"What should we do?" the young master asked me. I know how the young master feels. I have also heard my grandfather mention it before. The coldness of the ice stone is not something ordinary people can bear.
I looked at the ice stone and had some doubts and didn't know what to do. I only mentioned the coldness of the ice stone to me, but never told me how to resist the coldness of the ice stone.
The Lord of Hell was already standing at a very high position, gradually getting further away. When he raised his head and illuminated by the light, he could only see a ball of fiery red in the pitch black.
After walking a few steps, Lord Yama noticed that we were not following him. He turned around and looked at us, looking a little impatient. After a while, he flew down and stood in front of us.
After looking at the young master and me for a few times, he reached out and patted the young master and me on the shoulders, and then said, "No problem."
"That's it?" The young master looked at the Lord of Hell in disbelief.
"What else do you want?" The Lord of Hell turned around and looked at the young master again.
"..." The young master said nothing, but there was an expression of disbelief on his face.
I do believe in Lord Yama. From a certain perspective, Lord Yama is a relatively reliable person. Although he has a cold temperament, he is not likely to do some nonsensical things.
Without thinking much, I stepped directly onto the steps of the cold ice stone that the young master was afraid of. When I stepped on it, I really didn't feel the heart-breaking feeling that the young master said.
"Come up, it's not cold." I motioned for the young master to come up. The pangolin followed me and took a step back, then looked at the Lord of Hell for help.
This ice stone is really powerful, even monsters like pangolins can't stand it.
Lord Yama's hand lightly patted the pangolin's shoulder. The pangolin thanked him and then jumped up. There was no problem at all.
When the young master saw that we were all coming up, he naturally followed him doubtfully.
"Hey, I really don't feel anything anymore!" the young master said with a surprised look on his face, "You are indeed the Lord of Hell. Is your hand a magic hand? Why can't we feel anything at all with just such a slap?"
"I'm just injecting a little bit of netherworld energy into you." Lord Yama walked slowly to my side and walked up the stairs side by side with me.
"What is the Qi of the Netherworld?" the young master asked curiously.
"It's the ghost energy." I glanced at the young master and said, "The gloomy ghost energy. If my guess is correct, Lord Yama, what you are doing here is to fight poison with poison, and use your netherworld energy to resist the cold energy of ice.
, the two will cancel each other out when they collide.”
"You are very smart." Prince Yama glanced at me and said mysteriously, "Sometimes being too smart is not necessarily a good thing. It might be better to live a life of confusion and drunkenness."
Could it be that Lord Yama said such meaningful words? I said 3a "My grandfather gave me the name Long Zuimeng, probably with the intention of making me live a life of drunken dreams and death. I don't know why Lord Yama let me live like this."
.Don’t you think it would be a bit contradictory for you to say something like this? Firstly, what you asked me to do does not mean that I am a little confused. Secondly, if I have been drunk all the time, I’m afraid, I
He has been reincarnated a long time ago, and he will not have an easy life of being drunk and dreaming."
"One day you will know that they can't protect you for much longer." After saying this, Lord Yama stopped talking.
I always feel that what the Lord of Hell said is too weird, and there are many mysteries in it, but I don’t understand the mystery, so I can’t figure it out.
I know that I still can't understand it now, just like what the Lord of Hell said I will understand one day, I simply don't think too much. If I really think too much, there are so many problems oppressing me, I
Sooner or later you will crush yourself to death.
Things always have to be solved bit by bit. Now we have to follow the clues and we can only move forward slowly. No one knows whether we will find a melon or a ball in the end.
I calmed myself down and looked around as I walked. This time I had to be more alert. There was no Mo Yibai around. A master like Ma Xiaolan was helping me. The young master had a ### temper. The pangolin might help us, but the Lord of Hell
He will never interfere, you can tell by looking at the way you are leisurely walking up and down.
So if there is any trouble, I will still bear it.
The stairs of the Ice Stone are very wide and high. Looking from both sides, the end of the transparent stairs is almost invisible. Looking upward, we walked more than a hundred steps, but we never reached the top.
I couldn't help but be a little surprised. At first, I was curious about counting the steps under my feet, because generally if there are such stairs in a tomb, they all have a meaning. There may be as many as there are, but they will never exceed a hundred steps.
But there are actually more than a hundred steps here, and we still don’t know if it has reached the end.
The higher we went, the thicker the surrounding black mist became, as if ink had been smudged in the water, turning the transparent air into color.
The lighting distance of the miner's lamp became shorter and shorter, and the lighting range also became smaller and smaller. The further I walked, the more frightened I became.
I don’t know how far we have gone, or whether we have walked up the stairs. At this time, I can hardly see further. The miners’ lighting distance is only an arm’s length away from me.
Inside.
The young master was walking behind, a few steps behind me. Through the black mist, I couldn't even see the young master's light.
"Master, are you there?" I couldn't see the young master, so I felt a little worried.
Fortunately, the thick fog cannot transmit light, but it can transmit sound.
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard the young master's cursing voice, "Damn it, I can't find this damn place! It scared me to death. If you hadn't said anything, I would have thought I was lost!"
"Since you can't see me, why don't you call me." I frowned and asked.
"I wanted to call you, but this environment is so terrifying. I don't even dare to speak out, so how can I dare to call you. Just speak out. Just wait, I will come up right away." The footsteps of the young master came.
Came from behind, the voice was obviously lowered, without the usual roaring momentum, "***, there was no sound just now, and I couldn't see you, nor could I see the Prince of Hell and the kid.
, I thought I had fallen into some kind of trap. Who knows if there might be some rice dumplings around me that would be eyeing me and asking me to live forever with them, so I just held my breath and didn’t dare to say anything.”
"It's rare to see you being so timid." I said with a happy smile.
In fact, I am not so worried myself, this place is really dark and weird.
"Where are the Prince of Hell and that kid? Are they with you?" the young master asked.
"Prince of Hell has always been walking in front of me. Shouldn't the kid be between you and me?" I asked, and suddenly I remembered that Prince of Hell and the pangolin hadn't made a sound for a long time. Why didn't they even make a sound of walking?
.
"No!" The young master had already walked in front of me, and the two of them were separated by a step before they could see each other's face clearly.
"Oh no, we encountered some kind of trap, right? Or is the black mist poisonous?" I asked worriedly.
The young master and I were wearing gas masks, so even if it was poisonous, it wouldn't be a big problem. However, Yama and the pangolin didn't take any anti-virus measures. I don't know if they, non-human beings, would be poisoned.
I hurriedly called out: "Prince of Hell, Pangolin, are you here?"
We waited for a long time but did not hear the answer from the Lord of Hell and the pangolin. The Lord of Hell might have dismissed our questions, but the pangolin would not refuse to answer us.
The young master and I looked at each other with a little fear on our faces.
After all, in a place like this, if both the Lord of Hell and the pangolins disappear, our situation will be even more dangerous.
The young master shouted anxiously: "King of Hell, little devils, please stop making trouble. If you are here, just say something!"
After the young master finished speaking, the entire environment was still very quiet, too quiet, without any sound. Except for the heavy breathing of the young master and I wearing gas masks, we couldn't hear anything.
I could even hear my heart beating faster and faster.
The reason why I hate ancient tombs is that situations like this can happen at any time in ancient tombs. My partner suddenly disappears, and then, even if I panic, I can't find my partner.
And at the end, all you see may be the body of your partner.
Of course, what I am worried about now is not my partner, but the Lord of Hell and the Pangolin. Our friendship cannot be considered as partners. One is threatening me to negotiate a deal, and the other is repaying my kindness.
"Prince of Hell, Long Xiaoshan, are you silent on purpose?" There was a hint of tremor in the young master's voice, and the gas mask amplified the fear in the young master's heart.
I couldn't help but be a little worried, and wanted to ask the young master to search nearby to see if the King of Hell and the pangolin had fainted due to poisoning. When something unexpected happened, the sound of the pangolin came from above.
"Why are you still down there?" The pangolin was clearly walking behind me, but the voice came from above.
"Xiaoshan?" I called out suspiciously, "Why don't you say anything?"
"Why should I make a sound?" There was a hint of doubt in the pangolin's voice. The sound was approaching us, probably coming from above.
"I've called you so many times, don't you have ears? Don't you know what to answer? Repay kindness with hatred!" the young master said bitterly.
"I don't repay kindness with hatred! Did you call me? I didn't hear you!" The pangolin has already walked in front of us.
I couldn't help but feel puzzled when I looked at the pangolin. I asked him how he got in front of me. He was clearly walking behind me before.
The pangolin said that he had been following me, but as he walked, he couldn't see clearly. In a daze, he seemed to see me walking very fast, and then he speeded up and followed me.
He thought my figure was missing, so he had to stop. After a while, he heard the young master calling his name, and then he made a sound.
The young master didn't believe what the pangolin said, and said there would be no one here except the three of us. The young master and I walked at the back, and the young master decided that the pangolin was playing tricks on us.
"Don't forget Lord Yama. Xiaoshan may have mistaken Lord Yama for us. But where is Lord Yama?" I suddenly remembered that the pangolin is here. If nothing happens, where is Lord Yama?