Ling Dabao was anxious, fearing that these decades or even a hundred years would pass. What I love has grown old, and may even have turned into a handful of loess.
This loess turns into fine sand. One by one, they disappeared with the wind. In the end, even the complete body was hard to find.
Ling Dabao was desperate and didn't even look into it carefully. Then why did the old capital become like this? If only a hundred years had passed, the old capital would still be the old capital. It's just that the people inside are different. Absolutely not, it would be such a horrific scene.
The city walls were stained with blood everywhere. Even if a hundred years have passed, this place is still filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Anyone who understands will know. Here, we have encountered natural disasters or man-made disasters. Judging from this scene, this man-made disaster accounts for a greater number of people.
But Ling Dabao did not delve into it at all, nor was he afraid of any hidden dangers in the old capital.
"What a speed!" Mr. Yan saw a blurry figure in front of him, and for just a moment, his pity eyes turned into shock.
The speed of that figure was so fast that it was far beyond the scope of light industry. It was more like flying in the clouds and mist.
"this......"
In just a blink of an eye, that figure crossed the city gate and entered the old capital from ten miles away in a dozen steps.
"This...is really a person from the Immortal Sect..."
In this world, in the arena where he is. No one can step into the old city from the desolate plains ten miles away in a dozen steps.
There is no light skill in this world that can do it, not even Mr. Yan and Aunt Gongsun can do it.
Probably, only the immortal sects that have rumors in the secular world can do it.
Before Mr. Yan could react, Ling Dabao disappeared from sight and stepped into the darkness.
By the time he reacted, it was too late.
"Son!" Mr. Yan shouted quickly, trying to stop Ling Dabao and stop him from leaving alone.
But no matter how Mr. Yan shouted, there was never an echo from within the city wall that blocked the light.
This made Mr. Yan stunned, even held his breath, and did not return his breath for a long time.
If Ling Dabao was worried about Zhou Youluo and lost his sense of proportion, and went first by himself, how could he enter the old capital?
Even though he is now a great martial arts master, he still dare not go there alone for fear of encountering a scene from many years ago.
After about a cup of tea, Mr. Yan came back to his senses.
When he regained consciousness, Mr. Yan's expression changed again. Because he knows that procrastination wastes some time. this
After a while, with Ling Dabao's speed, he might have gone far.
"drive!"
Mr. Yan took a deep breath and drove the carriage towards the old capital. At the same time, he prayed again in his heart that his adopted son would be waiting for him on the other side of the city gate.
The horse speeds up, and billows of dust and smoke rise on this desolate land. This ten-mile journey took a lot of time for a horse-drawn carriage.
After a long time, the carriage stopped. Mr. Yan raised his head and looked at the decaying city gate in front of him that was shaking slightly with the wind. He looked at the darkness inside and swallowed.
Back then, my junior brother died in this place, his hand was cut off, and his chest was penetrated. Now, he is standing here again. After twenty-eight years, I am here again.
The darkness in front of him seemed to be spreading forward, filling his entire eyes. His pupils seemed to have lost their brightness.
At this moment, Mr. Yan could feel drops of sweat rising unconsciously, dripping from his forehead, across his cheeks, and dripping from his chin.
The sound of dripping was clearly audible, just like the sound of raindrops ringing in my ears, and it kept falling.
Mr. Yan took a deep breath, then, with trembling legs, he climbed out of the carriage, and then, holding on to the horse, he stood tremblingly in front of the city gate.
He didn't raise his head or lower his head. Instead, he looked straight in front of him.
What is there in that dark place? When you look into the depths, perhaps it is the abyss staring back at you.
Will the skeleton that killed his junior brother appear again?
What could be there in that dark place?
Mr. Yan's legs shook more violently, and the fear in his heart became deeper and deeper, but he still dragged his trembling thighs and stepped towards the darkness.
"Son........"
The moment he stepped into the darkness, he suddenly felt a deep and strong rottenness that hit his face and penetrated deep into his heart, giving him a suffocating smell.
The first time Mr. Yan stepped into this dark place, he immediately called Ling Dabao.
However, the miracle did not happen again.
The first time I expected that Ling Dabao was a fool, he was really a fool. But this time the expectations were hard to come by.
The chick will eventually spread its wings and fly high one day, and will leave its parents to find its true love and its own happiness.
For the first time, Mr. Yan felt how difficult it was to be a parent.
Although he wanted to cry but had no tears, he was extremely frightened. But he still walked towards the depths of darkness. At the same time, he shouted for his son.
"Son, eh, eh..."
........
Ling Dabao was extremely anxious at this moment, extremely anxious.
The surrounding area was dark, with only the sound of wind swirling around. It was the wind that came from him running around.
"This place is very weird..." Ling Dabao looked in all directions as he ran around.
In his eyes, the surroundings were not dark. Even at that deeper level, everything was clearly visible in his eyes.
His eyes continued to drift further, and beyond what seemed to be a mass, what came into view was a white light, which looked particularly cold, and the surface seemed to be covered with shallow ice marks.
It's a pile of bones.
"These traces are at least three hundred years old. Could it be that three hundred years have passed in just a few seconds?" Ling Dabao frowned.
There seemed to be a glimmer of light ahead, as green as a will-o'-the-wisp.
In the dim light, someone suddenly shouted loudly.
"Come here, come here!"
"How dare you act strangely in front of me, even if you are a monster?" Ling Dabao sneered.
Immortal, he is indeed an immortal. Just as Mr. Yan expected, he was an immortal.
But he was not from the so-called Chunyang Palace, but from the Cangyun Sect.
Ling Dabao stretched out his hand and clapped it forward.
Suddenly, wind and rain gathered.
The moment the wind and rain came, the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly went out, and the human voice stopped.
At the same time, deep in the darkness, there was a line of white clothes that suddenly turned around. Behind the white clothes, there are two figures standing.
The man in white clothes suddenly frowned, with a look of confusion on his face.
"This familiar aura is as if good luck has arrived. Whose aura is this...? Why is it so familiar, but I can't figure out who it is..."
Bai Yi murmured and turned to look behind him.
Behind, someone looked obsessed. Some people looked back with deep love in their eyes.
The complicated look in Bai Yi's eyes became more and more intense, and then he murmured.
"Yes...yes...it's my junior brother who I got cheaply."
