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As soon as Junqiao jumped in, Cheng Zhuming and Liu Wuhe, who were guarding the side, grabbed the stone ring on the bronze door and closed the heavy bronze door little by little.While the door was slowly closing, the figures of Wuji and Wugong had been forced to retreat to a visible place at the end of the corridor. Junqiao just wanted to open his mouth to let Cheng Zhuming pause for a while, and wait for them to come in.But after thinking about it, this door is not easy to close. If they also come in and no one stops the remaining thieves, everyone here will be exposed to the enemy, and everything they did before will be in vain.

The human skin on Wuming's face had been chopped off halfway, exposing the original quality of the iron wood underneath, and one arm had been removed, but he was still fighting mechanically.Wuji and Wugong suffered severe injuries to their faces, and almost all of their cyan gowns were stained red with blood.

"Damn, people are about to call, why is it so difficult to break the door!" Cheng Zhuming couldn't help cursing.

Wuji glanced at the situation here from the corner of his eye, and finally showed a reassuring smile on his face, then he turned around and quickly grabbed Wuming, and whispered four words: "Take care of the owner of the valley." Then the flying hand swung it with all his strength , Throwing Wuming precisely into the few remaining gaps in the bronze door, just in time to hit Cheng Zhuming's face.

"What the hell is this...!" Cheng Zhuming quickly hugged Wuming's body, and was thrown back several steps by the force of the throw.Bianzi stepped forward in time, grabbed the door knocker, let out a muffled roar, and the bronze door fell firmly with a "boom".

Several other members of the Handan Sect hurriedly brought some old chains over, wrapped and locked the door repeatedly, and stuffed some strange things into the cracks of the door, almost welding the bronze door and the floor tiles to death.

"Phew—you can rest assured for a while, at least we'll be safe for a day and a night." Cheng Zhuming wiped his sweaty forehead and sat down on the steps weakly.

After confirming that the door was locked, they began to look around in peace.The place where they are staying now is a rather wide stone step leading down, and the surroundings are pitch black, only a few small wind and rain lanterns carried by those disorderly disciples cast a little light, barely able to depending on things.Obviously, no one has set foot here for a long time. It seems that there is a thick layer of dust everywhere, there are thick spider webs in the corners, and unknown bugs densely packed in the dark.

Junqiao silently stepped forward to help Wuming who was badly damaged, but fortunately Wuming is a mecha man, without any emotions or feelings, and he chopped off his arm, but half of the human skin fell off his face and hung there. It looks a little gross.

"Give me a lamp." Bianzi took a lamp and hugged Nan Yang and Qing Huan tightly. He looked at the group of people behind him, Luanhua Gujunqiao, Wuming and the four Luanhua disciples; Cheng Zhuming from the Bingshan Sect and five others; and the three of them who were punished by the North, making a total of fourteen people.He wrote it down carefully, gestured to Nan Yang with his eyes, turned around and said to everyone: "Let's go down and see the situation in the dungeon first."

A messy male disciple seemed to be terribly frightened, and suddenly tremblingly said: "What's the use of us coming down... There is nothing down here, no water, no food, and we can't get out... If they stay here If we don’t go outside, we’re still starving to death here…”

"Then why are you still coming down?" Bian Zi frowned, sighed and shook his head, "It's a little while longer, how do you know we won't have shit luck, find a secret path or something... "

"Everyone in this dungeon knows that it is used to detain the wicked. The top and bottom are tightly sealed and there is only one entrance and exit like the Bronze Gate. How could there be a secret passage?!" gotta tremble.

Liu Wuhe looked at them quietly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and it was fleeting.

"You mean waiting to die?" Cheng Zhuming sneered, turned around and sat down on the stone steps, "Okay, then wait to die, I really didn't expect that this time, I was planted in the valley of flowers for no reason. "

Someone in the darkness sighed a few times, and everyone's hearts seemed to sink because of the male disciple's words.

Junqiao was distracted by Wuji and Wugong who were locked outside. For a long time, she pulled Wuming and sat on the steps. She took out some small parts in her waist bag, found a needle and some steel wires, and remained silent. Sew up the human skin on Wuming's face.

Nan Yang's faint gaze didn't seem to be focused, she just sat against the wall, tightly holding Qing Huan's soft body in her arms, lowered her head and gently rubbed Qing Huan's dusty and bloody side face with her face.

If... die here together...

No, Qing Huan will not die.

But...after all, she herself... still can't escape this catastrophe...

"... Cough." The person in his arms suddenly coughed lightly.

"Master, look, junior sister seems to be..." Bian Zi said softly while squatting on the side with the lamp in his hand.

"Zizheng, go and help Master Shao... Master Gu, try to fix Wuming as much as possible, maybe it will be useful in a while."

"Yeah." Bian Zi understood that Nan Yang was deliberately chasing him away, so he didn't say much, didn't ask much, but obediently put the lamp at Nan Yang's feet, and left silently by himself.

"Cough...cough..." Qing Huan coughed twice, and his body rose and fell slightly with the coughing sound.

Nan Yang touched Qing Huan's hand, intertwined her fingers under the cover of her sleeve, bowed his head and whispered in her ear: "...what do you want, master is here..."

"Water..." Qing Huan opened her mouth unconsciously, her throat seemed to be covered with gravel, and it was unbearably hoarse.

Nan Yang raised his head and looked around. Some people were standing and some were sitting, all of them looked anxious.She looked over carefully and found that no one had water with them.

Nan Yang lowered his head slightly, without any pause, he took out Luoshuang neatly, and stroked it lightly on his wrist.

When she did this, she suddenly had the exact same thing that she did in the Sword Forging Pool in Beifei a long time ago in her mind.At that time, she sacrificed blood to forge the Phoenix Feather Sword, just because she wanted to forge the best sword for Qing Huan.

Blood quickly flowed down the cut wrist. Nan Yang gently pinched Qing Huan's jaw with the other hand, making her open her mouth, and then put the cut wrist on Qing Huan's lips, making her still The warm blood flowed into Qing Huan's mouth.

Feeling the source of water, Qing Huan pursed her lips greedily, then stretched out her tongue to lick the source of the water, then covered her lips, sucking greedily.

Nan Yang put her chin on Qing Huan's shoulder, her eyes half-closed, her cut hand twitched slightly in pain from Qing Huan's sucking, but she just squinted her eyes, and hugged Qing Huan even tighter with the other hand up.

"...What else do you want? Tell Master..."

"Hmm..." Qing Huan's lips were still on Nan Yang's wrist, but the sucking movement suddenly eased a lot. Although she was still in a coma, her eyelashes trembled suddenly, and the corners of her eyes overflowed with a little moisture, and a little crystal was about to fall off. not dropped.

"Silly boy." Nan Yang hooked the corners of his mouth forcefully, and gently kissed Qing Huan's shoulder.

Junqiao, who was almost hidden in the darkness, stared blankly at Nanyang not far away, and he could see the magic.

Wuming rolled his eyes, glanced at the half-sewed human skin on his face, and said bluntly, "Valley Master—"

"Huh...huh?" Junqiao came back to his senses, blinked his sore eyes hard, and smiled reluctantly at Wuming: "Why, I will tie a bow for you after sewing, okay?"

"Thank you—Gu Master—" Wuming nodded stiffly, and when he nodded, the organ on his neck made a "click" sound.

"You're welcome." Junqiao smiled, and then lowered the corners of his mouth, expressionless.

Bian Zi leaned against the wall on one side, and he had already stood here at some point, he lowered his head and smiled suddenly: "My lord, I don't see how much interest there is in sewing bows."

"Are you looking for me?" Junqiao replied without raising his head while continuing to sew the human skin.

"Anyway, we are all stuck here now, why don't we come and have a chat with you, after all, you were born in the valley of random flowers. Could it be that there is no such thing as a secret way in the valley... the owner of the valley doesn't know about it?"

"There are definitely secret passages, but as far as I can remember, there are only three secret passages in the Valley of Random Flowers, and none of them pass through this dungeon."

"Then, what memories does Master Gu have of this dungeon?" Bian Zi squatted down on the side, crossing his fingers back and forth.

"This dungeon was sealed when I was young. I only know that at that time, there would occasionally be unfriendly people who came to or passed through the Valley of Random Flowers. If they were rude to my father, or did something outrageous , will be imprisoned in such a dungeon.”

"Then... why did you seal it later?"

After Junqiao finished sewing Wuming's face, he really tied a fancy bow tie. Wuming's face looked fierce and terrifying because of the horrible stitched scar, but because of the bow tie, it showed a touch of incongruous and funny.

"I don't know about that. It should be that another dungeon was built later." Junqiao replied lightly.

"...Okay, I see." Bianzi rubbed his hands helplessly and stood up.He glanced at the Gangshan faction sitting in another corner, thought for a while, and then walked towards that group of people again.

Cheng Zhuming held a miniature version of Sinan's things in his hand, and was concentrating on calculating something.The three younger disciples gathered together and chatted carefully, and there was an obviously older middle-aged man sitting far away from them.

Bian Zi carefully sized up the group of people, and chose to walk towards the middle-aged man who was alone.

Liu Wuhe silently raised his eyes to look at Bian Zizheng, and didn't take the initiative to say a word.

"This senior..."

"I can't afford the word "senior" as a young hero, please tell me if you have anything to say." Liu Wuhe said solemnly.

"...Senior, have you ever been to the Valley of Scattered Flowers before?"

"Come here a long time ago."

"About how long ago? Was this dungeon still in use at that time?" Bian Zi continued to ask.

Liu Wuhe glanced at Bianzicheng lightly, and opened his mouth, seemingly hesitating to speak.

"Senior, please tell me everything you know. We are trapped here together. If you refuse to provide us with useful clues, we will all die here." Bianzi said sincerely.

Liu Wuhe smiled suddenly, and said softly to himself: "Heh... you two, brother and sister, really even have the same threatening tone."

"……what?"

"I came here 14 years ago," Liu Wuhe did not repeat his last sentence, but slowly stated as if accepting his fate, "This is where we stand now."