The three of them walked down from the stone bridge. The entrance to the cave in front was already close at hand. He Siniang was walking at the front. At this time, she suddenly asked suspiciously: "Hey? Why is the entrance of this cave so small?"
The ghost-faced Taoist priest heard the sound and came forward, and found that the hole was indeed very small, probably less than the thickness of a millstone. If a person wanted to get in and out, it would not be enough to be short, he would have to lie down.
He Siniang pointed to the entrance of the cave and asked doubtfully: "Did the Zhao brothers get in here?"
"Who knows," Meng Qingyao said, "Zhao Sanshui left in a hurry after asking me for help. Who knows where he has gone now."
"There is only one road here, so that's right." The Taoist priest with a grimace squatted down and touched the bottom of the cave. He found that there were obvious signs of dragging on the moss, and then he looked towards the cave again. Looking inside, it was still pitch black even after the firelight, so it must be quite deep inside.
The grim-faced Taoist priest pondered for a moment, then turned to He Siniang and Meng Qingyao and said, "You two will stay here, and I, the poor Taoist, will go in first to explore the depth."
He Siniang did not stop the Ghost-faced Taoist this time because she knew that the cave was too narrow. If too many people entered, it would be too late to run out in case of danger, so she only warned the Ghost-faced Taoist: "Just If you don’t come back after half a stick of incense, I will go in and look for you immediately.”
"Okay!" The grim-faced Taoist priest said and handed the torch to He Siniang, took out the fluorite and got into the cave.
The cave is very humid, and there is a layer of dark green stone moss attached to the ground. If you touch it with your hands, it will be very slippery and difficult to touch. The Grimace Taoist had no choice but to hold his arms and rely on the friction of his clothes to move forward. Even so, the cave with a limited height was still very difficult to walk. The Grimace Taoist only crawled for a while, and beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead, and the cave The depths are still pitch black with no end in sight, making it impossible to figure out the geometry of depth.
After crawling patiently for a while, the grimace Taoist priest gradually felt the wind blowing in front of him. Not only that, but mixed in the wind, there was another strange and sad sound. The sound was intermittent and intermittent. Although the Taoist Priest with the grimace could not hear it very clearly, he had goosebumps all over his body. Even the surrounding stone walls felt a bit cold inexplicably.
His grandma’s! What the hell is that sound? !
The grimace Taoist priest became alert and hurriedly raised his ears and listened carefully for a moment. However, whether the voice was far away or due to other reasons, it always sounded ethereal and unreal, like a phantom hidden in the thick fog. Looking at it, I stretched out my hand but couldn't touch it.
The grim-faced Taoist priest stopped and leaned against a stone wall with difficulty, then reached out to touch the Long Ming Dao, intending to see if there was any filth hidden in the cave.
However, at this moment, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in the mind of the grim-faced Taoist priest, and he remembered the pair of eyes on the other side of the cave without any warning. Cold sweat broke out all over his body in an instant, and he was horrified and said: Those...those eyes are clearly... Liu Chuyu’s!
Liu Chuyu was Princess Shanyin, the biological sister of Emperor Liu Ziye of the Liu Song Dynasty. That day, speculation brought the duo to Beijing. Not only did they meet her in the court, but they were also invited to the princess's mansion to be "guests" in the evening. The eyes that are drawn to each other are very familiar, but...but isn't his mother Liu Chuyu already dead? !
The Taoist priest with a grimace hurriedly recalled what happened that night. At that time, Liu Chuyu was teasing Luo Laoqi, and He Siniang sneaked into the palace, used incense on the palace beam to stun everyone, and then stabbed Liu Chuyu to death with her own hands. Not only Luo Laoqi, but also He Siniang had personally confirmed this. In addition, with the wanted notices that came all over the city, Liu Chuyu was definitely dead no matter what, but why did Liu Chuyu suddenly appear in this ancient tomb in the ferry today? ? Could it be that she came back from the dead? !
impossible! The grim-faced Taoist priest quickly gave up the idea. He was also a member of the bandit family after all. How could he have such an outrageous idea?
Since he is not resurrected from the dead, is it possible that Liu Chuyu is not dead at all?
The grimace Taoist thought about it carefully and felt that this possibility was not very likely. Even if Liu Chuyu was not dead, as a princess, would it be necessary for her to go to the Jianghu, or even fight to seek revenge in person? Isn't it enough to just send some people to suppress my group?
After thinking about it, the Grimace Taoist felt that those eyes were not Liu Chuyu's, but if they were similar in appearance, the charm exuding from their eyes was too similar. While he was thinking about it, the Ghostface Taoist's left shoulder was suddenly tapped. Suddenly, he trembled with fright and hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find that it was He Siniang rushing over from behind.
The Taoist priest with a grimace felt something dripping in his crotch and complained: "Oh my mother! Are you trying to scare this poor Taoist to death?"
"I called you several times, but you didn't reply." He Siniang looked forward, then retracted and said, "Why are you just sitting here in a daze? What happened?"
"We've encountered something big." The Taoist priest with a grimace waved his hand, motioning for He Siniang to lean on him to talk, and then asked: "Siniang, you said that Liu Chuyu, is she really dead?"
"Liu Chuyu? That prodigal? Why did the Taoist priest mention her so much?"
"Don't worry about anything else. Just tell Pindao that you were almost certain to kill her that day at the princess's mansion."
"Ten percent." He Siniang replied: "As I wanted to avenge my ninth sister, my sword was directed at the vital part. When I left, the pupils of my rogue hoof had changed. There was no way I could have had a chance of survival."
"This is even more puzzling." The Taoist priest with a grimace told He Siniang everything he had seen and thought before. He Siniang was also shocked after hearing this and couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure the Taoist priest didn't make a mistake?"
The Taoist priest with a grimace shook his head: "Absolutely not. The Taoist can still recognize those eyes even if they turned to ashes."
"Then why didn't you tell us earlier?" He Siniang said thoughtfully: "Liu Chuyu means a lot to us. If we found something fishy at that time, we should go and find out."
"At that time, Pindao only felt that those eyes were somewhat familiar, and did not remember whose eyes they belonged to. Moreover, he only thought about saving people..."
"Okay, we are being targeted, and we are still in the mood to save others. Anyway, we have to be on guard against this person hiding in the dark, otherwise we will be stabbed in the back by her. We will lose more than we gain.”
"Then Si Niang, you mean to leave the Zhao brothers alone and go over there to find out the situation first?"
"What are you looking for! Dividing troops in a battle is a taboo of the Mushroom Sect. This is something you have said personally, Taoist priest. Why is Kung Fu so confused now? Huh?! That's not right! How do you feel, Taoist priest? Confused?"
