These vines are as thick as an arm, and are dotted with countless weird flowers.
These flowers are as red as fire and as charming as blood, and they cover the whole hall.
Even the pillars in the main hall are covered with these weird flowers.
As far as the eye can see, it is a fiery red. It is like the burning fire of three thousand red lotuses.
"Manzhushahua!" Long Fuyue called out softly.[
Why is there such a thing here?
Jia Ruo's body trembled slightly and he sighed softly.
This Manzhu Shahua is also known as the other side flower. According to legend, it grows on the banks of the Wangchuan River.
It takes a thousand years to bloom and a thousand years to fall, and the flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death...
Legend has it that this flower blooms in large numbers on Huangquan Road, and from a distance it looks like a carpet paved with blood.
It is also known as the "Road of Fire" because it is as red as fire...
It was supposed to be the flower of the underworld, but unexpectedly it bloomed all over the palace here!
All the gaps were filled with such flowers, except for the stone statue in the middle of the hall, which had no flowers at all.
This stone statue seems to be wearing a strange, loose black robe, with bare feet.
The texture is white and delicate, life-size, and the eyebrows are vivid, as if they are alive.
As soon as Long Fuyue saw the stone statue, he couldn't help but shout: "Elder brother!"
Jia Ruo was stunned and didn't understand why she was calling him at this time.
He hummed and glanced at her.
Seeing her staring blankly at the stone statue, he couldn't help but follow her gaze.
At this glance, he felt as if he had received a heavy blow, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
That stone statue! That stone statue actually looks like me!
I have never been here, who would build a statue for me here?
Thinking about it again, that's not right! Looking at the appearance of this palace, it seems that it has been abandoned for at least hundreds of years, maybe even longer. I am only in my twenties now, and I was not born hundreds of years ago.
So who is this stone statue? Why do you think so of yourself? [
Also, why am I so familiar with this place? It’s as familiar as my former home...
Could it be that this stone statue is his past life?!