"No, Xiaoyin," said the black cat, "the legend is true, the Great God Bailu came here before, and he brought a magician with him. He was accidentally injured here, and Qianqiu Dachun absorbed the blood of the gods before he could Become Shenmu. The rest of the unfortunate guys who died here are different from the time when the Great God came, and they should have come after the Great God."
"Then we can go out as long as we find the place where Bailu goes out!" Qi Yin's eyes lit up.
In fact, this is not necessarily the case. If Bailu had set up an evacuation formation outside before he came, he wouldn't care if he was trapped there. It's a pity that they didn't know the danger, so they came in in a daze. But if this is the case, then it will be a dead end. Qi Yin is more willing to believe that Bai Lu has a way out.
After searching for a long time, I couldn't find any golden wrong books. Qi Yin was reluctant to give up, and dug several rock walls, but there was nothing else but the bones. In this case, the only thing to do is to try the waterway again. It's not easy to fight in the quagmire, and Fu Lan has to protect him and the black cat. But if you fight to the death with those ghost hands, there may be a chance of survival. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Lan squatted in front of Jin Cuoshu and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly, a knife was thrown out. The light of the cross shattered the stone wall, revealing a dark tunnel opening beside Jin Cuoshu.
"Wow..." Qi Yin leaned on the edge of the tunnel and looked at it, "Brother, you are so amazing, how did you know there was a tunnel here?"
"Guess." Fu Lan asked, "Do you want to go in?"
"Go in and have a look, maybe there is a way out, anyway, I don't want to meet those ghost hands again." Qi Yin said.
The black cat agreed, and Fu Lan climbed in. Just as Qi Yin was about to follow, Fu Lan stepped back again, and her butt just touched his head. Qi Yin turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Someone is crying inside." Fu Lan said.
Qi Yin's heart trembled, she had just experienced the ghost smile, and now the ghost cry again. Damn, why don't you let people live in peace? Qi Yin crawled in and listened carefully. The tunnel was silent and there was no sound. Qi Yin crawled back in confusion and said, "No, are you hallucinating?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint sob came from the depths of the tunnel, this time it was very clear, as if it was ringing in his ears.
"Okay," Qi Yin said, "Let's make a choice, do you want to fight the ghosts crying, or go back and beat the ghosts?"
"No need," Fu Lan said in a low voice, holding the knife across his waist, "It's coming towards us."
Fu Lan and Qi Yin stood guard at the entrance of the tunnel, and the black cat squatted at Fu Lan's feet. The crying got louder and louder, and there was a rustling crawling sound. Qi Yin took a deep breath and stared at the entrance of the cave. After a while, a shriveled head protruded from it. It was a monkey-like guy, with a large forehead slumped down, two bloodshot eyes protruding, and two holes were drilled on the top of his bald head. He could vaguely see the bright red brain inside, and he trembled with his movements. trembling. He crawled out, sobbing and walking towards the fire. The firelight reflected his thin shadow, his tattered robe and dirty soap boots. He crouched there on the fire, babbling and muttering to himself.
Qi Yin couldn't believe her eyes, she lowered her voice and said, "It's Zong Lan!"
"How do you know, you have seen him?" the black cat asked.
"I've seen a fart, I wasn't born when he disappeared." Qi Yin said, "It's his clothes, that's the material that Wufang elders can wear. Wufangshan's family is rich, and their elders wear silk from Suzhou and Hangzhou. That satin is worth ten taels a piece."
Those who can afford silk are called Sword Immortals, and those who cannot afford to wear them are called Stinking Taoists.
In fact, among the four immortal mountains, only Feng is still so poor. According to the dog thief Yunzhi, every few years in the Qing Dynasty, he would visit several immortal mountains with a cane. On the surface, he was a guest, but in fact he was begging for food, raising funds from the heads of various factions to repair the steps of the archway of Fenghuan Mountain Gate.
The teacher's failure was unbearable to look back on, Qi Yin sighed. Staring at Zong Lan, he asked, "What is he talking about?"
Everyone listened intently, Zong Lan's tone was vicious, and he could vaguely hear him saying, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
The two looked at each other, who was he talking to? Seeing that he looked a little crazy, Qi Yin thought about it again and again, told Fu Lan and the black cat to stay still, walked to the bright place, and coughed. Zong Lan shivered and turned around. The big deformed face was exposed in the light. Although Qi Yin was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback.
"May I ask if your Excellency is Senior Zong Lan?" Qi Yin bowed, afraid of scaring him, so he tried his best to slow down.
Seeing him, Zong Lan asked with a trembling voice, "Who are you! You... Are you a disciple of Wufangshan? You came to find me, right?"
"I'm a disciple of Feng Huan. I stumbled into this place and met my senior." Qi Yin approached him cautiously. "Senior, don't be afraid. My brother and I will try our best to take you away from this place and send you back to Wufang."
Fu Lan also appeared and bowed to him.
Zong Lan burst into tears and was speechless. Qi Yin saw that he was shaking all over, and his hands were as ice as ice, so he asked Fu Lan for a coat. There was a little mushroom left in the pot, and he put it in his hands to eat it. The half bag of water in the Qiankun bag was also drunk by him. The black cat was very distressed about those mushrooms, but he didn't dare to speak.
This old man should have been living in this place for more than fifty years. Fortunately, the cultivator does not have a grain to maintain health, and food is not a problem. Looking at his unkempt appearance, he must be going crazy. Qi Yin reassured him a few words, stabilized his emotions, and then asked him where the other eleven people were without a trace. Speaking of his companions, the old man swung all over again. He staggered to the edge of the cave and counted a dozen skeleton faces on the rock face. "They're all here..."
"Why are they here?" Qi Yin was startled.
"There is a big monster in this wall. It eats people." Zong Lan looked around at the corpses. "These people, monsters, and monsters are all eaten by him. I have been hiding from it until today, and finally I waited until you came. Save me!" Zong Lan stared straight at the black cat, swallowed, and Fu Lan hurriedly took the cat into his arms.
"Monster? What kind of monster? Does it have many hands?" Qi Yin asked.
Zong Lan shook his head, "I don't know either, I've only seen part of it. Look at this tunnel, it's open in all directions, like a labyrinth, this is the hole it made. Don't be too afraid, it has no eyes, it As long as you don't move when it comes, it won't find you. We need to find a way out as soon as possible before it comes."
Qi Yin felt a sigh in his heart and said, "Senior, do you mean that there is no way out of this tunnel?"
"No, of course not!" Zong Lan said in horror, "All tunnels lead to only one place, that monster's lair, I never dared to approach!"
This is really a ghost, for today's plan, is it only to go back and compete with the ghost hand? Qi Yin scratched his head and asked again, "Then how did you get in, senior?"
"How did I get in... How did I get in..." Zong Lan squatted down against the wall, his ugly face twisted, "There is a monster living in my head, and he led us in. I was originally ordered by the teacher's sect. , to explore the Bashan Temple, to find a way to save the Taoist law from the decline. But halfway through, there is a monster living in our brain. At first I didn't find it... I thought it was me... It came to me day and night Speak, speak to each of us, and we entered the Bashan Moon Mirror according to its instructions. It said... It said to find Wu Yuli's secret. Who is Wu Yuli? I don't know... I don't know, I only know I must find his secret. I must find it!"
"Have you found it?" Fu Lan asked.
"I don't know... I don't know..." Zong Lan shivered, "I found out later that it wasn't my own thoughts, it was the monster in my head! I don't want to listen to its words, I want to return to nothing. Fang. But every time I hear it, I can't help it. Sometimes, I can even feel it... you know, it's in my head!"
"So you... drilled into your own head?" Qi Yin asked hesitantly.
"That's right," Zong Lan scratched his scalp to show Qi Yin, "Look, I drilled this all by myself. And the forehead, I hit the wall myself. I want to get this dead monster out, I want Kill it!" Zong Lan covered his face and cried bitterly, "My companions are all dead, killed by that big monster, I'm the only one here, child, take me back to nowhere, I want to go home ."
The monsters that Zong Lan said live in their minds should be the gods that Nuluo said. Although the old man's words were out of order, Qi Yin still understood. It seems that the so-called whispers of the gods are a technique to tamper with the will of others. Similar to Dementor, but better than Dementor. It seems that it can be mistaken for a self-directed choice, but there are still flaws in this technique. After decades of facing the wall, Zong Lan has finally learned to resist the influence of whispers, although people are almost crazy.
Qi Yin tried his best to appease him, "Don't worry, we will definitely take you out. To be honest, my father and relative Yuan Wei is Wu Fang's senior sword-wielding elder. In terms of seniority, I should call you my uncle."
"Good boy, good boy," Zong Lan said with tears, "What's your name?"
"Junior Qi Yin."
Zong Lan was stunned for a moment and murmured, "Qi Yin..."
Suddenly, the end of the tunnel vibrated like thunder on the ground. Qi Yin stabilized himself and Zong Lan, and said, "Is there an earthquake?"
"No, the monsters are here! Everyone, don't move!" Zong Lan pushed Fu Lan and asked him to hug the cat and hide beside a stalagmite, while himself and Qi Yin hid on the other side and squatted.
Everyone was short and did not dare to move, only to see a lot of dark green things protruding from the entrance of the black tunnel. The surface is smooth and bright, like vines, and you can vaguely see the fluorescent meridians with spiritual power flowing inside. The ends are split like a flower, like a small hand. Qi Yin looked familiar, and suddenly remembered, could it be that those ghost hands are this thing? It was probably because they were slaughtering witch corpses in the swamp too much, which attracted these vines.
The vine ghost hand patrolled towards the outside, flinched when it met the fire, turned around, and snaked towards Qi Yin. Qi Yin didn't even dare to breathe, and stared at the vine very nervously. Suddenly I felt a burning sensation in the back of my head, and when I turned around, I saw Zong Lan staring at him gloomily. His protruding eyes were bloodshot, scarlet and terrifying, with a kind of ruthlessness like a tiger and wolf.
Is this guy stunned? Qi Yin's heart skipped a beat, and then he heard the old lunatic grit his teeth and said viciously: "Qi Yin, you little bastard, you have been in trouble with the monster, keeping me trapped here for decades! The monster kept saying in my mind, he must be I want to keep you safe. I don't, I will die, and I will give you this dog's life!"
Zong Lan roared and threw Qi Yin to the ground. Qi Yin secretly scolded those gods who had more than enough success, and struggled desperately. There, Fu Lan wanted to save people, but he was a step behind. I saw the vines, ghosts, snakes, and letter sons, like a black lightning, quickly rolled the two people into the tunnel together.