Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Just like in a dream, this pearl-like lake appeared in the desert, it felt so unreal.Qing Huan stood on the shore and looked into the lake. However, unlike in the dream, he did not see his own reflection in the lake.

Qing Huan no longer hesitated, and took out a bead from his bag—this bead was the water-proof bead Long Zhao gave him earlier, he almost forgot the existence of this bead, he never thought that it would be handed out at this time use.Qing Huan put the water-repellent beads in her mouth, then tightly tied the waterproof flashlight on her wrist, took a deep breath, and jumped into the lake without hesitation.

Qing Huan's underwater exploration was not able to go smoothly by relying on water-repellent beads and a flashlight.

He firmly believes that the world under the lake exists. The ghost town that only appears when the moon is in the sky, or the desert lake that only appears when the moon is in the sky. Light, water, and desert reflect a ghost town. A ghost town hundreds of years ago.If they and the ghost town they saw before were just shadows, then there must be an entity, and this entity... If he guessed correctly, it should be at the bottom of this lake.

The water temperature is changing-although Qing Huan was not affected much because of avoiding water droplets, but he can feel the change of water temperature-it is natural for the water temperature to drop as he dives deeper, but when Qing Huan's water temperature drops when he arrives At a certain water depth, the temperature actually tends to rise.And the little creatures I saw just now all stayed in the upper waters and didn't go further downstream. Could it be...

Qing Huan's spirit was lifted, and he continued to dive. A white light attracted him. He went in the direction of the white light, and then saw the high roof of the building surrounded by water plants. At first, it was only a little bit, and then slowly The ground, the roofs of a large area of ​​ancient martial arts buildings—there is an entire city lying at the bottom of the lake!

Standing in front of the city gate, most of the words "Wuqiu City" on it have been corroded.Qing Huan crossed the city wall and went directly into the inner city - the building structure here is exactly the same as the ghost city that appeared on the desert, but it was empty and damaged, and there were signs of decay everywhere. It will be destroyed - if it is like this, it will be like Ah Qi said, it is a dead city.

If the city is sunk at the bottom of the lake, what about the people in the city?Qing Huan didn't even see any human bones on the street, so it wouldn't be the case that even the bones had been turned into ashes, right?

Qing Huan illuminated the front with a flashlight, and walked forward slowly. The surroundings were really quiet, which could be called dead silence.

'whee. '

The slight laughing sound suddenly appeared, and it was very clear, but for Qing Huan, the laughter filled his ears—someone, or, it was not a "person"—he ignored it, just went to see Yes, but did not notice that there are many unseen...

'whee. '

There was another sound, but it was a little different from the previous sound.It's like a frolic between friends.

Qing Huan tried her best to ignore it, but the voice rang out again, and this time it was very close, as if there was a "person" lying next to his ear...

Qing Huan turned around abruptly, and saw the empty long street. However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white shadow flashing past the edge of the light. He heard the faint sound of body collision and stumbling, it seemed that there were many "people" moving, and the fleeting white shadows that were always caught by the light of his flashlight also showed that there were really many people watching. Unseen presences cling to his surroundings.

Qing Huan took a deep breath - the current situation can only be ignored, at least for now these "people" have not shown any intention of hurting him.

Qing Huan flashed on the flashlight and continued to walk forward. There were rustling voices behind him—imagine that he was walking in front, and behind him, and in the dark place beside him, there were many existences whose faces could not be seen clearly. Following him...was a bit creepy indeed.

The place Qing Huan is going to is the last tower seen in the ghost town last night, when they pushed open the door of the tower, it was over, obviously only a little bit...

The more she went in the direction of the tower, Qing Huan felt that the air around her seemed to be getting more and more tense, as if there were more and more "people"...

Finally arrived at the high tower, but Qing Huan's mood was not relaxed at all, on the contrary, it was even heavier - and his question just now was answered at this moment.I saw that the open space in front of the tower was full of people, no, it should be said that there were skeletons, big and small, densely packed, as long as his flashlight swept it... It was shocking to see, and those skeletons Almost all of them maintain a posture, that is, their legs are kneeling on the ground, and their upper bodies are either bent on the ground, or praying with their hands together... The object of their kneeling is the tower—what is there in the tower?Why are they all kneeling down, the last thing they do before they die... are they praying for something, or begging for something...

Qing Huan raised his head and looked towards the top of the tower - the white light he saw just now should have come from here.Qing Huan dived to the top of the tower. The light on the top of the tower came from inside. There was one door and nine windows on the top of the tower. Both the door and the windows were locked with bronze chains. Although so many years had passed, It was still corroded by the lake water, but the doors and windows were very strong, let alone the chains, Qing Huan couldn't open them at all.

Qing Huan was a little discouraged. He stared at the window, thought for a while, cut the gauze covering the window with his Swiss knife, and looked inside through the hole—the inside was covered by white light, and he could see clearly ——Tables and chairs, desks, murals, floor tiles...

However, Qing Huan's eyes were locked on the golden lacquered cloud-patterned throne facing him. Black black iron shackles were fixed on both sides of the armrest of the throne, and thick chains extended from the back, and the man locked by the shackles and chains , dressed in a black animal pattern robe, with black hair coiled on the top of his head, wearing a golden crown inlaid with jewels, and a blue mask on his face, covering the lower half of his face, but the upper face is still full of eyebrows, handsome and handsome... ...his eyes were closed, as if in a deep sleep...

Qing Huan's brows were tightly furrowed, and she grabbed the window edge, not because of anything else, just because of that face, that person...

As if aware of the uninvited guest, the person on the throne slowly opened his eyes and shot out a sharp and cold light. When the four eyes met, Qing Huan couldn't help murmuring——

"Ji Zhiqiu..."