The Qingyue bells are still ringing, as if they are guiding Wu Xiaoxie in the direction.
The weak candlelight of the octagonal lantern seemed to have magic power, dispersing the thick fog around me. Looking up, I saw a row of candlelight flickering not far ahead, extending to the place where the bells were floating.
Wu Xiaoxie followed quickly and fell at the very back.
The bell hanging under the lantern in my hand and the other bells emitted a uniform sound without any confusion.
I don’t know how long we walked, but the candlelight dispersed into several rows in an orderly manner, and we continued to move forward.
Wu Xiaoxie quickly found a team to follow.
After advancing a few dozen meters, the candlelight stopped and the bells stopped ringing.
Just as he was confused, a hand suddenly stretched out from beside him and pulled him staggering, then helped him to stand still. A young voice whispered something in his ear, and the tone seemed a little surprised.
and blame.
Wu Xiaoxie recognized that it was the voice of the little boy who had brought him the stone box before. He probably stood in the wrong team because he was unfamiliar with the place. The position of the candlelight in this team was obviously much shorter than the one next to him.<
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Wu Xiaoxie touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and looked at his nose and heart. He didn't know what these people wanted to do here, but judging from the scale, it was probably some kind of important sacrifice.
Activities.
A melodious and steady voice came from high above. It was different from the tone when speaking. It seemed to be a prayer and appeal. It sounded like singing. Even if Wu Xiaoxie couldn't understand a word, he could still feel the meaning contained in it.
The vast idea.
Unknowingly, the thick fog around me dispersed.
Wu Xiaoxie carefully raised his eyelids and looked forward, and saw beyond the dark crowd, there was a tall and majestic altar directly in front. The leader he had seen before was standing on the edge of the high platform, holding a black something and singing.
, behind him stood a slim and graceful woman on the right, holding a little boy in her hand who was also wearing a white robe with dark gold patterns.
By some strange combination of circumstances, Wu Xiaoxie's eyes met the little boy's. Even though they were far apart, Wu Xiaoxie saw a trace of familiarity and a hint of surprise in the other person's eyes.
There was a buzz in his head, and Wu Xiaoxie was so shocked that he almost forgot to breathe. He remembered where he had seen those strange eyes with different pupils.
In the robbery cave of the undersea tomb, the eyes of the wooden fish controlled by some kind of force are this color.
Even if the mask covers the upper half of his face, he can guarantee 100% that the little boy is Muyu.
Wu Xiaoxie opened his mouth and wanted to shout out, but the words he blurted out seemed to be blocked by something. Even he couldn't hear it. He was anxious and wanted to push through the crowd in front of him to find Muyu.
The child looked at Wu Xiaoxie, his eyes flashed and his lips moved slightly.
"Let's go!"
Muyu's childish voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
Wu Xiaoxie was stunned and subconsciously asked, "What?"
"Go quickly! Don't look back!"
Wu Xiaoxie felt that his body was out of control, and he turned around automatically and started to move his legs. He desperately tried to pause, but it didn't help.
The surrounding fog was flying backwards rapidly. Wu Xiaoxie was about to explode from the frustration in his chest, and his mind was in a mess. He couldn't figure out the meaning of himself and Muyu appearing here. Those white-robed men seemed to have something to do with Muyu.
They have a very close relationship. Are they the tribesmen of Muyu and Xiaoge?
No, according to what Muyu said before, the Zhang family has been practicing hair mound fingers since they were young, and their fingers are different from ordinary people, but he didn't find anything special about those people's hands.
I feel like I'm going bald, but I can't think of a reason why.
At some point, the wind in his ears stopped, and Wu Xiaoxie found that the fog around him was getting thicker and thicker, and his eyes were completely white. In a daze, he had a feeling that he was about to turn into mist and dissipate in the world.
Illusion.
Suddenly he realized that something was wrong. It seemed that this was not an illusion. He immediately lowered his head and looked at his body. It turned out that unknowingly, his body was no longer an entity and began to slowly become thinner and lighter, as if a piece of ice was gradually melting.
A little bit sublimates into a part of the surrounding fog.
The moment his thoughts were about to disappear, he felt a long-lost, explosive-like pain, as if his body had been crushed back and forth countless times by a truck full of goods, and all the bones in his body were falling apart.
"Uh——"
Wu Xiaoxie's body was thrown heavily onto the plank road, and he let out a cry of pain. The pain stimulated his consciousness and regained consciousness in an instant.
In front of him is no longer a snow-capped mountain, but a super giant octopus covered with blood-red ferocious lines. Each of its tentacles has a huge red lantern eye, one of which is scratched by Lao Itch.
One shot blasted them all, and there are seven left.
I’m a grandma!
Wu Xiaoxie screamed in his heart. It turns out that the monster in hell is an octopus. Could it be that this place was the sea hundreds of millions of years ago? Then wouldn't this octopus become an old antique?
After thinking about it, he wanted to give himself a slap in the face. At this time, he still had the time to think about this. He was really convinced of himself.
The octopus didn't seem to be in a hurry to eat Wu Xiaoxie. It only used its tentacles to fiddle with him, as if it were treating him as a toy, pushing Wu Xiaoxie around like a ball, and slapping Wu Xiaoxie from time to time, violently.
The vibration made Wu Xiaoxie's whole body bounce like a rubber ball, and the plank road was also crumbling under its toss.