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Press the bump and a crossing will appear for one person to pass through. Let go of your hand and the passage is closed again. That means someone has to stay here.

"I'll press it, you go first." Pan Zi squatted down and said seriously.

Niao Niao pressed the switch, picked him up and threw him down. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at 'Wuxie'.

"I'll do it myself." After saying that, he jumped in. As the crowd jumped off one after another, Niao Niao felt that the scenery in front of him was covered in white mist.

Wait until the last person jumps in, and then release the switch. While the passage was not completely closed, he quickly bent over and slid in.

[Uh-huh, my old waist! 】

In the darkness, the descent was extremely fast. It was almost impossible to stand up. Niao Niao had no choice but to stretch out her legs and let her body slide down.

'wave. ’ A low and hoarse voice sounded in the darkness. As soon as Niao Niao landed on the ground, he was blown against the rock wall with huge force.

The violent impact on her back made her let out a cold cry, and the pain of tearing bones swept through her body. She curled up and struggled to stand up.

His chest seemed to be broken, and blood poured into his mouth. "Pfft." He couldn't hold it back, and the blood in his mouth sprayed out.

'wave. ’ The scream became louder, and it sounded like he was hurt. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, endured the pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart, and held the young master.

With his sensitive hearing, he fights unknown creatures in the dark. Pan Zi, who fell into coma and then woke up, fumbled to turn on the flashlight, listening to the sound of fighting in his ears.

Seeing the unconscious 'Wu Xie' beside him, he dragged his leg that was hit by a rock and climbed over step by step.

Through the light, Niao could clearly see the person fighting with him. That face clearly looks like that of a little brother!

"Brother?" Niao took back the young master and looked over with some doubts. There was an ice-like indifference in those eyes, and there was a strange 'puffing' sound in his mouth.

Not little brother. Niao Niao no longer hesitated, mobilized his whole body's internal strength, and rose into the air. With a swish sound, the tip of the sword reached its throat.

A cold light flashed, and the man fell straight to the ground, blood staining the ground red. Niao held the sword with a cold and disdainful smile on his lips.

She glanced at the corpse on the ground with a look of disdain, and lightly opened her red lips: "Brother, there is only one."

There was a stabbing pain in his wrist, and the young master slipped to the ground and collided with the rock, making a crisp metal collision sound.

"Pan Zi, are your legs okay?" Niao Niao picked up the young master with his other hand, put the sword back into its sheath, walked towards Pan Zi with his arms hanging down.

Pan Zi gritted his teeth and leaned on the rock. "It's okay, let's take a look at the Third Master first."

Niao Niao took the light and checked ‘Wu Xie’. ’ “He’s fine.” As soon as the curling voice fell, Pan Zi tilted his head and fainted.

There were a bunch of people lying on the ground. They blinked and helplessly sat down to light a fire. He gave each of them a simple bandage, sat in front of the fire and "clicked" his dislocated arm.

"Niao Niao." 'Wu Xie' woke up first. Hearing his hoarse voice, Niao Niao took out the kettle from the bag and handed it to him.

After resting, continue along the dark corridor. There seemed to be a faint sound of children's laughter, and Wuxie said with numbness, "Did you hear it?"

The guy next to him nodded, hunched over, too scared to move forward. Pan Zi didn't believe this, and strode forward limping.

At the end of the corridor is a room full of bronze bells. When the wind blows, it does sound like the cry of a child.

The bells rang in the eardrums, and the child's whimpering sounded uncomfortable.

"Something's wrong, I didn't feel the wind in the room. Why are these bells ringing?" Pan Zi looked around warily.

As if to confirm his conjecture, the bronze bell shook more violently, and the sound became more and more harsh.

As the sound of the bells became louder, it became difficult to breathe in the chest, the head became dizzy, and some people were already bleeding from all the orifices and fell to the ground.

One of the guys spat out a mouthful of blood, fiercely took a dagger and cut off the bronze bells on his head.

Seeing this, others also joined in. The bells scattered on the ground formed a strange pattern.

"Stop it." Niao Niao realized something was wrong and quickly shouted stop. But it was too late, a steady stream of arrows were shot from the grooves around the room.

The metal dug into Pan Zi's shoulder, and he, who was already weak, was brought to the ground by the impact of the arrow feathers.

Flexibly dodge the incoming arrows. "Be careful." An arrow was shot at 'Wuxie', and he turned around and appeared next to him.

"Niao Niao, there is a door over there." 'Wu Xie' and Niao Niao were back to back, holding the dagger and looking nervous.

Looking in the direction he was pointing, he nodded curtly, bent down and slid with the young master in his hand, dodged a few times, and landed firmly in front of the stone gate.

She raised her hand to inspect it carefully, and something like eyes on the stone door attracted her attention.

With a tap of his fingertips, the stone door opened with a bang.

"quick."

He turned around and said hello, then stepped in first. The room inside the stone gate is not big, with tables, chairs and benches, and a pure gold coffin placed on the jade bed in the middle.

'Wuxie' came in and saw the coffin, and his heart suddenly lifted. With his physique, the corpse would be raised when the coffin was opened!

He quickly bent down, clasped his hands together, and muttered while bowing: "Don't blame me, don't blame me."

"Take some repairs here." After bowing, 'Wuxie' arranged and sat down.

He walked to Pan Zi and looked at Pan Zi who was covered in injuries, feeling unspeakable guilt in his heart.

Pan Zi seemed to understand his thoughts and waved his hand indifferently. "Third Master, for you, it doesn't matter if Pan Zi risks his life."

"Gurgling, gurgleing, gurgle." A sound like a squeeze from the throat resounded in the small space.

‘Wuxie’ turned his head stiffly and said without tears, “Didn’t I already worship you?”

The coffin lid slowly opened, and a pair of pale hands firmly grasped the edge of the coffin. Just as he was about to sit up, he pushed the coffin lid shut again with a curl of his hand.

She turned over and stood on the coffin, looking up at 'Wu Xie'. "You go first."

'Wu Xie' looked for the mechanism anxiously and saw the vase next to the chair. He helped Pan Zi up and twisted it. The floor under his feet opened and the two of them fell down.

Niao Niao on the coffin held several daggers and nailed them to the coffin. The "clucking" sound in the coffin was a little louder, and the sound of hitting the coffin could shatter a person's eardrums.

Niao Niao patted the coffin lid hard, raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Just stay inside."

Jumping down the secret passage, it was pitch black again. After groping forward, he heard Pan Zi's breathing, quickened his pace, ran to Pan Zi and squatted down.

"Mistress. Niao Niao, mistress." Pan Zi covered the wound on his stomach and pushed Niao Niao anxiously.

Niao Niao simply treated his wounds and carried him on his back. "Don't worry, we can all get out alive."

Naughty eyes looked firmly at the darkness ahead, and when he saw a bright light, he speeded up happily.

"Brother! Fatty!" The huge room was filled with coffins. The little brother was lying so quietly in a crystal coffin, and the fat man was lying on the ground covered in blood.

He clenched his fist with luck and hit the crystal coffin one by one. The 'Shuela' crystals were scattered on the ground, and the little brother lying in the coffin still lay upright with his eyes closed, without even blinking his eyelashes.

"Little brother, little brother." Niao Niao held the little brother in his arms and poured blood from the kettle into his mouth.

The eyelashes moved, and the little brother opened his eyes and said weakly: "Niao Niao, I found you."

What does he mean? Niao Niao didn't go into details and helped him up. Seeing that his complexion looked better, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you go?"

The little brother nodded and stood up. Niao Niao tied the fat man to his body with a rope, hugged Pan Zi, and walked through the coffin. In each coffin, there was a person lying there. He glanced at it and didn't seem to recognize him.

After passing through the dark corridor, the little brother pressed a switch, and a road leading outside appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"You go out first, I'll go find Wuxie." The younger brother pointed outside and was about to go in.

He tilted his head, has he regained his memory? It's good that the little brother who has memories should be more at home in the Zhangjia Ancient Building than I am. Moreover, judging from the injuries of Fatty and Pan Zi, they may be in danger if they are not treated.

Without any further hesitation, he nodded and stepped onto the steps.

"Remember to come out alive." He turned back to look at the little brother standing in the darkness.

"Okay." He replied, pulled the brim of his hat, and turned to leave.

Gritting my teeth, I walked out of the stairs, smelling the fresh air, with the blue sky above my head. Niao knelt on the ground and turned to the fat man and said, "Look, we made it out alive."

"Someone is coming out!" The people left behind by Xiaohua ran over anxiously when they saw someone coming out.