Kiss you again like a baby [entertainment circle]

The phone vibrated for a moment and then went silent.

Shows no signal.

Qu Ming glanced at it, and the moment he put it back──

The blood jade hanging on the phone glowed brightly, the blood jade was smooth, and exuded a strange scarlet luster, as if the blood color inside was about to turn into bloody water, dripping down.

Qu Ming froze his hands, and glanced twice more invisibly.Jiang Chuling and Qian Keyi in front of them both rubbed their arms and looked around.

Qu Ming calmly stuffed the phone back into his pocket, heaved a sigh of relief and rubbed his hands: "It's colder here than when I came back last time."

Qian Keyi's eyes froze, and he glanced at You Shen's front: "Ah... yes, but... there is a constant temperature and air conditioner inside. You were here last time, remember."

When Jiang Chuling came here for the first time, he was still in a coma and had never seen the original appearance of the secret path.

He gently tugged at Qu Ming's sleeve, wanting to speak, but when he saw the indistinguishable seriousness of the two, the words swirled around his mouth and quickly swallowed them back into his stomach.

"Remember." Qu Ming said lightly.

But this time it was colder.

It is colder than the winter of minus ten degrees.

Intuition told them that something was wrong with the secret room.

But no one said it.

Jiang Chuling stretched his neck, looked left and right, and closed his mouth wisely.

Only the sound of footsteps remained in the deep tunnel.

This intuitive sense of weirdness became reality the moment the stone chamber door was pushed open.

As the squeaks gradually sounded, a strong smell of blood came to the nostrils.Different from the gray musty smell, the fishy smell is wet and heavy, and it is surrounded by this rusty smell in all directions, as if the air has been sucked clean.

Jiang Chuling covered his nose and breathed hard.

Qu Ming's hand pushing the door was covered with dust, but as soon as he stepped in...

The bookshelves that should have been there disappeared.The dark red liquid on the stone wall was ticking, and it hadn't solidified yet. It followed the trend of the wall and fell to the ground, quickly turning into a blood-red water trail.

And on the wall... there are all kinds of paintings, and the fishy smell comes from these writings on the wall, which is particularly strong.

Most likely... it's a blood book.

On the wall closest to the three of them, there is only a painting of a slender beast soaring in the field, shaking its head and tail.There was a milk doll sitting on his back, biting his fingers, staring at the ground thousands of miles away, smiling with the corners of his mouth straight, but there was not a single tooth in his mouth!

Next to it is a brand new picture.It was an ancient well, and there were some weeds scattered around it. A young boy poked his head down and kowtowed with his hands holding the mouth of the well, and his little feet turned up.

Looking at the edge of the stone wall, it is still the same well.In the distance, rolling hills are crookedly drawn. The little man is taller than the man on the left, with long hair fluttering, and a vine in his mouth. His hands are wrapping behind his back to gather the ends of his hair, as if he is about to braid his hair.

Next...

On a rainy day, the wet forest leaves are covered with crystal water drops, the little figure seems to be taller again, holding a lotus leaf in both hands, and beside him, a huge monster like a dragon or a snake is swaying its tail.

……

Full wall, top to bottom, left to right.The stone chamber was originally spherical, and all the walls that could be seen were painted with blood-red graffiti.shocking.Simple graffiti style, rough and delicate lines, no redundant details at all.

The fishy smell was mixed with the damp and rotten smell that hadn't seen the sun all year round, Qu Ming's stomach was churning, and he couldn't help feeling anxious.

Qu Ming raised his head, just facing the roof of the stone chamber.

Topped with a mimosa plant.The lines are smooth and soft, and there are two words written on the side in a fluttering manner -- don't forget.

Qian Keyi's voice trembled: "Isn't this fucking... Isn't it you, you guys?"

These paintings were almost the same as the appearance of Qu Ming and Jiang Chuling in the memory he had just picked up.

The surrounding area of ​​the stone chamber was empty, and the sound of everyone's heavy footsteps echoed for a long time.Jiang Chuling couldn't breathe, so he took a deep breath and walked beside Qu Ming with a frown.He looked at the stone wall, and then at his hands.

Qu Ming remained silent.He slowly stretched out his hand to the stone wall, paused, and touched it lightly uncontrollably.

The strange thing is that the blood on the stone wall can only smell its smell, but not its color.There was only a thin layer of dust on Qu Ming's retracted knuckles.

The moment the three of them were dumbfounded──

The sound of the blacksmith striking the hot iron reappeared, sometimes in a hurry, ringing.The buzzing of swords and the crisp friction of chains resounded simultaneously.

Scarlet letters floated in the void.

"With the blood as the contract, the spirit as the sustenance, fall into battle."

Jiang Chuling's eyes widened, and he murmured softly, "Isn't this... what we saw at the hotel last time...!"

Last time, when Jiang Chuling was injured wearing a fishtail suit, and his blood and blood jade had a wonderful reaction, it was the same situation.

only.

At that time, the scarlet letters formed an ancient lock, which was quickly opened.

And now...

The scarlet letter floating in front of me was like the last time, like a gathering mist, it gradually became a ball, and slowly turned into an ancient lock.

There is a click and the lock is released.On the core.

Red chains gradually appeared in the void, and all of them were wrapped around the ancient locks, like red vines, winding around dozens of times.Densely packed, thick and strong.

The lock is closed.

After a while, the scene in the void disappeared.

Qu Ming frowned, reached into his trouser pocket, and subconsciously touched the mobile phone pendant.

The blood jade, which was originally cold, suddenly boiled hot, hotter than the boiling water on the hanging stove.As soon as Qu Ming's fingers touched it, he felt that his skin was about to be scorched.

He resisted the tingling pain and touched it, then let go.

The hand out of the pocket turned red.

Jiang Chuling stared: "..."

Qian Keyi's face was pale and he was too scared to speak.

The blood on the wall was ticking, dripping slowly in the void beyond the reach of everyone, drop by drop, which was outrageous.

A white mist enveloped them, and the three of them fell into an illusion...

The Yin-Yang Well is like a circular stone room that has been withdrawn, surrounded by empty spaces, and the chains left in the corners and cracks that have been silent for thousands of years are covered with dust, old and dilapidated.The smell of blood came over one after another, and in the middle, Zhulong lay dying on the ground.

The huge body was so stiff and numb that it couldn't even squirm lightly.His head was half raised, and a mournful moan came out of his throat, which was deep and muffled.The ochre-red body was stained redder by blood.

And his claws... were gone.

Blood gurgled down from the place where the claws originally grew, and the severed part was bloody and bloody, and the blood came more violently than the flood that burst the embankment.

He was panting heavily, his belly heaving up and down violently against the ground, convulsing with pain.Almost holding his last breath.

But Zhulong's eyes were firm and serious.

The scales at the corners of his eyes glistened with moisture, perhaps sweat or tears.Candle Dragon's aura was like a gossamer, and it struggled to lift its tail intermittently until it was stained with the blood that flowed down from its own, and it was painted on the skin little by little, and then slowly moved into the air and in front of the stone wall.

Dying struggle, probably so.

But his eyes were full of tenderness.

The blood-stained tail slowly touched every corner of the stone wall, slowly, difficultly but tenaciously traced stroke by stroke.The blood couldn't stay on the wall at all, it didn't solidify and dry up so quickly, Zhulong was not annoyed, he added and added again and again, trying his best with every stroke.

A hoarse gasp escaped his throat.

For a long time, until the whole wall was painted with blood paintings.

Zhulong's blood didn't stop, and he became weaker and weaker.

He suppressed swallowing his saliva, and his whole body exuded a golden light.The pupils seemed to be filled with stars all over the sky.

Qu Ming looked at the illusion, and the heavy sadness in his heart flooded him like a tide.But he couldn't move, couldn't speak, he could only see, hear, and smell.

He did hear it too.

In the illusion, Jiang Chuling's voice came from his heart.

"Brother, I miss you so much."

"The stars in Meng Po Zhuang at night are very beautiful. I like them very much, but they are not as good-looking as my brother. The night when my brother is away is so dark and there is no light."

"The chrysanthemums planted by Po Meng are blooming. They are so beautiful. Next time we will plant them too."

……

Zhulong's eyes were lax and he listened quietly.The golden light gradually enveloped his entire body.It was the divine power erupting from the body, filling the entire stone chamber little by little, clear and bright.

The blood on the wall quickly transformed into the void, and every picture was converted into words.

Zhulong condensed this book with divine power.

The blood was still flowing, and Zhulong listened to Jiang Chuling's heartfelt voice with a heavy smile on his face. While the corners of his eyes were flickering, the paper transformed by divine power was flipping, and the red letters fell on it, quickly becoming black and white.

bang.

The moment the golden light disappeared.

There seems to be no difference between this book and ordinary books.

The spread papers are closed one by one.

Just flip back the cover when it hits the ground.

There are six words written on it: Baicao postpartum care.

"Brother, are you busy? Good night then."

"You must accompany me more in your dreams."

Zhulong opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be smoking, and he couldn't make any sound.The mouth containing the blood jade slowly opened, and the blood in his mouth dripped to the ground along the posture of opening the mouth, sticky and wet.

But he was laughing, crazy, licking the blood on his lips.Exhausting the last breath as if desperately, the tail curled with difficulty, sweeping away the newly emerging blood.

Blood splashes.

The writing became black again.

Standing in the illusion, Qu Ming clearly watched his former self run out of breath, slowly opened the book, and left all the contents of the contract in it.The him he used to be, with blood on his pen and painting, but love hidden everywhere.

Qu Ming's eyes were hot, and his eyes were blurred.The candle dragon in the illusion seems to be exhausting its life's strength with every stroke, and its trembling tail can't hold on for long.

Every stroke is tough.

Finally wrote a sentence.

"The contract will start within 24 hours..."

"There is a heart-to-heart connection, it is no longer just talking about it."

He smiled, but couldn't make a sound, curled up and down, and slowly drew a smiling face at the end.

The blood is still flowing, and the golden light is everywhere.

Candle Dragon exhausted the last bit of divine power.

An ancient, incomprehensible formation was drawn on the ground.

Zhulong finally fell into a pool of blood, and the blood jade in his mouth fell in front of him with a bang, stained with blood and saliva, but it quickly turned into a piece of white jade the moment it landed.

The surrounding scene is rapidly dissipating.

Qu Ming watched in disbelief.

A paragraph of text slowly floated in the void:

"Not a full game."

"Dream into the yellow beams, and the soul is soaked in the fragrance of books."

"Forget both."

"The blood and spirit are still in harmony, and the mind is connected."

"Meet again."

……

The illusion completely dissipated.

The stone room that Qu Ming was in was already full of bookshelves.

The secret passage under the SlideBar was still the same as when he first came here.