The sound of mice came from the sky, from the white mist, from all directions, from his mind, his body... It was like countless needles piercing his body at the same time.
Li Chuan's vision went dark and he fell forward. Then he felt hit by something and flew out. He scratched and kicked with his hands and feet, trying to grab something to rely on, but he couldn't catch anything. It was empty, with nothing but mist.
But there seemed to be an invisible force that jolted him forward.
This force pulled and twisted him, his body shook, his hair was scattered, and his clothes were blown.
at last--
This force shook his body violently, and immediately a burning heat surged up from his stomach. Li Chuan opened his mouth, and the sour and smelly liquid spurted out. He vomited until his stomach was empty and nothing could be vomited out. , retched again for a while, then stopped.
It was then that he suddenly realized that he was lying on the ground.
The ground was no longer monotonous black sand, but light yellow floor tiles, engraved with simple patterns. His vomit was covered on top, slowly seeping to the sides, exuding an unpleasant stench.
Looking up, a majestic palace stood quietly in front of the clouds and mist.
Above the palace, there is a whirlpool, and in the whirlpool there is a red cloud that looks like a sword. The electric light inside the red cloud flashes and sheds red light.
It turns out that the red light in Jueling Land comes from here.
Li Chuan raised his hand to wipe his mouth, managed to straighten up, turned around and looked back at the way he came. This time he saw the road.
The steps paved with white jade go all the way down, and through the white mist, you can vaguely see the strange rocks ahead.
Just follow the steps and you can go back.
Then, Li Chuan faced the palace again.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his legs and walked towards the palace.
The palace is so big that it looks very close, but it takes a long time to walk there.
Halfway there, he saw a stone tablet with ancient seal characters engraved on it, many of which were blurred and mottled beyond recognition.
With the help of his original memory, Li Chuan was able to piece together the general meaning.
It was probably the owner of this place who discovered that this place was breeding spiritual treasures, so he settled here for a while and helped the spiritual treasures to be born.
The inscription on the inscription becomes blurry as it goes to the back, so no one knows when the Lingbao was born, whether it was born, or the name of the owner.
After reading the inscription, he looked up at the palace again. If he wanted to build such a big house to live in whatever he wanted, an immortal would be an immortal.
After continuing to walk a few steps forward, Li Chuan stopped again. He sniffed and felt a stench lingering on the tip of his nose.
After entering this place, he felt that he kept smelling a stink. At first he thought it was the smell of his vomit, but after walking so far, he could still smell it from time to time. It should be emanating from somewhere here.
After searching for a while, nothing was found. So I kept going and walked all the way to the gate.
The palace door is wide open.
The surface of the gate is also mottled and decayed like a stone monument.
Cross the half-ruined threshold and enter the main hall. The main hall was empty, there was not a single piece of furniture, and the walls were mottled.
Li Chuan raised his head, frightened, and took a few steps back. A huge figure floated on the dome, leaning out half of his body and looking down at him.
save,
Help!
Using both hands and feet, he stepped back to the door. He tripped over the threshold again and was so panicked that he couldn't get up even after crawling several times.
He glanced out of the corner of his eye, but didn't move.
Not moving?
Li Chuan looked carefully and found that the man's skin was also mottled and covered with fine cracks.
It turned out to be just a statue of a god.
With a solemn expression, he held flowers in his left hand, and in his right hand... Li Chuan looked down at the position of his right hand on the ground, and sure enough he found the broken fragments of his right hand, and he could also distinguish some fingers and the shape of the palm.
Huh?
Li Chuan took a few steps forward, squatted down, reached out and pushed away the fragments on the ground, and saw an ancient mirror underneath.
The mirror was gray, so I picked it up and looked through it in my hands.
It is about eight inches in diameter, with patterns of turtles, dragons, phoenixes and tigers engraved on the back, and eight patterns surrounding the mirror.
Li Chuan took out the "Classic of Patterns" and flipped through it. Although he couldn't find the exact same pattern, he could still see that the patterns in the book and those on the mirror came from the same origin.
This ancient mirror was probably originally held in the right hand of the statue of the god.
How to use it?
He has no chance of becoming an immortal, and he has no real energy at all. If there is blood, what will happen if the owner is recognized?
So he said to the mirror: "Ancient mirror, ancient mirror, where is the Black-Horned King?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his palms felt hot.
Before he could react, his brain felt dizzy, and a harsh and noisy sound scratched his eardrums. There were also squeaks mixed in with the sound, and then a voice gradually became dominant and became clearer.
"Your Majesty, among the little demons who entered the cave, there is a goose demon still alive."
"He said that Manager Hu asked them to catch the spy, and then a human woman came out of the mine, claiming to be an official of the Qintian Prison, and said she was here to catch the criminal. Manager Hu got into a fight with the woman, and he followed the other gangsters. The demon queen rushed forward, but somehow it flew away and there were no demons around it."
"It's been just over a week since he went up the mountain. I don't think he's lying."
"Qin Tian Jian?" Another voice rang.
At this time, Li Chuan finally recovered from his dizziness and saw two people on the ancient mirror.
A white-faced scholar.
The other one wears silver armor and a red cloak, looking majestic.
The white-faced scholar said: "Yes, she is an official of Qintian Prison. Judging from her age and appearance, I think she may be Zhu Qingyun, Gong Wuguang's close disciple."
It seems that the scholar is a counselor-like character, and the one wearing silver armor is the Black-Horned King.
"Is she here to catch someone? Who to catch?" King Black Horn asked.
"I don't know, the goose demon didn't hear clearly."
"What kind of spy does Manager Tiger want to catch?"
"I don't know." The scholar felt that he couldn't bear to say that he didn't know twice, so he added: "Your Majesty, I have arranged three groups of people to patrol near the mine where the accident occurred, and sent an additional elite team to take care of the accident. Touch every inch of it."
"We also sent a team of harpies to monitor the entire mountain range."
"I estimate that within three to five days, we can find out where those people are hiding."
The scholar secretly observed King Black Horn's face, which looked a bit ugly, so he pretended to be serious and said: "Your Majesty, I think this matter is not simple. The people from Qintian Prison must have other purposes for coming here."
Sure enough, these words attracted the attention of King Black Horn, and he asked: "What is the purpose?"
The scholar said: "Qintian Supervisor is handling a case. When can't it be handled? Why didn't they come yesterday or tomorrow? But today King Shilong came and they came? Isn't it a coincidence?"
"What's the meaning?"
The scholar said: "I think Qin Tianjian and Su Han are in the same group!"
