!!

Here it is—

She stood up, the wind blew her long hair and sleeves, and in front of her was not Zhuangzi but a gorgeous palace on the tall white jade staircase?!

The girl was surrounded by clouds and mist, and she actually went to the sky?!

And on the white jade railing, a long painting fell gently, and on top of it, a painting was being drawn,

Beautiful estate.