Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

The three ran towards the direction of the sound, the second cripple ran a little slower because of his lameness, the monsters on the surrounding walls of the palace made ferocious expressions, and pairs of blood-red eyes stared at the running people. The smell of blood in the air gradually permeated, and Huang Zishan's heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he had a bad premonition.

The vermilion pillars seemed to be smeared with blood, one after another flashed quickly in their peripheral vision, and they finally stopped at the gate of the westernmost palace. There was a thin crack in the gate of the palace, and blood flowed Huang Zishan ran in the front. When he saw the blood at the door, his pupils shrank, and he ignored the two cripples behind him to block the door of the palace.

Afterwards, Huang Zishan stood there blankly, motionless, as if his soul had been sucked out. Qiao Leting entered the palace behind him, and was immediately frightened by the scene inside.

The whole ground was stained red with blood, more than a dozen corpses were placed in a pool of blood, black eyeballs were soaked in the bright red blood, pale and skinny fingers curled up beside the head.

Judging from the incompletely split head, the owner of the corpse was Huang Laolai.

Huang Zishan's body swayed, and he fell to his knees in a pool of blood with a thud. The wound on his stomach hadn't healed yet. He ran too violently just now, and the wound expanded. The bright red blood fell into the pool of blood with a thud, a tick. Under the light, Huang Zishan kneeled like a sculpture.

After all, Qiao Leting was an outsider, and it probably wouldn't have any effect if he came out to comfort him at this time. He stood where he was. There were no murals of stories on the walls of this palace, but bloody scenes of various tortures.

The second cripple wiped away his tears, sighed a long time, stepped forward and helped Huang Zishan up from the ground, patted his shoulder, comforted him and said, "Shanzi, let's be sad."

Er Lame himself broke an arm in the palace, and not long after he came out, his only apprentice died in front of him, and now seeing his partner who has been with him for many years died here, Er Lame felt very uncomfortable. It was as if someone had stabbed his heart one after another with an ice knife, and his heart, which was healthy, was now bloody.

But what's the use of being uncomfortable now, all he can do now is to live as long as possible, even if he dies, he has to let these children go out alive.

Huang Zishan didn't speak, pushed away the two cripples beside him, bent down and picked up Huang Laolai's head from the pool of blood, and held it in his arms, tears slid down his cheeks, dripping on the head's forehead, merging with the blood .

Although Huang Laolai is not a very good person, he has nothing to say to his son and apprentice. Huang Zishan is in a daze, his eyes are empty, as if his soul has been taken away, and the two cripples pat him on the back. He took out the palace and comforted him in a low voice: "Cry out, it will make you feel better."

The footsteps of two people came from behind, Qiao Leting looked back, Hu Zi and the old horse appeared together in his sight, the old horse's hair was white and white, the whole person looked ten years older, and Hu Zi On the surface, he seemed to be as uninjured as Qiao Leting, but when he opened his mouth, Qiao Leting found that there was no tongue in his mouth.

All of them lost something in these palaces, only Qiao Leting was not injured at all. When these people reacted, they would definitely interrogate Qiao Leting. He didn't know how these people would respond to his remarks. I wouldn't believe it, but now that people are dead and injured, no one has the energy to come over and take care of what's going on with Qiao Leting.

The old horse's voice was hoarse, he covered his mouth and coughed a few times, glanced at the corpse in the palace, looked away in pain, and said in a low voice: "This should be the second floor of the Yanyang Mausoleum, the ancient book The endless hell mentioned above should refer to this place."

They have just reached the second floor of the seventh-floor underground palace, but there are only five people left in the original eight-person team. There may be more deaths in the next journey, and the few who can survive are all Unknown.

No one said anything, they searched for a way out among the eighteen palaces with a heavy heart. The monsters on the walls outside the palaces disappeared, but there was another instrument of torture in each palace, and the old horse walked towards him. Looking around in the palace, his face immediately turned pale.

Qiao Leting was curious and peeked along the gap, and saw that there was only a fishing net and a sharp knife on the table in the center of the palace. He could tell at a glance that this was the punishment hell. Legend has it that grave robbers will be sentenced to punishment after death. Hell, and this punishment refers to Ling Chi, but the strange thing is that none of these people entered here.

Huang Zishan is now in a daze like a walking dead, the tiger has no tongue and no longer makes a sound, while the lame man and the old horse are thinking about how to get out of here, they have to take care of the two children, and they have no energy to take care of them. other.Only Qiao Leting was always vigilant about his surroundings, for fear of another danger.

After everyone walked around the palace twice, they found that there was a huge bronze mirror that was two people tall and one person wide in the center of the palace. When everyone stood motionless in front of the mirror, Qiao Leting boldly walked up to it. Before, he put his hand on the mirror, and he was surprised to find that the mirror could be passed through. He quickly retracted his hand, and there was no abnormality in his hand.

Seeing this, everyone understood that the underground palace leading to the third floor should be this mirror, and the two cripples asked the old horse beside him: "Do you want to go down?"

"Get down!" If you don't get down, you can only wait here to die. Even at this point, the old horse still hopes that he can live.

This time it was still Qiao Leting who walked in the front, and several people passed through the huge mirror one by one. When they opened their eyes again, all the lights in their hands disappeared, and the mobile phone was also disturbed by some mysterious force and could not be opened at all. open.

Huzi opened his mouth and waved his hands indiscriminately, but he couldn't see anyone in the dark, he could only feel the flow of air.

"Where is the exit?" Er Liezi asked aloud, looking at the endless darkness in front of him.

"It would be great if I could hear the sound of water," the old horse had just finished speaking when he tripped over something. He grabbed the arm of the old horse beside him to keep his balance, but ended up grabbing an empty The whole person fell to the ground, and he quickly got up from the ground, clutching the sleeve of the lame man. Only then did he realize that the left arm of the lame man was gone, and he hurriedly asked, "Your cripple?" What happened to the arm?"

The second cripple smiled wryly, and replied, "It's gone inside."

The old horse was silent for a while, and said: "Everyone hold hands and don't get separated, so we can take care of things."

Qiao Leting was originally the last one in line, but Huang Zishan didn't want to put down his father's head, so he ran to the back by himself. Qiao Leting held Huzi's hand with his right hand, and his left hand was pulled by the lame man. The old horse led the way. The platoon of people marched zigzagging in the dark, occasionally stepping on one or two stone-like things under their feet.

"What are those?" Er Liezi suddenly asked, and saw a faint light in the distance. In the light, there appeared a large number of soldiers with spears and shields in their hands. The soldiers moved neatly, without a trace of blood on their faces. Like a puppet being manipulated.

"These are the tomb guards in the mausoleum," the old horse looked at the soldiers in armor with a pale face, and whispered, "Have you heard of the Yin soldiers?"

"I've heard about Yin soldiers making excuses." The two cripples held Huang Zishan's hand tightly, "What will they do?"

"I don't know." The old horse said.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet again, as if the air had stopped flowing, and this silence seemed reasonable.

Qiao Leting suddenly noticed that something was wrong with both hands in his hand, they were cold and stiff, like the hands of a dead body, he didn't have time to think about it, he tried to pull his hands away, But his two hands seemed to be caught in the crevice of the stone, and he couldn't pull them out at all.

"I caught you," an old voice whispered in his ear, "stay here."