Baomu followed the Taoist leader, still holding his nose and frowning, and his steps were a little staggering.
"Baomu, otherwise you don't want to go down yet." The Taoist priest said.
Baomu removed the hand covering his nose, took a deep breath, quickly covered his hand back, shook his head heavily and said, "It's okay, Taoist Master, let's go."
After saying that, Baomu stretched his legs towards the stairs.
It was not convenient for Jasmine to go down, so they left Qin Yin and Uncle Hong and Hong Zhi to accompany her, while the others followed the steep earth and stone stairs into the underground square.
The light gradually disappeared above their heads, and at the same time, a dull and pungent smell poured into their nostrils.
Baomu's expression became more and more painful, and the fool quickly took out a mask from his pocket and put it on Baomu's face.
For others, it’s not so difficult to breathe.
"The poisonous gas seems to have dissipated," Li Muyuan, the leader, said, "It's safe down there."
With a bang, Xiaolan jumped down from the stone ladder and landed firmly on the solid ground, raising a little dust.
"Ahem..." Wen Ling climbed down the stone stairs with difficulty, coughing while waving away the dust in front of him.
The underground square was dark, and a few flashlight rays penetrated the darkness and pierced into the distance.
Lao Luo gracefully walked down the stone stairs and looked around the dark space with the others.
"Did you find anything?" Jasmine poked her head out of the cave and asked loudly.
"It seems like there's nothing?" Luo Jiutian's flashlight swept around, "Jasmine, please wait, we just came down, and we haven't started investigating yet."
"There was nothing in the first place," Li Muyuan smiled awkwardly, "because everything here has been burned and only the ashes on the ground are left."
Good guy.
Everyone immediately became wary of their steps, and Lao Luo even murmured an unknown salvation scripture.
"These ashes...are all..."
"Oh, don't get me wrong, these are not," Li Muyuan stretched out his hand and pointed to the depths of the darkness, "The burning place is inside."
Everyone walked in the direction pointed by Li Muyuan.
"Are there really any clues here?" Xiao Lan looked at Wen Ling and asked.
Wen Ling shrugged, "Maybe."
Are you also guessing about co-authorship?
"How big is this place?" the fool asked as he walked. "I can't even see the edge."
"I'm really worried about the top of our heads," Luo Jiutian raised his head and looked at the mottled cave wall above his head, and said, "There is such a large underground cave down here. Is the soil above it stable?"
"As long as no heavy objects like cargo trucks run over it, it'll be fine." The Taoist priest also joked.
"What do you think, dad?" Luo Jiutian asked Lao Luo in a low voice.
"I told you to speak less and shut up occasionally."
"……All right."
Wen Ling and Xiao Lan stood shoulder to shoulder and followed the crowd cautiously.
"I feel... Oops!..."
Just as Xiaolan was about to speak, her right foot suddenly stepped on something hard. Xiaolan's ankle buckled and she fell directly to the ground.
"Xiaolan!" Wenling quickly knelt down to help her.
"Are you okay?"
"What's wrong with Xiaolan?..."
"..."
"It's nothing, I just stepped on it suddenly..." Xiaolan reached out to touch her feet and picked up the hard object, "I stepped on something, eh? Isn't this... Wen Ling, this is your xun, yours The xun fell."
What Xiaolan was holding was the stone Xun that Wenling had stolen from the two robbers in Luliang.
Everyone gathered around.
"This thing can still fall off," the fool warned, "You have to be careful when asking for spirits."
Wen Ling stared at the stone xun, and after a while she started to fumble around in her arms. After a while, she took out an identical stone xun from her pocket.
Everyone stared at the two stone xuns with big eyes and small eyes.
"What is this?" Li Muyuan asked.
"This..." Xiaolan weighed the stone xun, "We actually don't know. Maybe you have seen it?"
Li Muyuan shook his head hesitantly, "It looks like a musical instrument."
Lao Luo knelt down in front of the two of them, stared at the two xuns carefully, and said, "This looks like something from the fifth watch."
Luo Jiutian said in a similar manner, "Is it possible that it's something from the fifth watch?"
"Fifth watch?"
As expected, Li Muyuan and Xia Hua came over with interest.
Xia Hua took the xun in Xiaolan's hand and observed it carefully.
"Jiutian, don't tell me, this is really a bit like the first matchmaker of the fifth watch."
"The first media is..."
"Wugengtian disciples are not born with the ability to control objects. They also need to practice it from a young age. In the initial period of practicing object control, Wugengtian disciples need to rely on some media to achieve the primary ability to control objects. These can help them The medium that acquires the ability to control objects is called the first medium, which means the first medium." Xia Hua explained.
The original medium?
"In other words, this is a tool for simple exercises for Wu Gengtian people with particularly low abilities?" Xiaolan asked.
Xia Hua pondered and nodded, "It can be said that usually, after reaching Moutian, they no longer need a medium, and Moutian is still very easy to achieve, so generally only children need first-time mediums. "
"Child?" several people asked in surprise.
The tool that the scar-eyed man used to summon mice was actually just a gadget used by children at midnight to practice?
The scar-eyed man not only regarded it as a treasure, he even killed his companion because he suspected that he had stolen it.
Suddenly you feel a little sympathy for him?
"Since the soul-asking xun is here, then this one was left here by others," the fool said. "Could it be those who died?"
"It should be theirs," Li Muyuan said, "Only a few of us Shuanglin and those dead people have been to this underground square recently, and this thing is definitely not ours."
"What the hell is going on?" Baomu's voice came out from his tightly closed nose. It sounded sharp and strange. "That group of people is not only related to Sixia, but also to Wu Gengtian?"
"We should bring someone down from the fifth watch." Luo Jiutian said.
"I'll call the people above to notify the fifth watch." The fool said and ran towards the exit.
"But how could Miss Wen Ling have this?" Li Muyuan's eyes moved to Wen Ling.
Several other people looked at each other.
It doesn't matter if you tell them about the spiritual inquiry, but the problem is that this story cannot be told clearly in a short while.
"This is not something Wen Ling got from Wen Ling, but Wen Ling got it from a person," the Taoist priest said. "That person is also a Sanyan."
As soon as he heard the word "Sanyan", Li Muyuan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Are they the same race as Miss Wenling?"
"No," Xiaolan took the arm of Wenling who shook his head vigorously and said, "It's a Sanyan who lost his heavenly eye. That person wanted to get Wenling's eyes. He wanted to kill Wenling, but he failed. It was then that Wen Ling got this stone xun from him."
