Underworld.
The bull-headed and horse-faced people were in a mess, and the King of Hell scolded him with a black face.
"King of Hell, what should we do about this?"
Niu Tou put down the wine and pulled Ma Mian's hair in distress.
"Why are you pulling my hair, Niu Tou, I don't even have a few hairs left."
Ma Mian knocked Niu Tou's hand off and looked at the King of Hell angrily.
"Say it, Big Brother" "Look for it, send someone.
Didn't I say you are not allowed to disturb him?
Then you should hurry up and find him."
The roar of the King of Hell spread throughout the entire Yama Palace.
In the tomb.
Just when Jian Fan was ready to go into the dark again, the sudden light startled her.
She raised her eyes and saw that the long-bright lamps in the shape of lotus flowers had been lit by themselves.
The fragrance was fragrant and the lights were graceful.
The dim yellow flames danced excitedly on the wicks, spreading to the end that could not be seen.
There is also a long corridor here, with bluestone paving and murals on both sides.
The colors are very bright, but it is much more pleasing to the eye than the complicated runes.
Where Jian Fan was standing was in this corridor, and behind her was a sealed wall.
The low top gives people a strong sense of oppression.
"It doesn't look like there will be any institutions here.
It seems to be for people to visit."
"The fragrance you smell is named Jade Bone Bone.
There are about hundreds of poisons used.
The preparation process is extremely cumbersome, and different configurers have different methods.
Non-configurers have no solution.
The poisoned person will immediately become comatose and lose consciousness, and his skin and flesh will quickly Rot, and within a few hours, you will be reduced to nothing but a pair of withered bones.”
Rong Nan expressed his objection to what Jian Fan said, and what he slowly explained made Jian Fan break into a cold sweat.
She was so grateful that the medicine given by Ananda made her immune to all kinds of poisons.
No, how could she be grateful to the guy who asked her to try the medicine.
Jian Fan violently knocked away the little angel in his heart.
"Now that we've solved the strange smell, let's take a look at the murals.
They might bring some clues."
Jian Fan pointed to the first mural on the wall.
An old man who looked like an immortal in a Taoist robe was pointing his index finger at a man in a goose-yellow skirt.
On the girl's head in disguise, and then the girl put on Taoist robes.
Jian Fan wiped his sore eyes and stared at the girl for a long time.
Suddenly she shouted, "Ananda, this girl is actually a casual cultivator."
The old man was wearing the traditional Taoist robe of the Maoshan sect, and the painter also It was extremely thoughtful, and no detail was missed.
The girl's robe was not a sect-specific robe, and did not have so many complicated patterns and sect marks.
But she was taught by the elders of the sect, so this "This woman is an envoy of yin and yang."
Ruifeng's eyes narrowed slightly.
This was his unhappy habit.
It was so cold that Jian Fan rubbed his arms again.
A traitorous Yin Yang envoy is really rare to see in ten thousand years. very nice.
"She was fortunate to be mentored by the Maoshan elders of that generation, and with her own wisdom, she became a school of her own.
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At this time, the underworld found her and believed that this person's mind was enough to take on yin and yang matters.
But she had strength, but no reputation.
So.
She finally joined a sect," Rong Nan said slowly, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, "an evil sect."
"Wait a minute, how do you know, Ananda?"
Jian Fan interrupted Rong Nan, once again challenging his lowest IQ.
"I saw it."
Rong Ren's breath calmed down obviously, and he seemed to be smiling a little, picking up the wine glass and taking another sip.
Seeing that Jian Fan still looked stupid and confused, he was so angry that he laughed out loud, "Master Jian, mural."
Jian Fan said "Oh" and muttered, "What's so funny?
If Ananda hadn't suddenly said something, how could I have forgotten to look at the mural?
It's all your fault, Ananda."
She raised her neck and walked forward.
A arrogant person who doesn't listen to anything.
"Don't let ghosts talk about stupidity.
No wonder it's getting more and more stupid."
Rong Nan followed him and drifted over.
It seemed that he had missed something when he was on a business trip.
No one reported the rebellion of the Yin and Yang envoys.
No wonder the gang of hell kings handed over the report inexplicably.
Developed the Yin Yang Envoy reform plan.
Although Jian Fan didn't agree with Rong Nan's theory of the evil sect, he still read it carefully.
The story is roughly like this.
After becoming a powerful casual cultivator, the woman joined an unknown sect.
The flash of swords, shadows of swords, intrigues and intrigues are all vivid in these few murals.
The woman followed the man who was recorded as the leader of the sect, and she was the first person to step down as the Yin Yang Messenger in just five years.
The sect leader was also a cultivator, and they lay drunk together in the rivers and lakes.
Everyone around them was stained red with blood.
There was a sea of blood in the huge cauldron, and skeletons were floating up and down.
In the end, the sect leader died for unknown reasons.
In order to protect the man's murderous soul from the punishment of the underworld, the woman chose to use herself as sacrificial food, retaining or even imprisoning the sect leader's soul here.
In order to prevent the soul from escaping, the woman was engraved with runes that were usually used for hard work and used to suppress the evil spirits at special times.
Besides, the withered bones on top are indeed the ancestors of the Qin family, but this woman is also from the Qin family, named Qin Si.
The ancestors of the Qin family also sacrificed their souls, and the souls of living people turned into vitality.
While being imprisoned, they could also bring blessings to future generations.
"Ananda, was this tomb built because of love?"
Jian Fan walked forward.
In fact, this was the only way to go.
The ending of the story seems to be over, but at the end of the mural, there is also a small room with a door.
Jian Fan didn't wait for Rong's answer and didn't get angry.
The old man was sometimes mute.
There are so many bright lights in front of this door, one after another, all of them are turned on, and the flowers are not so bright.
From a distance, it looks like the bright exit at the end of the dark cave, giving people a psychological hint of hope.
Jian Fan stood five steps away from the gate and carefully observed the order of the lanterns.
After confirming that this was really just an act to show off her wealth, she moved forward cautiously.
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When he walked to the door, the floor suddenly trembled.
Jian Fan felt that he was instantly summoned by gravity, and his body suddenly fell downwards.
The copper coin sword in her hand suddenly emitted a golden light, and the sharp tip of the sword was thrust into the thick stone door.
Jian Fan relied on this sword for support.
However, before the person who was hanging could react, there was another gust of cold wind blowing from behind.
Jian Fan only had time to turn around and saw the other end of the movable stone slab whizzing towards her.
The moment she closed her eyes, the corner of her eye shifted downwards, and the sword light shining under the stone slab made her break out in a cold sweat.
Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds.
Jian Fan still felt the sharp feeling of the stone grazing the tip of her nose, but she didn't feel the pain yet.
"Can you open your eyes, Xiao Fanfan, you are really heavy?"
Rong Nan's voice came from above his head, and Jian Fan felt that his body was bumping up and down in accordance with his rhythm.
Not dead Jian Fan quietly opened her left eye and glanced up and down secretly.
Suddenly she held her head and screamed, then somersaulted to the ground and pointed at Rong Nan and said "you, you, you" for a long time.
Rong Nan's hand that usually held the wine glass was gone, replaced by a half-clenched fist.
It was this sinful hand that hit her on the head just now "Ananda, how could you hit me?"
Jian Fan pointed at Rong Nan, but he was troubled by the moving stone slab in front of him and couldn't walk over it.
It was difficult to avenge him.
"It's like touching someone blind.
It's really vulgar."
Rong Nan raised the wine glass again, put it to his lips and took a sip.
At that moment, it seemed to give people the illusion that he could accept whatever he did.
The beautiful and seductive Jian Fan waved her hands from side to side like a fly, trying to get Rong Nan's ghostly look out of her mind.
Then she pretended to be calm and raised her head, staring at the closed door like an enemy.
He took a few steps back, used the momentum to jump over the stone slab, and pulled out the copper coin sword on the door with all his strength.
When he turned around, he accidentally kicked a long-lit lamp on the side.
When she landed, the lotus flower also fell to the ground with a "snap", smashed to pieces, the lamp oil spilled out, and the whole tunnel was filled with a strong fragrance.
"It's over."
Before Jian Fan could finish his words, all the lights went out in one second, and the closed stone door in the dark tunnel suddenly made a "creak, creak" sound: