The boy stepped into the darkness, and the leader followed without any hesitation. A few people behind him were helpless, so they walked in.

From the outside, it was pitch black inside, but the inside was still faintly shiny.

There are no windows in this attic for some reason, and even though it is raining heavily, it is difficult to get a ray of light in the sky if it is daylight.

It's just that the countless red candles surrounding the wooden table are shining slightly.

The candle was red, and the flames reflected the color of its own body, illuminating the attic red.

It's also a bit like blood red.

There was a round of mahogany chairs against the wall, and there were more than ten people sitting in twos and threes, and two boys, one man and one woman, stood at the end of Mo Haoqiong's line of sight with some humility.

In the dark where the light does not touch, there is also a door that leads to the inner room.

And the girl in front of them walked quickly to the door, and stood humbly like the other three. The boys and girls have the same hairstyle, and so do their clothes, and then look at the indistinguishable postures and expressions of the four of them, these four people seem to be one person.

There was a creaking sound, and the door closed on its own. Obscuring out the light outside, and the roar of thunder.

It was quiet again.

In the quiet light, occasionally one or two people raised their eyes to look at the five of them, and then lowered their heads again.

Everyone in the chair was pondering.

"Does that mean we haven't seen it yet?" Even the person who led such a big grin, in this strange atmosphere, couldn't help lowering his voice.

Mo Feng glanced at the leader provocatively, picked up a chair to himself, and sat down so casually.

The leader's eyebrows twitched, he couldn't show weakness, hooked a chair with his hind feet, fell down, and sat firmly on the chair, and by the way, he raised the legs of Erlang, who was high in the sky.

The remaining three hesitated for a few breaths, and then they all sat down back and forth.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or if the sight can accept it, Mo Haoqiong feels that the room is gradually brightening.

But it's still quiet and terrible.

Suddenly, the door at the end opened.

The four boys saluted the man who came out, and resumed his original movements.

It's like a sculpture.

Liu Chaolei frowned and walked out, walked quickly to a chair, raised his robe with both hands, and sat down.

Mo Haoqiong looked up at him.

"Huh?"

His gaze like a big knife slashed straight at Mo Haoqiong.

It's just a look, but it seems to have a real impact.

Mo Haoqiong's scattered strand of hair covering his eyes was broken.

Liu Chaolei's white robes and clear face are like a shell, and the soul of the warrior under the golden iron horse is ready to go.

Mo Haoqiong was stunned and looked away.

His gaze swept over Mo Haoqiong for a breath, and then he stopped, lowered his head slightly, and thought about his own affairs.

Tut. What a hassle.

At this time, two more boys, a man and a woman, came out of the house, bowed in front of the ink wind, and invited them with their right palms to the hidden door there.

Mo Feng still wore his smile that had not changed for a hundred years, put away the folding fan, and got up to follow the two boys.

Be quiet. Silent.

The candles in this room are very strange. In front of Mo Haoqiong's eyes, this candle, it burned for a long, long time...... But it doesn't mean to be short.

The same is true of all the candles in the house.

I don't know how long it has been. A quarter of an hour. Or is it a quarter of an hour?

The ink wind finally came out.

is exactly the same as Liu Chaolei, after coming out, he sat straight in his seat without saying a word, thinking carefully.

The leader smiled and followed the two boys. Mo Haoqiong watched his figure disappear into the darkness.

Silent.

It's very hard.

The leader came out, and the heartless smile he usually wore disappeared, only calm, as if he had come to his senses, and went straight back to the seat he had just sat on, thinking carefully.

Zhang Jianyun was taken by the second boy with an expressionless face.

Mo Haoqiong looked at the leader on his right.

He looked down at the floor, wondering whether he was distracted or thoughtful. But he was sure that his face was no longer the usual laughter.

This is not a leader he knows.

The candle shadow flickered.

Zhang Jianyun came out expressionlessly, glanced at the leader imperceptibly, sat straight on the chair, and thought carefully.

The two boys walked towards Zhao Qingqiu.

Mo Haoqiong was a little panicked.

Zhao Qingqiu got up.

Her right hand was suddenly grabbed. It's Mo Haoqiong.

His face trembled. How soft his earnest voice was. "Don't, don't be like them. Okay?"

Zhao Qingqiu smiled and nodded, and followed the two boys into the door.

It was too dark in that door. It seems to be able to engulf all.

Mo Haoqiong was a little panicked, he really wanted to get up and leave now, but he felt that it might just be the fear and worry caused by his own self-care, and even if there was really a problem with this view, he couldn't let go of these three people.

Everyone was silent. Mo Haoqiong was also silent.

Zhao Qingqiu groaned and walked out. swept straight past Mo Haoqiong, who had already stretched out his hand, and sat straight on the chair, thinking carefully.

Mo Haoqiong's hand hanging in the air gradually clenched.

The two boys were already standing in front of him.

"Please. ”

Mo Haoqiong was taken to the door by the two of them in a daze. Let your figure be completely drowned out by darkness.

Indeed, it was pitch black inside.

Mo Haoqiong wanted to open his mouth in the rootless darkness and ask why the Taoist temple was like this, but he didn't know where to start. No one has ever said that Taoist temples are not allowed to do so.

"Sit. ”

Li Yisuan's voice was very clear, which surprised Mo Haoqiong.

This word had a strange meaning, and Mo Haoqiong sat down involuntarily.

It just so happened that he happened to be sitting on a chair. It looks like this chair should have been here.

When he came, there was no hindrance. Why is there so much coincidence under him, multiple chairs?

"Just ask. ”

This clear question interrupted Mo Haoqiong's thoughts.

"Ah...... what do you ask?"

"Ask what you want to ask. Your first question is over.

Your second question is?

Mo Haoqiong frowned. He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound.

The one on the other side seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Whatever you ask, I answer. Since you didn't ask a question, this answer is considered a gift to you. ”

Mo Haoqiong was silent and pondered.

There were so many questions he wanted to ask, too much. There are many unspeakables, many unspeakables.

"There's no hurry. You can go out and get back to your seat and think slowly. You have two more chances to give me an answer. ”

Mo Haoqiong breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to get up.

"Wait. I don't know, can I ask you a question?"

The black and heavy darkness, Mo Haoqiong's posture of getting up froze there.

Half a moment of dead silence.

"I don't know, have you ever heard of ......?"

Leaning on the arithmetic elongated the vocal line until the filament broke.

There was a half-silence.

"Longevity?"

Mo Haoqiong's half-closed eyes suddenly became violent in the darkness!

The Hanzi plum on the waist is half an inch out of the sheath.