Under the red light, there was a door directly in front of Shuihan and Richu. No, it was more like a door than a door. The reason why I say this is because the door is too huge, and it has a thick feeling, as if it is embedded in the dark rock. The feeling is very subtle, as if it is not a door, but a door. A cabinet, a cabinet containing the unknown. Shui Han looked at the door. It was a completely red door. It was in sharp contrast with the black rock. It was very abrupt. He thought this was the entrance to Rashomon. There were some patterns carved on the door. The carvings were very shallow, but they could still be identified. They were probably some demons and ghosts. Shui Han guessed that these were probably similar to the role of the door god, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, but he just felt it was strange. Since these carvings are scary, the Five Poisons probably don't want anyone to enter this door, but this door is red. The contrast with the surrounding black rocks is so sharp that it is difficult for people not to notice it. This is no different from inserting a road sign on the ground. The effect of writing "There is a door here" is almost the same. I don't want people to come in, but I do it so obviously for fear that others won't find it. The two contradictions are really funny. And this door is too big. Shui Han is confused. Why is it so complicated to make one door? It's too wasteful. In Shui Han's mind, this is simply the gate of the palace (Shui Han has never seen the palace, so he preconceptions) , but he always felt that it was not impressive. It was big, but it exuded an evil aura and made people shudder. But now that it has arrived, it cannot retreat.
"Let's go in." Shui Han looked at Richu beside him. She didn't seem to have any intention of going in, but was observing the open fire with interest.
Shui Han looked over and was deeply attracted by the open fire. He had never paid much attention to the open fire before, but since it was placed in the center of the valley, it must be useful. But apart from lighting, he really couldn't think of anything else. Other functions. What interested Shui Han was that the color of fire was actually red. Shui Han had never seen such pure red flames. Ordinary flames would not be just red like this. It would be more appropriate for Shui Han to say yellow. Shui Han knew that the color of the flame was determined by the fuel, so he looked at the root of the open flame. To Shui Han's surprise, the open flame had no roots. He saw the fireball hanging on a pillar. It's very abrupt and weird.
"This should be an open flame formed by a spell."
Richu touched his chin as if thinking.
"But why is this open flame here?"
"This is not simple, it is used for lighting. The five poisons must be afraid of the dark."
Shui Han spoke righteously and seemed to have understood everything, but in fact he understood nothing.
"If it's just lighting, why would you use magic to create a red flame?"
Richu's words are not unreasonable. Red is not a suitable color for lighting. To say that the lighting is unsatisfactory, but everything in this valley is wrong, and for some reason, Shui Han always feels that something is wrong from the beginning. He really doesn't want to think about it anymore. stay.
"Let's go in quickly."
Finally, Shui Han became impatient.
Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of Richu's clothes out of the corner of his eye. Shui Han's brain felt as if he had been shocked by electricity. No way, this...
How can it be!
Shui Han's mind was spinning rapidly. Yes, he definitely remembered it correctly. No wonder he always felt that something was wrong. So, that was it.
Rashomon, Rashomon, that’s what it is.
Shezong College
Xun Ge opened the door and approached Xun Kuang and Jingmen.
"Dad, they are back."
"Zhongqiu is back?"
"No, it's Wen Zhong."
Xun Ge's tone was very low.
"Let's go to the Confucian Palace."
Xun Kuang's tone was very urgent. When he turned around, he picked up the juzi on the table, handed it to Xun Ge, and said:
"Take it with you."
The night was moonless and very quiet. Xun Kuang, Xun Ge, and Jingmen were walking on the way to the Confucian Hall. They were speechless and everyone felt heavy.
Wen Fatty was leaning against the stone statue of Confucius, looking at Liuyun lying on the ground. The child was poisoned, and his original constitution was weak. Coupled with the consumption through the teleportation array, he was afraid that the odds were against him. Moreover, Shuihan's whereabouts were unknown. I really feel unhappy no matter what.
Xiaotian was beside him, at a loss. Zhong Shao had a gloomy face and lowered his head. Only Jueyang, who had been fiddling with the money in his hands, seemed to be living in his own world. In fact, Jueyang was not a ruthless person. Time was wasted on boring emotional catharsis. He would rather solve the problem. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about medical skills and didn't understand the whole thing well, so he had to play around with his interests.
Xun Kuang walked into the Confucian Hall and saw this scene. He knew something was wrong and immediately jumped to Liu Yun's side and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse. Xiao Tian and Zhong Shao were about to salute, but he interrupted with his other hand.
After a while, Xun Kuang stood up.
"Jingmen, send him to the Medical Sect immediately. Be quick."
"yes."
Jingmen received the order, picked up Liuyun lying on the ground and hurried away.
After Jingmen left, Xun Kuang sat on the ground and gestured for others to sit down as well. So Wen Fatty, Jueyang, Zhong Shao, Xiaotian and Xun Ge also sat down, and the six of them formed a circle. lock up.
"Okay, time is running out, let's sort out the whole thing."
The night sky is deep and mysterious.
