After crossing a long wooden suspension bridge, there were finally lights like fireflies on the other side. It's just that the scary purple color keeps beating, and the strange wind coming from nowhere screams in the cracks of the stone cave, as if you are in the underworld.
The imitations on the wall began to show signs of grandeur. Although visitors have seen it many times, they have never understood what it is painted on.
Perhaps, it is such fang-like madness that can afford the shadow master's ambition to devour the world.
Looking at those fascinating paintings, visitors can't help but stop and watch carefully.
Reflected in his pupils was the horrific scene of hell rendered by purple bonfires.
He seemed to see half of the ugly face of a woman with disheveled hair, opening her screaming, bleeding mouth; inside there were mountains and seas that were so hot that they were difficult to distinguish, and the sea was also burning.
If you squint your eyes and look carefully, the color of the sea seems to be very wrong. At first he thought it was a school of fish in the sea, but when he took a closer look, he was surprised to find that those spots looked like broken arms and legs... Suddenly he saw that in the lines above, there were A twisted horizontal line - it turns out that this is not the sea, but a cauldron as big as the sea, capable of throwing the world into it and cooking it.
The visitor turned to look elsewhere. As he watched, his eyes felt dizzy.
As if he couldn't bear such a thought, he felt like there were reptiles biting at the bottom of his heart, and the stinging pain made him uncomfortable. He quickly knelt on the ground, put a hand on his heart, and breathed heavily.
The huge animal skin curtain hung down from the top, and a strong wind suddenly blew up at this moment.
A strong wind came, but the moment it was about to contact the incoming person, the wind direction changed and turned to sweep from all directions, cleaning up the surrounding area of the incoming person.
The sound of wind spread all over the place. The visitor who had been tormented by the oppressive feeling just now finally felt that his breath was much smoother and lighter.
He got up from the ground, stumbled over with gratitude and admiration, and reached the front of the curtain, where he knelt down with a respectful and solemn expression.
"That painting... is beyond your ability to bear."
A powerful echoing sound came from behind the curtain, and the surrounding cliffs trembled at the same time.
"Yes, yes. I don't dare to do it anymore." The visitor rubbed his chest again and again, touching his head to the ground, humble and excited, "If I hadn't been saved by the shadow master just now, I would have died on the spot."
"..." The film owner looked at this person through the curtain playfully, and then hummed after a long while.
"Xiao Wuye..." He lightly patted the dark green rock jade seat, "You are the best talker among them."
Xiao Wuye immediately laughed flatteringly, but immediately stopped.
As one of the four flag bearers, the Xiao Banner Bearer, he is not the strongest, but he is the one who has the most trust from the Shadow Master.
Be it Jiuchongquan or Shadow Skeleton. Although the two of them are useful, they are not true confidants.
And heard the sound thoroughly...
The film owner thought of him, and the expression on his face paused slightly.
"Shadow Master, now the lower world has fallen into chaos according to your wishes." Xiao Wuye Xiao smiled, looking very sinister, "No one can stop Jiuche Xiaoying's steps."
"Yeah." The film owner remained calm.
Xiao Wuye then continued: "Heart Lake Meteor Iron has already ordered people to make arrangements. We swear to the death that we will not disappoint the Shadow Master's expectations."
The film owner was silent. The four rows of will-o'-the-wisp lanterns burned quietly, showing no emotion at all.
Xiao Wuye has always known the shadow master's temperament. Seeing that the film owner was not moved at all, he knew that there must be some serious considerations. It would be of no use if he talked too much at this moment.
So he wisely shut up and waited quietly for the shadow master's order.
Time passed among the purple flames. It seemed like a long time had passed before the voice of the Shadow Master came to Xiao Wuye's ears:
"There are three things."
Xiao Wuye immediately raised his chest and roused himself to listen.
"Human Skeleton Pill, Laojiu Mountain, and...Xi Purple Stone." The shadow master raised his fingertips lightly, and it seemed to be contaminated with a diffuse black air, "There is no need to hide it. Although I am in the extreme snow cave, I am in the snow cave. The situation in the lower world is also very clear."
When Xiao Wuye heard these three things, he immediately understood them.
However, he was somewhat surprised by the film owner's request to speed up the process of these three things. After all, the current situation is still balanced, and a sudden acceleration in pace means there are unstable factors.
But he didn't raise any objection after all. Since the film owner gave such an order, it naturally has a profound meaning.
Nuonuo agreed that since the film owner had no other mood, he would not continue to stay here and be an eyesore. After kowtowing goodbye to the Shadow Master, Xiao Wuye immediately exited the deep and ignorant devil's cave.
But the film owner, after a long time, sighed silently.
The rough sound resonated like a ghost's cry in the silent cave. The purple-black flames flickered on and off, outlining the strange and twisted image of the long roll of animal skin.
He has been here, dormant in this dark place for too long.
Every day, every day, he forced himself to be imprisoned here. Every time he opened his eyes, only a piece of unstained darkness could allow him to remember her appearance in front of him at any time.
After hundreds of years, he didn't care. And now, it's time for him to go out into the world again and reap all the hatred and karma he planted back then.
It's... that day... it won't be long.
The "clucking" sound was the movement of his knuckles. The end of the dark field of vision seemed to be gnawing at bones.
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In the wilds of a village somewhere in the Lower Realm, Zhenglie was being slaughtered and his cries shook the sky.
A group of evil men with black turbans drove all the villagers out of the village, grinning and started killing them best.
