Sang looked at the scene ahead from a distance, feeling agitated for a while, not knowing whether to be shocked or angry.
The passage opened by You Wuming was connected to a hall that was half repaired.
Five large braziers were lit in the temple, illuminated by spiritual flames, and the brightness was almost equal to the twilight hours after the sunset.
There are about three or four hundred craftsmen in the temple, leaning on high and low wooden ladders, carefully mending the temple walls and carving complicated and delicate patterns on the stone walls. The formed half of the hall is beautiful and gorgeous, and looking at that half alone, it is impossible to imagine that it is several feet deep underground.
But when he turned his eyes to the unformed half, he knew that it was originally just a rough-cut grotto.
Looking out along the open door of the temple, the exquisite and gorgeous temple pavilions lined up to the end of the field of vision, and the craftsmen, like ants, crawled on the sides of the walls, luang pillars and domes.
This beautiful and atmospheric underground city was really built with countless people's blood, sweat and tears. Because of those craftsmen leaning on the wooden ladder, each of them had their legs broken and twisted on the wooden ladder in a very strange posture.
Suddenly such a big hole broke in the wall, and two strangers appeared, along with a cloud beast and a strange doll. The craftsmen could not escape. They only opened their mouths and stared at Sang Yuan's party in horror. .
Inferring from their movements and expressions, these people may have lost the ability to make sounds.
Sang clenched You Wuming's hand unconsciously.
He gave a soft "tsk" and said regretfully: "It seems that the plan has to be changed."
Although he had already thought that the craftsman who built the dungeon must have been locked in the ground for a long time without seeing the sun, he did not expect that Qin had done such a great job, actually breaking his leg and throat to prevent any leakage of the wind.
"What was the original plan?" Sang Yuan's voice trembled slightly.
He curled his lips: "Shoot the people away, let the Underworld Demons fill this place, and give Qin Yuquan a big surprise."
Sang looked at the artisans in front of him who were extremely frightened but couldn't move too far for a while, and slowly pressed his lips. These people simply don't have the ability to escape, and if the underworld demons come in, they will undoubtedly die.
This is just one of the palaces.
Outside the open door of the palace, the excavation sound of'ding ding dong dong' was endless, echoing back and forth in an empty space. Obviously, the underground city was already quite large.
There are tens of thousands of people at the bottom.
How easy is it to save so many people with limited mobility
She suddenly stunned and looked at You Wuming.
This lunatic who can introduce the underworld to the sky, now considers the life and death of the craftsmen
He knew what she was thinking as soon as he looked at her expression.
He said impatiently: "If I let the underworld kill them, Xiao Sangguo, you must have a temper with me."
After thinking for a moment, he jumped out of the cave and cut a huge boulder about the size of the passageway from the stone wall with a knife, and blocked the passage.
"Let's go."
With a horrified gaze, You Wuming leisurely took his head and walked out of the hall.
Sang sighed from afar, followed behind him and walked outside the hall-these craftsmen were difficult to move and could not make a sound, so there was no need to worry about them making a small report.
"There should be an overseer in this underground, right?" Sang asked in a low voice.
Before he finished his words, he heard the crisp sound of a whip hitting a person in front of him.
The craftsmen were dumb, and they couldn't make a sound even if they were beaten.
"Lazy, lazy! Call you lazy! Lao Tzu has been stubborn for eight lifetimes, doing this shit errand, and staying with you these useless things all year round! Do you dare to be lazy for Lao Tzu?!"
Sang stopped far away.
You Wuming's long eyes slanted, and swayed into the palace on the right.
I saw a man dressed as a supervisor beating the craftsman on the ground. The craftsman's gray hair shrank into a ball, shaking constantly.
Another supervisor pretended to persuade: "Hey, hey, it's almost done. You have killed eight of you this month, so consider yourself."
The beater stopped his hand and sneered: "Come on, you killed nine people yourself, who are you talking about here? I'm not only eight, it's all at the end of the month, and if you don't use it, you will waste your place in vain. ."
The artisans around him trembled their shoulders with fear, and their hands and feet became sharper, afraid that they would be targeted and become the next target.
In order to supervise the promotion, each supervisor can kill nine people every month. Except for the few craftsmen who worked the most agile and became role models, the rest of the craftsmen could be distracted by the supervisor and become the next target to be killed.
The one lying on the ground was obviously stared at because of lack of energy and slow work.
Sang Yuan's pupils contracted and his fists were clenched.
"Little Sangguo is angry." You Wuming chuckled softly.
His unscrupulous voice alarmed the two supervisors in the hall.
The two turned their heads, and saw that they were a pair of beautifully dressed men and women who appeared in front of them. They were stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.
You Wuming walked slowly in front of the two.
Walking chic and lazy, holding the shoulders of the two overseers with one hand in each hand.
"Life is alive," You Wuming looked serious, "Anything may happen. Sometimes, when you are in trouble, you always expect people around you to be kind to yourself."
Seeing that his temperament is not like ordinary people, the two people guessed that he was a high-ranking official who came down to patrol, and they smiled indifferently: "My lord, the rules are like this below. It's really not that we are bad people, it's just for the progress of the project. Sir, don’t you know that these things are slippery, if it weren’t for shocking and frightening, this mausoleum can be half as good as it is now!"
The overseers at the bottom didn't know that the underground city was being built, they thought it was a royal tomb.
Another person also laughed and said, "My lord, this rule is set from above. If you feel uncomfortable, you can pass more papers to the upper side. Maybe you can change the rule, right?"
You Wuming coldly said, "When I speak, you don't need to have a mouth."
Thunder flame flashed in his palm.
The two of them had to argue again, and suddenly felt a tingling in their throats and opened their mouths. They were like those dumb craftsmen, unable to make any more sounds.
You Wuming let go of their hands, and the two of them immediately wanted to run outside, but he knocked them to the ground gently and cleverly, and folded their legs casually.
The two supervisors were distorted in pain, and flopped silently on the ground. That Thunder Flame's power, how can ordinary people have half the ability to resist? Only one face, vocal cords, legs and feet, was completely abolished.
You Wuming squatted down slowly, holding them with one hand, and said in a very gentle voice: "What did I just say, you can hear it clearly? Life is impermanent, accidents can happen at any time, and the power was still in his hands last moment. , The next moment, I can’t say anything. When you are a craftsman in the future, you must remember not to be lazy and slippery. Since you are so obsessed with the'rules', you don’t need to pray that the new supervisor will be kind to you."
He smiled softly, stretched out his hand, and patted the two comfortingly on the faces of the two, then got up, took the silk cloth from his arms, wiped his hands, and threw them aside.
He walked back to the door of the hall, grabbed Sang Yuan, and jumped onto his short-lived back.
"Such things are happening everywhere, and we can't handle it." Sang Yuanyuan grinned at him reluctantly.
She knew that You Wuming was willing to take care of this nosy, just to make her feel a little better. But this dungeon is so big, there are countless overseers and craftsmen. Moreover, the root of this matter is not actually underground, but on the ground.
You Wuming touched the top of her hair with his chin, and said leisurely: "If you don't save that little old man, Xiao Sangguo will be incomprehensible for the whole day today. I don't see your heart depressed."
The rein was pulled, and the short life was like a white lightning, swiftly passing through the palaces, accurately avoiding every overseer who patrolled back and forth.
"Will those two supervisors really become craftsmen? Although they can't speak, they can still write. There is always a way to tell others what happened today." Sang Yuan asked casually.
"Heh." You Wuming smiled decisively, "When those craftsmen recover, they will confuse their faces, take off their clothes, and will not give them a chance to tell others their identity. Have you seen it? The eyes of those craftsmen? The hatred hidden in it was ignited by the fire of vengeance and turned into a poisonous flame."
Sang Yuan took a light breath and was speechless for a while.
You Wuming said in a slow voice: "Torturing those two former supervisors, leaving them with misery and grievances, they will not be able to complain. It will become the greatest source of happiness for these craftsmen for the rest of their lives. That kind of happiness even surpasses that they are not caught. Any moment before the earth."
"Little Sangguo, I really don't want you to pretend to be in the gloom of the world in your eyes."
When he said this, his tone was unconsciously stained with a weird and ethereal majesty.
It seems to exist only in the legend, the indifference and compassion unique to the gods.
Sang Yuanyuan's heartstrings trembled, and he was speechless for a long time.
You Wuming leisurely took the reins and wandered among these magnificent palaces. I saw those places that were completely completed, and the temple walls and Luang Pillars were painted with bright colors. When the time comes, as long as the furniture is moved in, it will be a rich and comfortable home.
Sang frowned far, "These craftsmen are the young and middle-aged people who have been'missing' over the years."
A state as big as a country, every year, countless people will disappear from the world due to various accidents. Who would have thought that a part of it was locked in the dark underground, working day and night.
You Wuming rubbed her head: "I will show you something happy!"
Pulling the reins, short-lived a sudden stop, passed through several unmanned corridors, and came to a palace with a particularly neat excavation noise.
You Wuming hugged her from his short-lived back, stretched out a finger, and put a finger to his lips: "Shhh."
Sang Yuan heard it, and there was a fast-paced sound from the open door of the palace.
The'ding and ding' of the excavation of the stone wall is very rhythmic, and they are all following the beat of the high-five.
The clapping stopped.
"I’m here for today! You guys are working hard, happy cooperation, happy cooperation! Come, come and bring the steamed buns—today, my regular pork head meat accidentally fell into a certain steamed bun. Come, come and see who The most delicious thing, I picked up the little bit of my poor oil and water today!"
Sang was stunned from afar, and looked into the hall with the huge exquisite stone gate.
I saw that it was a supervisor who was talking, and it looked no different from the two who had just been stricken by You Wushou. Standing next to a basket of steamed buns with white flour, he drooped his eyes and handed the buns to the craftsmen who were moving over.
Soon, there was a craftsman who had the pork head mince.
He raised half of the steamed bun in his hand, and the craftsmen around him showed envy and friendly smiles.
The overseer held his hands and stood aside and squinted.
The scene was full of joy.
Sang peeked at him from a distance, with a smile on his face.
You Wuming happily embraced her and continued to move forward.
"How did you know that there would be a kind supervisor?" she asked in surprise.
"Stupid fruit." You Wuming said naturally, "This is how people are. There are all kinds of people. As long as there are enough, you will find any kind of people. This category is actually quite common. . Don’t think he is stupid, he is smart, and his progress must be one of the best."
Sang Yuan looked at him slightly blankly.
She thought, maybe this is the so-called "pattern". He has seen too many people, too many things, and has too much territory. This makes his mind store extremely rich experience. When facing anything, his heart There are roughly counts, and naturally there is a grace, and everything is expected to be strategizing.
"What's the matter?" He looked down at her.
"It's nothing, I just think you are great." She said sincerely.
You Wuming’s dark eyes were immediately full of smiles, and his face was pretending to be nonchalant, and he muttered: "What's wrong with this. Little Sangguo, you surely can’t guess, this man put the pig’s head in the steamed bun. The meat is actually only a small part, and most of it still enters his own stomach."
Sang Yuanyuan'poof' laughed: "I don't care how much his pig's head is. But You Wuming, do you know that Shortlife is already very hungry?"
Short-lived: Nodding frantically.
You Wuming: "..."
He decided to pay tribute to the friendly supervisor. After going around a few bends, I found the overseer's residence nearby, followed the smell of pig's head and found the big pot of pig's head that he was warming on the stove, making the short-lived eat a mouthful of oil.
After eating, You Wuming took out two solid earthy jade crystals from the doll's cloth bag and threw them into the big oily basin that had been licked short-lived as a reward.
"It's cheap this kid, this king never takes free food." With a thin smile on the corner of his lips, he pulled the reins, and left the group of palaces.
Sang knew from afar why he wanted to do this.
Leaving the solid jade crystal, this person will know that his pig's head meat was not stolen by his artisans, but belongs to his own chance.
This is the abyss of darkness, if you are not careful, you will fall completely. If the friendly atmosphere between the overseer and the craftsmen was destroyed because of a dish of pork head, it would really be a demon and a great cause.
You Wuming actually cherishes all the goodwill in this world.
After feeding short life, You Wuming took the reins and walked leisurely for a while among the rich and magnificent half of the underground palace group, and chose a particularly large palace.
There are no people left in these completely completed palaces because they are unnecessary. There is a gorgeous void here, really like an underground mausoleum.
"The above is Qin Yuquan's bedroom." You Wuming's brows were firm.
Sang nodded far away. Although she didn't have a sense of orientation, she could feel that the entire underground palace group radiated from here as the center.
Repairing the core hub of the dungeon under the former site of the royal city does have a sense of belonging and memorial significance.
You Wuming shot a knife with his backhand, and he was waved to the top of the temple by his letter. He was extremely focused, tilted his head, squinted, and constantly looked at the roof of the palace, filling the roof of the dungeon that seemed undamaged one after another.
After busying with a stick of incense, he finally took the knife with satisfaction and said with a smirk: "Okay, next, I will find a good place to watch the show."
Pulling the reins, he walked four hooves shortly and left the side hall. You Wuming searched for a suitable location, exploded a neat passage on the wall just like when he came, and then took Sang far away from the palace complex, and after reaching a chasm in the abyss, he dug from the side. The rocks came to plug the gap.
"You Wuming." Sang poked him far away.
"Huh?" He was looking triumphantly at the passage wall that was sealed back to its original state.
"Where you just punched through, the walls are full of patterns."
You Wuming: "..."
Therefore, it is meaningless for him to carefully block the passage here.
Black eyes rolled, and if nothing happened, he directed his short life to move on.
"Go out from the abyss of Qinzhou Shengren Festival." He said calmly.
Although there is an entrance to the dungeon, it must be heavily guarded there. If you leave there, you will be 100% scared. So You Wuming chose to return to the abyss channel where the underworld demons gathered, leaving the ground along the abyss.
Sang couldn't help looking back at the direction of the dungeon.
You Wuming brushed her head away: "Little Sangguo, don't worry, it's been so many years, not bad for one day or two. Before leaving Qinzhou, I will settle this matter for you."
She said: "Well, I know, what a great hero."
The two smiled at each other and understood.
Soon, You Wuming followed the winding and well-connected underground network to find the abyss of Qinzhou underground.
Sang Yuanyuan admired his navigation ability simply. In this kind of ground with no reference at all, and no compass on his body, it is already a very good ability to know the south, east and northwest. He could not turn back once, and went straight to the bottom of the abyss.
Underworld demons gathered, and a circle of blue and white thunder flames was thrown out by him, sweeping onto the surrounding stone walls. The thunder and fire were intertwined, and the poor underworld demons became a pool of black unknown matter, splashing all over the wall like ink.
You Wuming was very natural and casually tilted his head and said to Sang Yuanyuan: "If you see it, I will take action. You will no longer have the opportunity to collect solid jade crystals."
"Hmm!"
You Wuming looked at her sideways.
He found that her expression could jump back and forth between sincerity and perfunctory very freely.
"Little Sangguo, you are so talented." He praised inexplicably.
Sang Yuanyuan smiled at him modestly, then looked up at the mouth of the abyss where only a ray of sky remained.
"With the dog, can you fly up?"
When he flew out of the abyss of Hanzhou last time, he only took her with him, and he also took advantage of the explosive power of that spirit fire vein. This time with the big fat dog, there is no fire vein that can be detonated here, only a light cyan vein of spirit wood, I don't know how You Wuming intends to go up
"Little things." You Wuming hugged Duanming.
The big fat dog immediately stiffened his limbs and was hugged by him.
That appearance is really hard to describe in words. A huge fluffy monster was so stunned by You Wuming with one hand on his chest, the expression on the dog's face... it was hard to say a word.
Sang Yuanyuan realized once again that You Wuming, who looks lean and lean, is really much older than her. If she uses this posture to hug her short life, she can only hug its big furry neck. , It's impossible to hold that fat breast.
The doll hugged the short-lived stiff forelimb and hung it nervously.
You Wuming tilted his head, "Guo, lay on my back."
"Oh." Sang leaned on his back cautiously far away, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and chest.
Wings spread out from her left and right sides.
A fan of the'huh' land rose slightly more than twenty feet straight.
It seems that refining that Lei Yuan has made his cultivation even further!
You can fly with a dog!
You Wuming hugged the dog with one hand, while holding the knife backhand with the other hand, he cut into the stone wall beside him from time to time, borrowing a little force.
Sang could not help but cast his head down and glanced at the heights.
"You Wuming, wait."
"Huh?" He inserted the knife diagonally into the stone wall and hung in the air.
"Look at the Underworld Demon below, is there something wrong with it."
You Wuming looked down and immediately found the problem.
Right below, there is a relatively empty underground space. Underworld demons gather from the north and crawl towards the south. Like the underworld demons on the ground, they all come from the abyss and attack the inland center.
In the underground space underneath, the position of the passage leading to the inland center is a bit crooked, leaning to the east.
The dark demons rushed straight to the south, hitting the stone wall of the south, and then being pushed by the demonic tide behind them, they rushed to the left and right, until they rushed into the east channel.
"Zhengnan, something is attracting them." You Wuming hit the nail on the head.
The two men subconsciously looked to the south-although there was only a dark stone wall in front of them.
Zhengnan is the capital of heaven.
Sang sighed far away, "I really want to see what they are running away."
"Take you to see later."
"Maybe you will find some incredible secrets." Sang couldn't help but feel a little excited.
You Wuming looked indifferent.
He withdrew the knife from the stone wall, spread his wings, and continued to fly upwards.
After a short while, he swept out of the abyss.
In Qinzhou, the priest's hall was also in charge of guarding the mouth of the abyss, and You Wuming kicked all the priests down.
"You are not at all polite to the priests."
"Nothing good."
The temple of the priest was built just north of the mouth of the abyss.
You Wuming threw the short life into the animal pen outside the priest's hall, mixed with a bunch of ordinary cloud beasts, and then ignored the pitying eyes of a dog and a pair, dropped them, and took Sang far to the wall. Infiltrate the court.
In each state and country, the distribution of the secret guards in the palace and the patrol route of the guards are not much different, and You Wuming glanced at it casually, and he knew it in his heart. Now he can fly more than before, and he easily took her across the palaces, gliding between the shade of the trees and the palace walls, without disturbing anyone.
Outside the most upright hall of the royal city, several gold-inlaid drums were banging rumblingly.
He was welcoming Huangfuxiong, the general of the West in Dongzhou Town.
Huang Fuxiong led the heavy army and came from Jizhou, about to go to the Great Wall to the north, to help Qinzhou defend together and tide over this wave of tides.
You Wuming hugged Sang Yuan leisurely, skimmed the golden roof of the banquet hall, and sat next to the flying Chi kiss in the corner of the room. At this moment, the sky was dark, and a pair of silhouettes were hidden by the night.
Sang Yuanyuan put his hands on his knees and turned his head to look at him, and saw him sitting lazily, in a wild and unruly posture.
Not long afterwards, Huang Fuxiong, who was like a black bear, was led by the handsome and elegant King of Qinzhou, stepped onto the white jade steps, and entered the palace at the feet of the two.
"When do you do it?" she asked.
"Wait for them to have a banquet, one of them will choke to death." You Wuming smiled badly, "Little Sangguo, do you remember the joke I told you last time?"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
When the two were married for the first time on her cloud couch, he was telling a'joke' about choking someone to death at the banquet, and he paddled the water for half an hour.
He was so embarrassed to mention it? The big face is not as big as his face!
You Wuming leisurely set off a few glazed tiles, and he heard Huang Fuxiong's voice from below: "King Qinzhou, you don't need to be so polite, the military situation is urgent in front, and I have to leave with a glass of wine!"
Qin Yuquan, the king of Qinzhou,’s voice is the same as his gentle appearance: "General Zhenxi don’t worry, we have a ling armor, and it’s not that easy for the meditations to attack! The general Zhenxi has the heart to eliminate demons, and I admire him very much. Come, come, to the General!"
Qinzhou is rich in spirit iron ore, rich in oil, and its own army is naturally equipped with first-class equipment. For Qinzhou, the tide is not a big threat. Because of being too rich, Qinzhou has never liked to owe favors so as not to be repaid by others.
Qin Yuquan was quite scheming and frequently led the topic, saying that Huang Fuxiong was a great hero of the world, an ardent person, and he took pleasure in helping others. This meant that it was not that Qinzhou needed Huang Fuxiong's help, but that he was just taking care of his own business.
Although Huangfuxiong was a general with a rough but a fine line, but the dialogue technique had no resistance. As soon as he was praised, he immediately began to flutter, and saw him pretending to be modestly taking over the conversation, and adding fuel and jealousy to his past that was unfair and drew a knife to help boast.
While pushing the cup and changing the cup, the atmosphere at the banquet gradually became enthusiastic.
Sang Yuanyuan slowly turned his head to look at You Wuming, full of convincing: "You are waiting for Huangfuxiong to blow this wave of bullshit!"
Huangfuxiong had just boasted of himself as a great hero who saved people from distress, and immediately there were tens of thousands of poor people who were trapped in water and fire waiting for his help... If Huangfuxiong hadn't become this big-headed hero, he would really think of himself. His face was smashed.
You Wuming didn't have his wings raised this time, because he thought it was normal. He leaned forward casually, leaned against her, and said, "Qin Yuquan wants Huangfuxiong's help, but he doesn't want to If you owe favor to others, you will deliberately praise him like this."
Sang couldn't help sighing with emotion, You Wuming is so understanding.
"Little Sangguo, ready to watch the show."
You Wuming sullen his face, his expression is extremely focused, and a ray of blue and white thunder flames congealed at his fingertips. He slowly got up, and with a clean wave of his long arm, he saw the thunder flame illuminating half of the night sky, and it swept straight towards a magnificent hall, like falling thunder, sinking into the bottom of the hall.
In the night, his profile and posture were briefly illuminated by thunder flames, making Sang far dizzy for a while.
At this moment, he is not like a mortal, but like a god who holds the power of heaven and earth in his hand, and whose life and death depends entirely on his own joy and anger.