My mind went blank for a moment, and a chill shot up crazily from my back, permeating all my limbs in an instant, and the hairs all over my body stood on end!
That shoehorned face can almost be said to be my nightmare...
I was very curious before, how did the Shadow-Burying Viewing Mountain come into the hands of the Bunniang, and what is the relationship between her and Qiu Chudao!
Now, I actually see her face here?
But the bun girl is already dead!
That person here is definitely not a human!
My thoughts flashed across my mind, and I clenched my fists tightly, trying to calm down.
The fear and pressure that Bun Niang gave me was so great that it was difficult for me to control myself from thinking about the scene at Bun Niang's grave.
Watching them being poisoned and falling from the mountain, Mr. Yin was instantly drained of his energy and turned into a shriveled old candle in the wind. The blood of the innocent villagers of Buniang Village was stained all over the main hall of Buniang Tomb...
"Master?! What's wrong with you? Do you want me to find someone? You can't come up now!"
Jiang Meng above was shouting, and the echoes in the pool wall kept vibrating.
I was brought back to my senses by her voice, and only then did I realize that the vague half of the face was still there, motionless.
Not a ghost, not a human?
I narrowed my eyes slightly and continued to focus on that half of my face. I raised my hand to stop him at the top of the pool and shouted, "No need to call anyone."
I subconsciously felt that I must not let anyone come at this time.
The road to Qiu Chudao is only reserved for people who know how to watch movies and watch mountains. Any outsider coming here will probably add more variables.
I took out the Gray Immortal Gloves from my pocket and put them on my hands. I hung the Yang Gongpan around my waist, bit the back of the dagger connected to the vagina across my mouth, held a pen in my right hand, and an inkstone in my left hand.
In this way, once I use my hands, I can draw runes as quickly as possible to resist. Even in close combat, I can use daggers and Yang Gongpan.
After making all these preparations, I calmed down and approached the obscure passage cautiously.
When I got closer, I discovered that there was a semi-convex relief on the stone wall inside the passage. The relief was of a woman, and the half-shoehorn face was her profile. It was just right at the angle I was standing at. see.
The water in the pool had just dispersed, and the water remaining on the relief reflected the moonlight and starlight. In addition, the surrounding light was very dark. From the angle just now, I thought the relief was a human being.
This face is not very finely carved, but the shoehorn face of the bun girl is really too special. Coupled with the connection between the film and the mountain, it made me think of so many things in an instant.
On the wall of the passage, there are many places faintly exuding dark spots of light, which are inlaid with ores similar to the gravel outside.
Moreover, the positions of these light spots are not so messy, and I can roughly detect them with my eyes. This is also the formation pattern in the Shadow Burying Mountain.
The relief is not just the piece that looks like a bun girl. A little further five or six meters, there is another relief that protrudes about seven or eight centimeters from the wall. The whole is nearly two meters high. It has a solemn and calm face, horizontal lines on the forehead, ears Sharp silhouette, high cheekbones, thin lips.
He held one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and put the other hand on his chest, holding a whisk.
This is the image of a Taoist priest!
The Taoist priest is a Taoist priest of the Liu family, a guard of the Qiang tribe. Who is that person who looks like a bun lady supposed to be from the Qiang tribe?
I continued walking inside, and my eyes became more and more accustomed to the light here.
The passage did not go straight forward. About ten meters, it began to slope upward. Before you knew it, the road had reached the end. There was a hole at the top, which you could obviously crawl up.
I roughly estimate this distance. If this place is compared to the ground, it should be the location of the pavilion.
The top is Yang and the bottom is Yin. Are the Yin House and the Yang House the same design?
I vigilantly paid attention to every stone crevice and ground, just in case corpse head mushrooms or corpse head mushrooms suddenly appeared somewhere.
The relationship between Bun Niang and Qiu Chudao is so deep, I have to be on guard at all times, in case I get poisoned at this time, it will be more loss than gain.
After carefully looking around the passage and the hole above, I put away the earth pen, inkstone and dagger, and climbed up from the hole below. The hole was very narrow, only 70 to 80 centimeters, and there were also holes on the walls. relief.
These are relatively common. Some have normal faces, and some have horizontal lines on their foreheads. They should be the images of ordinary Qiang people and Taoist priests.
In order to climb up, I couldn't care about anything else and could only use my strength on these faces.
After climbing about seven or eight meters, I got out of the hole.
The ground here is exceptionally dry, and the light is obviously much brighter.
My heart skipped a beat because I was actually in a pavilion now...
After getting up, I looked around and saw that there were main rooms, side rooms, and wing rooms on three sides.
There are two huge porcelain jars on both sides of the main door, with two ever-burning lamps on them!
The candlelight flickered faintly, illuminating this gloomy house that had been quiet for who knows how many years, making it feel particularly lonely.
