"You don't need to feel too much psychological burden. These two corpses have been corpses since they were separated from the clam beast."
Song Siyuan thought about the current situation and continued:
"If this clam beast is really a mirage, then the mirages recorded in history are probably the golden mist spit out by larger mirages. The source of these golden mist is the living people it eats. Every living person under the mirage will be turned into a memory and stored in the body of the mirage. The mirage created by these clam beasts spitting out golden mist is actually not an illusion, but a reproduction of other people's memories. This kind of thing can be used by thousands of people. It has left countless mirage records in history.”
"So, her last sentence about where the wind comes is the way out, does that mean there are other exits in this mirror palace?"
Song Siyuan recalled the whispers she heard after Qionghua's death. From the semantics alone, she understood that only if there were other entrances to the Mirror Palace could the conditions for wind blowing be met. Combined with the feng shui they heard in the well and pool, this mirror There may be another entrance to the palace, but I don't know where.
When Song Siyuan was speaking, the collapse of the top of the tower was obviously more serious. Large pieces of rubble had already fallen, making the clam tower rumble and falling countless snow-white shells.
"Oh, let me tell you guys, if we really want to find an exit, we have to move around first. If we really rely on guessing with our brains, we have to go to the Year of the Monkey."
Master Mao looked at the top of the tomb. It looked like a broken earthen jar, with water leaking everywhere. As long as there was a gap, it was equivalent to an irreparable hole. The hole was washed away by the water. In addition to falling gravel, the gap also Becoming wider and wider.
In this way, the waterfall became bigger and bigger, gradually changing from a small bucket waterfall to a wide silver-white waterfall. It was like a jade dragon as wide as a carriage swooping down from the top of the tomb, rushing towards the Mirror Palace. The pavilion of the palace seemed to have been washed away by a world-ending flood The houses were in ruins and collapsed one after another.
In the blink of an eye, a lot of groundwater has accumulated in those low-lying places, and waves can be seen on the water surface, like floating sparkling brocade, making people jump with fear and irritability.
"We have to hide in the clam tower quickly. If we are hit by gravel, we won't be able to leave even if we want to."
Yue Guanchao noticed something moving above them and yelled at everyone like crazy. Master Mao wanted to go out, so he had to follow everyone back.
Soon enough, before everyone could take a breath when they walked into the clamshell, there was a loud bang where they were standing, and a cracked rock from the mural fell down, and the ground was covered with debris.
The ensuing waterfall broke several stones on the ground, showing the power of the underground water!
Seeing this scene, everyone just felt scared. If they persisted in standing there, even if they were not smashed to death, they would be washed to pieces. It would be extremely difficult to climb out of the deep water!
Song Siyuan stood at the door of the clam pagoda and looked into the distance. In just a moment, the mirror palace pavilions in the outer circle had completely sunk underwater and turned into a real "undersea crystal palace".
She lowered her head and took out her pocket watch and said to everyone: "According to the current speed, in another half hour, the groundwater will be hidden from the white marble platform. By then we will be in danger and we must hurry to the second floor."
"Second floor? Song Qianjin, if we really go to the second floor, once the water floods in, we will have no chance of getting out."
Everyone was only focused on fighting clams and didn't pay attention to the second floor of the clam tower.
Now that I have opened my eyes, I realize that the Bengta Pavilion appears to have three or four floors on the outside, but only two floors on the inside. The large hall in the middle is completely empty, leaving only the narrow floor on the second floor for walking.
The widest floors were only two or three meters wide, which could barely accommodate three people walking down side by side. There were no stairs to go up or down. Facing the floors that were five or six meters above the ground, they felt as if they had drunk well water. Even if it rains at night, it's nothing more than this.
Song Siyuan understood that everyone wanted to find an exit, but they had obviously missed the best opportunity - the tomb where the Mirror Palace was located was submerged underwater, and with such a large space submerged in water, it was simply unrealistic to find the exit. .
She looked at the old man, and her expression returned to seriousness: "Master Cat, the outer Crystal Palace is no longer above the head, and only this clam tower is the tallest building. Even if we don't go upstairs now, we still have to go up when the groundwater floods over. By then we will be passive and we don’t know what trouble will happen!”
"I think what Song Qianjin said is exactly what I meant when I told you to go to the Beng Tower. No matter how many stones were smashed into this building, it has only slightly peeled off its skin. It should be able to support it for a while. You are also in the situation just now. I saw it, but it was smashed before I even got out."
"If you ask me, it's better to run to the second floor first and think about the meaning of the riddle that Mrs. Qionghua left. It's better than being a headless fly."
While Yue Guanchao was talking, he and Song Siyuan were already sorting out the flying tiger claws. The two of them tacitly understood each other and threw it towards the railing on the second floor.
Click, the flying tiger's claws firmly grasped the railing and buckled on the wooden ladder.
"Yue Guanchao, be careful when you go up there. These woods have been around for thousands of years, so I don't know if they will be strong or not."
Such caring words were very helpful to Yue Guanchao. He nodded towards Song Qianjin, climbed the rope and stood carefully on the floor. He originally thought that the stairs had become dilapidated long ago, but the feeling under his feet was completely different, showing firmness and stability.
Out of curiosity, Yue Guanchao lowered his head and turned on his flashlight, looking at the wood used for the floor, his brows filled with joy: "You guys come up here with peace of mind, this wood is very stable and is of the highest quality."
With his words, everyone's nervousness eased slightly, and they climbed on the ropes and stood on the floor one after another. It was exactly as he said. Not only did it not creak, but it felt as solid as stepping on solid ground.
Everyone took advantage of the round window with open tiles to look at the floor. The floor was dark and shiny. It was exactly three meters from the window to the railing, and it looked like a suspended platform on a cliff.
