Otherworldly Merchant

The old man held “eight” in his hand and “three” in his hand, still sitting still, motionless, staring into the eyes of those black holes, staring straight at me, seemed to have something to say.

Of course, he has been dead for thousands of years, and his soul is so scattered that it is impossible to move at all.

But I hope he leaves a hint of faith and opens that door for me!

Watching me locked up in the stone room, I don't know what Xiaobailong and Caiyun girl are rushing to become.

White Dragon! Miss Caiyun! ”I screamed aloud at the door seam.

But that stone door seemed like a life-and-death gate, isolating us from the distance, and I couldn't hear a sound.

I walked up to the door and carefully checked it several times, but I couldn't find a clue.

Pull out the spirit charm and swing it over the stone door, but you can only see the glow flashing, the golden light dancing, nothing else changes!

In a hurry, I shouted the names of Little White Dragon and Miss Caiyun, waving the sword in my hand for dozens of times. But it landed on the stone gate and didn't even smash out a pit.

No matter how hard I tried, the sighs screamed, there was no sound outside the door, and I thought it was the same over there.

What are we going to do?

A few of us entered the tomb palace, but now the soldiers are divided into several places. I don't know what happened to Hatsumomo!

Little White Dragon and Miss Caiyun figured out a way to save me.

Gah, gah...

As I was helpless, there was a spinning sound over my head, and I looked up and saw a square hole more than a metre wide in the ceiling.

From the light of the jade stone, a diagonally upward step was built inside the hole.

The steps are long, but due to the angle, the pearlescent light is not very far away, and it is impossible to see where it leads.

I don't know if I still have an idea, opened the exit for me, or what organ I inadvertently touched, far above the ceiling, somehow appeared such a small hole.

Isn't this a sealed treasure room? Why is there another way out?

I was hesitating to get out of here and find another way to rendezvous with Little White Dragon, or I waited here for them to come in, or I looked for clues, and I heard a loud noise over the hole.

The sound grew louder and faster, followed by a blast, and a torrent penetrated.

I hurried to the side, but saw a waterfall coming out of the hole and falling.

I broke my breath and the jade rock collapsed!

In an instant, the water drowned my ankle and my neck, and it kept rising.

“Little White Dragon! Little White Dragon...”

I screamed loudly and banged on the stone gate.

The stone gate thread did not move, and the shouting was submerged in the loud currents.

So much wrong God's kung fu, the water under his feet has spread to his knees, more than half of the jade stones are submerged beneath the aquifer, but it still shines through the sun and shines a little light!

“Little White Dragon, little White Dragon, can you hear me?” I kept banging and screaming.

“No, we can't wait any longer! Let's go outside first.” Another moment of tapping, watching the water level gradually rise, almost to the chest, I hurried to step on the wall, through the buoyancy of the water, jumped up, grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands and climbed in.

The hole was filled with water. The steps had already been flooded. The levee rolled in. I couldn't even think about it. I took a long breath and drilled into it.

Inside, the steps are elongated and straight up, looking out into the dark light, all endless.

Although my diving skills are far less than those of Jiang Da Fish, I am also much stronger than ordinary people, and I can swim more than 200 meters with just one breath.

From the pressure alone, it shouldn't be too far from the water, but I switched several gas charms in succession, and it still didn't end.

At this point, a dark shadow appeared far ahead, blurred as if it were an individual.

I tried to swim in that direction and came close to finding out that it was really an individual, but it was already dead.

Half his head was cut off, but not half a drop of blood bled out. He was wearing a pitch-black collar samurai suit and half a chop of wood under his feet, sinking all the way down.

I didn't have time to look, rub my shoulders past the corpse, keep going up.

Not long later, seven or eight more bodies sank.

All corpses were dressed in exactly the same clothes, some with a knife in their hands, and everyone died differently. Some had their heads cut off, others had their hearts pierced, and the only thing that was the same was that there was no blood on the wound.

From the condition of the skin, these people died soon after and were warm with silk.

After swimming for a while, all the borrowers I brought with me were used up. When I was worried about how to swim out of the water, I finally saw a line of light.

The light was faint and flashing like it could break at any moment, and I hurriedly scratched my arms closer to the past.

Just as this last breath was about to run out, a bang finally burst out of the water.

As I breathed heavily, I measured the surrounding scene.

It's still in the underground water, but it's very wide, it's a dozen meters round, it's infinite up and down, and I don't know how long it is.

On both sides of the river are black stone cliffs like knife cuts, the water is about seven or eight meters high from the top of the wall, upside down with a pointed conical stone clock milk, the noisy water flow straight down from the milk-head, looking up from far below, like a dense pipe.

The shine I just saw was a small, palm-sized paper boat.

In the heart of the boat there is an egg-yolk-sized light, neither a candle nor a light, shining faintly.

Such a small boat, far more than one, floated in pairs from above, although most of the lights on the boat had disappeared.

As the boat drifted down, there was a body that looked exactly like the one I'd just seen...

Exactly the same clothing, exactly the same enough to be fatal without any blood on it.

Don't even think about it. It's definitely all Sky Photographers, but who did this?

The blade of the first year, I know that Xiaobailong's wind blade is not like this, Han Lao Liu should not have recovered yet, besides, his ancient sword is very thick, the cut on his body will never be so small, is it Miss Caiyun? Doesn't look like... Isn't she very violent?

I was swimming forward, thinking.

After dozens of meters, there were fewer boats and bodies floating on the river, and there was a strange smell of Chinese medicine in the air.

Gah!

Gaggle...

Far ahead, suddenly a screaming crow cried!