"No hint? Is it the same as the concept of silent as sound?" Leng Yetong frowned slightly and whispered her understanding, but no one would answer her any more. Looking up at the dark passage, the feeling of unease is getting deeper and deeper, Jiuli Illusion, seems to have heard Beichen Moxuan say it once.
"There is no other way but to break through." Although there was some hesitation, that was the only way for now. Leng Yetong took a deep breath, raised her feet, and walked out of the dark room.
As soon as the front foot walked out of the dark room, the surrounding scenery changed immediately. It was not an imaginary dark and endless dark passage, but an oasis. Reaching out and touching the towering ancient tree, it was slightly cool, and the touch of the folds made her frown, really? or fake
She settled down, raised her feet and walked towards the depths of the forest. She couldn't get tiger cubs if she didn't enter the tiger's den. She couldn't keep looking for a safe place to go around in circles. Going out was her goal.
In the prime minister's residence, Beichen Moxuan held two maps in his hand. One was a map given to him by Lan Ling and Lv Ling, which clearly marked the location where the Jiuli people's spiritual power flowed. Dots and big red dots are clearly marked. The other map is a map of the abnormal location in the capital just sent by the dark guard of Baili Liumo. The number of red circles on it indicates the degree of the abnormality.
Beichen Moxuan put the two maps on top of each other and held them up to the sun. Although there are many points on the two maps, there are only a few points that really overlap. Beichen Moxuan kept these points firmly in his mind, made a simple analysis, and excluded the most unlikely positions. He originally wanted to cross it out, but after thinking about it, he gave up. The thoughts of the Jiuli people No one can tell, let's find them one by one. Thinking about it, I folded the two maps into my arms, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
I can't remember how long I walked. I looked at the sun above my head through the gaps in the dense branches and leaves. Leng Yetong held the tree trunk with both hands, wiped the sweat that kept on my face, breathed a little, and stretched out. The tongue licked the chapped lips. With so many trees covering the place, the temperature in this place is almost the same as in Africa. It is hard to imagine what the effect would be without these trees.
"Crash, crash," the sound of the stream flowing by, she thought for a while, she walked towards the source of the sound, such a hot temperature, if you don't drink some water, let alone go out, she is very likely to explain it here .
After walking a few hundred steps, a clear stream appeared in front of me. Be vigilant, pay attention to the surrounding wind and grass, and make sure that there is no one before approaching the stream. He squatted down, removed the silver hairpin from the hair, and immersed it in the stream. The silver hairpin did not change color, indicating that it was non-toxic. But the inexplicable unease made her more vigilant and threw a leaf into the stream.
The feather-light leaves did not float on the water, but sank straight to the bottom of the creek. From the falling speed of leaves and the angle of refraction of sunlight, Leng Yetong realized that this stream could no longer be called a stream, and its depth had reached more than two meters.
"It's weak water." Regarding the phenomenon of leaves sinking to the bottom of the creek, the word 'weak water' came into her mind. Ancient books recorded that nothing can grow in weak water, and everything above weak water is not prosperous. It seems that this Jiuli illusion is not only an illusion, but there are still real things.