The years when I made seven sand sculptures cry

The two teenagers were fighting with their teeth, Guocheng covered his mouth, Chu Xiangwan covered the eyes of the little black unicorn, and the two of them got down from the railing in unison and hid behind the railing.

The scene in the pool of blood below really challenged their nerve limits.

The reason why those distorted blood-colored souls didn't attract their attention at first was because there was a barrier above the blood pool, which completely enveloped the voices below, and couldn't get out at all.

The pain was unbearable, and there was nowhere to ask for help.

These dead were imprisoned in Loulan's underground palace for an unknown number of years, and the resentment all over their bodies turned to blood.

In this silent purgatory, Chu Xiangwan and Guocheng were unprepared to see them struggling in the pool of blood and stretching their hands upwards, their faces were full of painful and distorted expressions, and they felt even more horrified.

Behind the railing, the little black unicorn had its eyes covered and wanted to move, but was held down by Chu Xiangwan.

The master of the young castle broke out in a cold sweat: "Children, don't watch!"

Guocheng's eyes were dizzy beside him, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, you, have you seen—"

Chu Xiangwan pressed Zhou Qilin and said nervously, "What..."

Guocheng said: "In that pool... well, it seems to be full of old and weak women and children..."

When he said this, Chu Xiangwan involuntarily flashed the details of the picture he saw just now, and even the hand holding Zhou Qilin trembled.

The little black unicorn heard him swallow, and said: "I, I, I didn't see clearly, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I will take another look."

Guocheng opened his eyes all of a sudden, saw that he really stood up, and wanted to poke his head out to see the pool of blood below. He just felt that the person beside him was too rigid. He really didn't want to see that kind of scene again. watch it once.

Chu Xiangwan didn't know that he had become a tough man of steel in Guocheng's eyes. The young castle master stuck his head out tremblingly, still firmly holding the struggling little black unicorn, and then poked out his eyes from the railing, He took another look at the blood pool below.

Those blood-red faces that were distorted and howled in pain rushed straight into his mind, as if the pain was also radiating, and the young castle master with a very strong empathy ability only felt tears streaming down all at once.

He hastily raised a hand to wipe away his tears, and restrained his fear, he carefully searched for the shadow of the young and middle-aged man inside.

Sure enough, as Ruocheng said, all the people here are old, weak, women and children, not a single young man.

After seeing it clearly, Chu Xiangwan immediately shrank back, sat behind the railing and gasped for breath.

He tried to put away the pain, and said to Guocheng beside him while crying, "You are right, little monk, there are really no young and middle-aged people in it!"

Guocheng: "..."

He thought that Chu Xiangwan was really not afraid, so he cried in fright!

The master of Shaobao was thinking wildly, this blood pool is so big, it must have filled the whole Loulan old and weak women and children, so there is such a sea of ​​blood.

But what about the young adults in Loulan, where are they?

After he wiped away his tears, Guocheng said, "Master said that the evil spirit in the ancient city of Loulan has a strong resentment."

Looking at it now, those grievances that even his master couldn't get rid of probably came from the blood pool underground.

The little black unicorn was screaming and struggling non-stop, and wanted to know what exactly Chu Xiangwan was blocking it from seeing, but suddenly felt warm liquid falling on his back, and it stopped immediately.

What's going on, why is Ah Chu crying?

It was a fish that slipped through the net. It fell from Chu Xiangwan's chin and dripped onto the little black unicorn, in exchange for its tranquility.

The Young Castle Master didn't know what happened, but he only noticed that the little black unicorn in his arms was no longer struggling, so he let go of his hand.

As soon as the little black unicorn got free, he immediately jumped to the side, looked up at him, saw that the tears on his face were still wet, and said: "I just saw that there seems to be a step at the bottom besides the pool of blood. Where are we going, let's go down and see."

"Go down?" Guocheng flinched and said hesitantly, "Don't..."

It might be safer for them to stay here, and they won't be discovered by the ghosts in the blood pool.

Although there are no evil spirits in this underground palace, but with such a big pool of blood, who knows what kind of monsters will be raised here?

"But it's useless for us to stay here all the time." The young castle master said, "We can't communicate with the outside world, and we can't find a way out. Why don't we go down and have a look and see what the steps lead to? local."

He watched the long steps go up all the way, what if the end of the steps is the exit?

Chu Xiangwan looked at him sincerely, and under the offensive of his eyes, Guocheng was persuaded.

The little monk nodded hesitantly, and then Chu Xiangwan gave Zhou Qilin a wink, and the two of them crawled forward under the cover of the railing once Qilin was there, planning to find a place to go down from the second floor.

Above the desert, in the white jade boat, the sand in the hourglass is still falling.

Zhou Yu's eyes stayed on the upper layer of the hourglass. More than half an hour had passed, and the remaining fine sand on the upper layer was less than half.

And the four priests in the boat have not found any trace of Huangquan.

Zhou Yu's hands on the table tightened silently. If he could cultivate, even if his talent was not high, he wouldn't have to sit here and do nothing but wait for a result.

Opposite him, the fourth priest who looked like an embroidered mother and the third priest who looked like a fat cook opened their eyes one after another.

It was quite exhausting even for them to let go of their consciousness and search for Ghost Domain in the desert. Seeing that they stopped searching but found nothing, Zhou Yu's heart sank a little more.

He shifted his gaze to the big priest and the second priest, and now the last hope is on the two of them.

The fourth priest turned over his hand, took out his unfinished embroidery, and began to embroider while keeping thoughts in his mind, recovering the spirit that had just been consumed.

The third priest also wanted to do the same, but he couldn't bring a stove with him to cook, so he could only nod to Zhou Yu, then got up from his seat and came to the window of Bai Yuzhou, looking at the endless yellow sand below.

The master and the elder brother are very powerful, but if you want to find a needle in a haystack here to find Huangquan, you still have to—

As soon as this thought flashed across his mind, he saw a dilapidated ancient city appearing in the originally empty desert below, as if it had existed here for thousands of years.

"..."

At the same time, the big priest and the second priest sitting on the top also reacted at the same time, and they opened their eyes.

Seeing this, Zhou Yu tightened his hand on the table reflexively, and felt a slight tightness in his throat when he spoke: "How?"

The fat cook standing by the window turned his head and said to everyone, "We're here."

In the underground palace, the torches kept burning, and there was no wind to shake the light. The two of them, a Qilin, crept down the stairs like thieves.

As soon as they reached the bottom, they were about to lose cover, and the two teenagers couldn't help but panic.

Guocheng hid behind, watching Chu Xiangwan continue to show his courage that he didn't know where he came from, sticking his head in the direction of the blood pool.

The position they were in was still a long way from the blood pool in the center. Chu Xiangwan looked at it for a long time, making sure that the dead souls in the blood pool couldn't see them, so he waved to Guocheng as he left the stairs. motioned for him to follow.

The little black unicorn didn't need to be greeted at all. It stomped on the ground with its little hooves and walked at Chu Xiangwan's feet. It looked left and right without any fear, making the two humans beside it even more timid.

However, one cannot be too cautious here.

After all, Zhou Qilin is an auspicious beast, auspicious and immune, and it is not easy to cause accidents. Chu Xiangwan has no sense of shame in his heart.

At the bottom of the underground palace, two teenagers were walking close to the wall. When they passed a torch, Chu Xiangwan subconsciously wanted to reach out and take it down.

Guocheng held him down, afraid that if he took it, he would touch some mechanism in the underground palace and make them suffer.

Chu Xiangwan came back to his senses, nodded, withdrew his hand and continued to walk against the wall.

The little black unicorn walked for a while and found no one around. Looking back, he saw the two of them were still sticking to the wall, slowly rubbing forward like a gecko, so he stopped and stood there, wagging his tail, waiting for them .

The two still rubbed against each other slowly, the little black unicorn got impatient after waiting for a while, raised his right front hoof and stomped on the ground.

Hearing the sound of its little hooves, Chu Xiangwan widened his eyes, and quickly raised a finger at it: "Shhh—"

Before the boos fell, a dull sound, as if a mechanism was turning, was heard from the dome.

"..."

Chu Xiangwan and Guocheng immediately froze in place, watching the stars in the sky dim.

The two teenagers who were originally stuck on the wall hugged each other in fright, trembling and looking at the change above their heads.

However, a crack was opened in the originally closed dome, and blazing sunlight poured down from that crack.

This is the most intense time of the day, and the golden sunlight shone in this dark underground palace, as if opening a door of hope for them in a desperate situation.

Chu Xiangwan and Guocheng forgot their fear for a moment, and their eyes couldn't help but shine with hope.

However, the pouring sunlight did not bring any changes to the blood pool below. The dead souls below were still shrouded in that shell, wailing that outsiders could not hear, nor could they see the changes in the surrounding light and darkness.

The Master of the Young Castle murmured, "What kind of institution is this?"

Why is there such sunshine in this dark underground palace where countless dead souls are imprisoned?

Guocheng listened to his words, looked around the blood pool, and then widened his eyes.

"Look!" He stretched out his hand and pulled the sleeve of Master La Shao, and said, "Look!"

Chu Xiangwan looked in the direction of his finger, and saw countless branches and leaves stretching in the short sunlight around the pool of blood.

The essence of the sun carried by the blazing noon sun turned into substance and was absorbed into the fruits of these plants.

For a moment, there seemed to be countless small suns scattered around the entire blood pool. They absorbed the essence of the sun in this brief light, and the rays of light stretched and contracted like breathing.

This spectacle not only attracted the attention of Chu Xiangwan and Guocheng, but even the little black unicorn standing on the ground stopped stomping. Its big and round eyes looked at these glowing little round fruits without blinking.

Not long after, the sunlight shining from the dome began to dim, and the sound of the machine's activities sounded again.

The two teenagers raised their heads as if waking up from a dream, and saw that the crack in the dome began to close again: "——!!!"

Regardless of their fear, the two quickly ran out from the wall, stretched out their hands like ghosts in the blood pool, and chased the light towards the high dome: "No, no, no! Don't close it!"

However, the mechanism of this underground palace has operated according to the preset for thousands of years, and it will never stop for the sound in the underground palace.

They chased the light and ran to the edge of the pool of blood, just in time to watch the light converge from one piece to a bunch, and finally become like a needle point, and then disappeared from their field of vision.

The little black unicorn stood on the spot, watching the two of them maintain the movement of raising their hands, the place they were standing was only a few steps away from the blood pool they were terrified of, and snorted involuntarily.

Humans are really fickle.

The sunlight disappeared, and the only light left in the underground palace was the torch on the wall.

Just now those plants that absorbed the essence of the sun were flickering around the blood pool, the two put their hands down in frustration, Guocheng asked: "What should I do?"

The cracks are gone, the chance for them to get out is gone.

As he spoke, he accidentally glanced at the blood pool that was close at hand, and was startled by the bloody soul rushing towards him.

Even knowing that they couldn't break through the hood, the little monk still felt weak in his legs.

Beside him, Chu Xiangwan thought hard for a while, when a light bulb suddenly lit up above his head.

"Yes!" He turned to Guocheng, whose legs were weak, and said excitedly, "There is a gap between the underground palace and the outside, and it is not completely isolated!"

The result is unknown, so: "Huh?"

The young castle master held his shoulders and shook him excitedly: "Then your lotus can bloom up?!"

Guocheng: "...are you crazy?"