Just breaking a seal, why let the Ming Po disappear? !
The underworld woman is gone, and she is still playing ball!
Yu Wenhao's eyes widened, and he lost his composure in an instant.
But before he rushed over to ask for responsibility, he saw that the powder floating in the air suddenly seemed to have an active life, and they lined up in the air in an orderly manner.
After a while, two lines of large characters appeared in midair—
[There is no insult in all directions, the emperor issued a seal book, blood flowed to conquer the battlefield, and Cong Yun was stained with tears.]
[Yun Shen parted ways, the safflower also became a child, what will Haoman take, and the tears become blood.]
At the same time, earth-shaking changes have also taken place on the wall where Lady Ming appeared earlier.
I saw that the wall, which was still lingering with the smell of green light and rotting corpses, suddenly turned black, covered with dark mist, dense and lingering, terrifying and frightening.
In the billowing black air, there loomed two bloody red characters—hell.
Looking at it as a whole, this is a door leading to the abyss of despair.
Around and in the middle of the two big characters "Hell Prison", there are five deeply embedded palm prints on a white background.
The four palm prints around are obviously slightly larger, and the palm print in the middle is slightly smaller.
Red and white, the meaning is obvious.
Everyone was attracted.
Seeing the scene in front of them, Yu Wenhao and his group fell into suspicion—
"Hell? Is this the gate to Hell?"
"Look at the above two lines of poems. Could it be that these two lines of poems are the key to unlock Hell?"
"Isn't it obvious? The door key must be related to this poem."
"The above poetry is easy to understand, but the understanding is chaotic and out of order."
"Don't break the poetry, pick out the word list..."
A few people talk to each other.
Soon, they found out the rules in the poem and came up with the answer.
The above line of poems is a Tibetan acrostic poem: The blood of the four emperors.
The following line of poems is a Tibetan poem: the blood of the son.
The poems with the beginning and the end of the poem are exactly five people, five palm prints, and five locks.
It's just that the answer is obvious, but which four emperors are these four emperors
Yu Wenhao and the others pricked up their ears while contemplating for a while, trying to overhear something from Mu Ziling's conversation.
Mu Ziling automatically skipped the hidden poem, and she was deeply confused about which four emperors the "Four Emperors" were.
Seeing Long Xiaoyu beside him with a serious face, who didn't seem to be thinking, Mu Ziling couldn't help but ask: "Which four do you know?"
Long Xiaoyu nodded, and said lightly: "There is still one more, I'm afraid it will be a little troublesome."
Hearing this, Mu Ziye suddenly pursed her lips and laughed, "What's the trouble? Isn't it a coincidence that the Four Emperors are far away in the sky and right in front of us?"
While he was joking, his eyes swept across Chu Yao, Ouyang Feiyu, and Long Xiaoli, and finally settled on Ao Lingyun who rarely spoke: "Do you think so? Ning Yun?"
Ao Lingyun's hand on the armrest of the wheelchair froze slightly.
"Ning Yun? Why does this name sound so familiar? Ning..." Chu Yao narrowed his eyes and pondered, and suddenly remembered: "Ning Yun... Could it be that the abducted one that Nanfeng Kingdom has been calling for all over the past few years? The little prince?"
"Isn't that what it is? But whether she was abducted... That's something to say."
Seeing that the white-clothed man in the wheelchair didn't react at all, Mu Ziye's eyes turned bright and he talked eloquently.
"It is said that the little prince of Nanfeng was extremely talented and intelligent since he was a child, and he was deeply loved by Emperor Ning Guang of Nanfeng. Although he was lucky enough to survive later, he was abandoned by the royal family because of his disabled legs."
"... What is strange is that three years after the little prince was abandoned, one after another in the Nanfeng royal family, Tianhuang nobles died suddenly for no reason. The prince's people are related, do you think it's a coincidence?"
With Mu Ziye's words, it was almost as if he wanted to dig out the little-known and unbearable history of Nanfeng Country in the past, one by one, one by one.
Not to mention Chu Yao and others, even Mu Ziling, who came from another world, was surprised.
She leaned closer to Mu Ziye and asked in a low voice: "How do you even know the secrets of the royal family?"
Mu Ziye knocked on her forehead angrily: "How long have we been separated? Have you forgotten my name, brother?"
Mu Ziling curled her lips speechlessly.
This quack Bai Xiaosheng sometimes speaks the truth and speaks shockingly.
It's really strange.
Mu Ziye glanced at Ao Lingyun, who was still sitting quietly in the wheelchair, and said slowly, "Why don't I talk about how the little prince survived after being abandoned?"
Ao Lingyun's hand grasping the armrest suddenly felt bruised, but his tone was calm and restrained: "I have no grievances or enmities with Your Excellency, why should Your Excellency be so yin and yang, and speak sharply?"
Mu Ziye smiled disapprovingly: "So, are you admitting it?"
Ao Lingyun chuckled lightly, and said in a calm tone, "There is no Ning Yun in the world, and there is no south wind in the world. Does it matter whether you recognize it or not?"
"It's not important." Mu Ziye shrugged: "But the blood of the Nanfeng royal family that you can't hide is very important for now."
A word to wake up the dreamer.
Yu Wenhao suddenly realized: "So what does your Excellency mean, the blood of the four emperors refers to the blood of the royal families of the four kingdoms in the past?"
Mu Ziye was noncommittal.
Yu Wenhao's heart lit up.
Although the old four kingdoms no longer exist, but the sons of the royal families of the four kingdoms, don't they all be present
Ouyang Feiyu of Beining Kingdom, Chu Yao of Qinglan Kingdom, Long Xiaoli of Jialuo Kingdom, and Ning Yun of Nanfeng Kingdom.
Could this be destined somewhere
It is destined that they will win the soul of Yao.
Aware of this, Yu Wenhao couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the four royal bloodlines in the team: "I don't know if the four of you have any doubts?"
All four were silent.
"The matter has come to this, what is there to doubt?" Ouyang Feiyu sighed, and was the first to stand up.
Seeing that he scratched his palm and successfully dyed the original white palm print on the door into blood, the other three hesitated for a while, and then stepped forward one after another, drawing on the gourd.
The Four Emperors are fine.
But here...
Yu Wenhao turned his gaze, and naturally fell on Murong Xing who was eating candied haws without distraction: "Little girl, you..."
He wanted to ask something, but it was a bit difficult to say.
After struggling for a while, he still turned to Mu Ziling, with an uncharacteristically pleasant expression: "Miss Mu, you have seen the current situation, neither of us can do without the other, and we will do the palm prints of the Four Emperors... the palm print in the middle is for you." You little girl."
(end of this chapter)