Immortal Voices Chapter 217: Homestay
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Seeing that Fenhe is not too clear, Su Xuan said coldly: "We chose to suspend the formation forcibly, also to avoid destroying the formation. After all, if you want to untie the interlocking formations, you can only find the eyes. ."
If you want to find the formation eye, it is inevitable to destroy the formation. The matter has returned to the original place, so Prime Minister Ye can only choose to forcefully stop the formation operation.
Furthermore, he has broken into a place of sleep, and it would be too immoral to destroy it wantonly.
Ye Wenchun glanced at the ice cube amused, and for the first time found that this person's heart was soft, at least he respected the deceased.
Then he smiled and said with a serious expression: "Now the formation is only temporarily stopped, we don't have much time. When we find the young master, we must go out as soon as possible, otherwise the formation will start again. I am afraid the way out. It will become more troublesome."
Su Xuan and Fenhe both looked solemnly, and the three of them passed through the hall before they really walked into the tomb**.
"This catacomb is huge," Fenhe exclaimed.
Looking at the layout of the tomb below, Su Xuan's eyes flashed, as if thinking of something, and he was surprised: "This is to move all Guitucheng down."
There are all trees planted on the ground, and the real city is actually underground.
Such a wonderfully crafted and terrifying building, if it weren't for the magic door as a deception, I'm afraid it would have been discovered long ago.
It's no wonder that Lord Xixin will always send people to stay here, and those demons may also have a name-Tomb Keeper.
"This is really generous." Ye Wenchun also sighed.
Sink all Guitucheng underground. This level of cultivation cannot be underestimated. The legendary Master Xixin is too curious.
They walked quickly past closely connected houses. Those houses were no different from those on the ground. The only difference was that there were coffins in the houses, and the dead were sleeping in them.
On the deadly street, there are only the footsteps of the three of them. On both sides of the road are lifelike pottery figurines. They either bend over to pick up vegetables, or form a group to watch juggling, or stand under the ring with their swords on their backs to watch the game... …
"If it weren't for them to be motionless, I have the illusion that they are all alive." Fenhe said in surprise.
When Su Xuan heard this, he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes drenched, and he stretched out his index finger to poke over the old man holding candied haws, and a small hole appeared.
He rubbed his fingertips and discerned it for a moment, before he breathed a sigh of relief: "It is indeed a pottery figure."
Ye Wenchun also feels loose in his heart. Although they are not good people, they are not big evil people. If these people here are made from living people, then it will be a challenge to the bottom line.
"Everyone here has no kangs or collapses, not even stools, only large or small coffins." Fenhe said in horror, "We have walked into the world of the dead. In this city They are all dead, so is this the real return to Tucheng?"
Su Xuan raised his head and looked at the three characters "City Lord's Mansion" on the plaque. Before they knew it, they had already reached the center of this underground city.
Su Xuan was silent for a moment, and finally understood what the name of returning to Tucheng meant: "All beings must die, and death must return to the soil. This is the true return to Tucheng, the home of the dead."
Fenhe and Ye Wenchun no longer speak out, as long as they think that the emperor and maiden are also inside, there is always a sense of irritation in their hearts.
What kind of character is their next emperor, and how could he be in this city of the dead?
But no matter how bad they are, they have to pick people up.
Ye Wenchun took the lead in pushing the gate of the City Lord's Mansion and stepped inside.
The City Lord’s Mansion is obviously more majestic than the outside, but this majesty reveals a depressive aura, as if there is a mysterious being sleeping here, and the shallow breathing can make their souls shiver.
That is a kind of superior hierarchical suppression, and this suppression also possesses a very similar power to the authority of the emperor.
Ye Wenchun and Su Xuan looked at each other, and they knew what the other party was thinking.
The inside of the mansion is different from the outside. There are all kinds of pottery figurines outside, but there are no other pottery figurines in the city lord mansion except for the scattered ladies.
Fenhe looked around and felt a little weird: "It's impossible. There are so many figurines outside, but there are only a few in the city lord mansion. It is impossible that this city lord mansion has no master."
"Perhaps..." Ye Wenchun looked deep into the mansion and suddenly said, "Its owner is not here."
They walked through the gate and came all the way to the reception hall.
The lobby is as clean as it used to be. There are pottery maids standing quietly on the left and right. There are tea cups on the seats on both sides, and there are steaming tea in the cups, no more, no more, exactly three cups.
The feeling of being seen in the eyes from the very beginning made Fenhe bit her lip, and a kind of fear was born.
"Don't be afraid." Su Xuan said lightly: "This is just an illusion."
Fenhe was startled, tried to calm down, then looked up, everything seemed like it had never appeared before.
They stood at the entrance of the lobby for a while and didn't walk in.
Not only is there no dust here, but the table and chair murals inside have no signs of time erosion. It seems that there are people living here, cleaning them all the time, and welcoming guests frequently, which is extremely strange and terrifying.
The three people bypassed the front yard and came to the back yard. The back yard was separated from the front yard by three miles.
These three miles are not a simple distance, but a bottomless spring.
"It's not a spring." Ye Wenchun said suddenly.
Su Xuan's nose moved slightly, and he was surprised: "It turned out to be wine."
Fenhe sniffed lightly, the wine lingering in the air was mellow and attractive. It was indeed wine.
The three quickly approached Jiuquan. There was no pottery figurine around. A spring full of wine was covered by the barrier, making it more and more mellow inside.
Ye Wenchun swallowed, only feeling a little unable to move.
Su Xuan coughed lightly, awakening Ye Wenchun's sanity.
Ye Wenchun said with an awe-inspiring expression: "This wine is not right."
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Fenhe smiled secretly, this senior's expression is really interesting.
Ye Wenchun said seriously: "This wine is really wrong, you can feel it if you move forward."
He seldom drinks alcohol, and he usually takes out two jars of wine only when guests come to the mansion. What he likes most is drinking tea, all kinds of mellow tea.
He was suddenly tempted to reason by the wine here, which was obviously too weird.
Seeing that he was affirmative, Su Xuan walked two steps towards Jiuquan with a doubt, and then a gentle and soft fragrance of wine penetrated into his nose.
Just sniffing gives people a feeling of bliss and worry-free. If you can take a sip, it’s just a small sip, how good would it be...
"Senior Su." Fenhe's crisp voice made Su Xuan come back to his senses. Only then did he realize that he was about to walk into the edge of the wine pond.
Su Xuan's heart sank: "This wine is really not right."
If the cultivation base is low or unsuspecting, once tempted by the smell of wine, I am afraid that they will die in this Jiuquan.
What kind of Jiuquan is this? It is clearly a life-killing Huangquan.
"Worry forgotten." Fanhe said suddenly.