Shui Han and Ri Chu passed through the Miluo Mirror, and it seemed like they had traveled through a long memory. Although it was only for a moment, Shui Han actually felt a sense of intimacy that he had never experienced before. There was a voice telling him that it was time to go back. .
Inexplicably and without warning, Shui Han felt for the first time that he might be a person with a story.
This feeling came to an abrupt end when Shui Han saw a new realm. It was difficult for Shui Han to describe the scene in front of him. He just felt a chill in his heart. This feeling was not fear, but shock.
According to his own observation, the place where Shui Han is now should be inside a tower or a building similar to a tower. The inside of this tower is open and transparent, with no plywood between the layers. The surrounding walls are extremely regular. Eternal lights are arranged.
Supporting the entire tower-like building is a huge pillar in front of Shui Han. This is a huge, pure black pillar, with many slightly smaller long wooden beams extending from the pillar and embedded in the wall of the tower-like building. Inside, it supports the balance of the entire building, and Shuihan and Richu are now standing on one of the wooden beams.
The limit of what Shui Han could observe was the above, and there were some things hanging on those beams that he couldn't understand. Even the source of the shock to him was those things.
It was a red thing like a silkworm cocoon. They seemed to be hung on the beams through silk threads. Under those red cocoons, there was another silk thread extending to the bottom of the building. Shui Han looked down. As far as the eye can see, there are such red cocoons, but Shui Han can't see the bottom clearly. It seems that these downward extending silk threads have turned around at the bottom, and he doesn't know where they are going. Shui Han feels the same as before Not sure why.
"What are these things?"
Shui Han asked.
At the beginning of the day, he leaned down and began to observe those cocoons. After a while, he said:
"This is the ice silk of the Snow Country."
Shui Han felt incredible:
"Ice silk, isn't that white?"
Shui Han knew about Snow Country Ice Silk. It was a high-end fabric that only rich people could afford in Yan Country. Although Shui Han was a senior poor man, he had been living in Yishui Town where poor people gathered. Logically speaking, He shouldn't have anything to do with such luxury goods, but he once followed Fatty Wen to serve as a temporary waiter at a noble's house in the royal capital when he was having a wedding. At that time, Shui Han saw many rare treasures, including this one. Ice silk, he seemed to have heard those guests say something about ice silk, saying that its material was special and could not be dyed into other colors, so all ice silk on the market was snow white.
As for why the nobles of the royal capital wanted to invite Fatty Wen to cook all the way, Shui Han always felt that it must be that Fatty Wen's cooking skills were too superb and his reputation had spread far and wide to the royal capital, so Shui Han once wanted to be a chef with Wen. Fatty Wen was as good a cook as Fatty, but now that he thought about it, Fatty Wen seemed to be unhappy after he came back from the noble house. Shui Han suddenly had a feeling that Fatty Wen might not just be a simple cook, he might be a man with a story. cook.
"is blood."
Two simple words brought Shui Han back to reality from his reverie.
"What?"
Shui Han was stunned and immediately understood what was going on.
"These ice silks are soaked in blood."
Richu was obviously very calm and continued,
"Ice silk is actually not silk, but a thread-like fiber formed by condensation of ice crystals. These ice silks are red, probably because they are soaked in blood."
"But isn't ice silk not dyeable?"
Shui Han was puzzled.
Richu's expression suddenly became solemn, he thought for a moment and said:
"The characteristics of this ice silk are that it has good conductivity and its internal structure is hollow, so no dye can stay on it for a long time. Not only dyes, but also liquids that are injected into it will flow down. These ice silks should be normal It acts as a conduit.”
Shui Han understood that this was not dyeing at all, but conducting the blood to a certain place at the bottom of the building through an ice silk thread extending from the bottom of the cocoon. Shui Han took a breath of cold air and looked at the cocoon made of ice silk. He felt that there must be something ominous wrapped in it, and it was something that could release blood.
Richu tidied his clothes and said:
"Let's go."
"Where to go?"
Shui Han was confused.
"Go down."
"ah?"
Looking at those beams, Shui Han realized that he was standing on an unknown height of sorghum. His legs instantly became weak and he said:
"It's better not to."
Richu laughed out loud, flicked Shui Han's forehead, and said:
"Then you want to stay with these corpses?"
"Corpse, what corpse?"
Shui Han felt something bad, and saw Richu's fingers pointing at the blood-red cocoons. Shui Han suddenly understood. Could it be that those cocoons were actually human corpses, and those corpses were the real source of the blood?
Shui Han was frightened and couldn't believe it, so he cautiously leaned over to take a look. The ice silk itself was made of translucent material. Through the red membrane, Shui Han saw a human-shaped thing huddled in it in an extremely weird posture. Those blood-red threads were inserted directly into his skin, causing Shui Han to break into a cold sweat.
He could clearly feel that those threads were sucking the blood from the corpse and conducting it downwards. On these beams, there were countless blood cocoons like this. Such a huge amount of blood was sent to somewhere at the bottom of the tower. What to use it for?
Shui Han looked at these cocoons and felt suffocated. At the same time, he had made up his mind to go down and find out.
