The thief's cave is deep, the bones are dense and silent.
The sky is clear outside, but inside is another world that refuses light and shines.
The ore on the wall reflected a faint light, one bright and one dark, as if countless eyes were watching Jing Che's every step.
"Ah... someone is coming." A low, ghostly voice seemed to come from the cracks in the rocks in all directions.
There are countless kinds of laughter hiding behind the voice.
With no fear on his face, Jing Che smiled and bowed to the dark void: "Dear monster brothers, the little girl intentionally broke into the cave today. If there is any offense, please forgive me and arrest me quickly.
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"Hehe... who is so interesting?"
"It's a dead person."
"Fart! It's a living person."
"Go away, don't you smell a ghostly aura on her body?"
"I didn't smell the ghost energy, but it was her blood, but pure virgin blood..."
"You've become a monster and you still think about this."
"No, it's not just virgin blood, there seems to be..."
The whispers were numerous and continuous.
"Shut up, everyone." The deep voice said impatiently, and all the noise stopped instantly.
A faint orange light slowly floated over from the end of the robbery cave. When it got closer, I saw clearly that it was a candle with a sterling silver hollow candlestick as its base. It circled Jingche three times and then floated in front of her.
A sharp female voice sounded, filled with incredible surprise: "Ah! She came out of the Soul Prison!"
"Oh?" The voice that seemed to be the leader was also surprised, "Come over here and let me take a look."
Soul prison? Never heard of it. Jing Che was a little confused, but still walked in obediently.
The candle was right in front of her leading the way. The cave was sloping downwards, and as you walked in, the larger the space, the more radiant the ore became.
After walking for a long time without seeing his head, Jing Che felt a little flustered and tried to talk to the candle: "How long did it take you to practice like this?"
Candle also likes to talk to people: "I forgot, is it one thousand years? Or two thousand years?"
He was really an old ancestor. Jing Che was happy and asked again: "Why isn't it over yet?"
"We have passed the barrier and will be there soon."
Jing Che screamed in his heart, there is actually a barrier, and it's inside like this. What if the drunkard master can't be found? Well, looking at this situation, it's too late to turn back, so just go inside, the soldiers will block the water.
Tu Yi, if that doesn't work, she still has a precious amulet.
Just as I was thinking this, my eyes suddenly lit up and I suddenly became enlightened.
This hall-like place was originally supposed to be a temporary robbery room. Due to the huge size of the imperial mausoleum, tomb robbers often need to work for several months to open a tunnel to enter the imperial mausoleum, so the tomb robbers would dig a robbery room outside.
It is used for rest and supplies. The scale of this robbery room is not small. It seems that there must have been a large team of tomb robbers who wanted to enter the imperial tomb.
It's just that here...it seems to be empty.
The pitted stone wall is shining with faint light. Facing the clear stone platform, there is a stone sculpture of three strange birds standing in the center. Standing on both sides of the stone sculpture are two stone pillars with two luminous pearls embedded on the top.
She wanted to ask the candle who let her in, but found that the candle had drifted to nowhere.
"Ai?"
Inexplicably, the voice came from the stone platform, saying to himself: "Sure enough, there is still the smell of the evil spirit of the prisoner of souls... Huh? It even carries the ** Divine Seal..."
"I don't know the place where souls are imprisoned." She spread her hands, but deliberately omitted the divine seal. She pretended to be ignorant, and her eyes were already searching for the source of the sound.
"I have been trapped in the prison of souls for a thousand years..." The words contain thousands of years of waiting and helplessness.
Finally, he discovered that the person speaking was actually the stone sculpture. Jing Che didn't hear clearly what he said. He walked up to the stone platform and curious Zhang Tan walked around the stone sculpture for a closer look before sighing: "It turns out that stones can be cultivated to perfection.
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"Loneliness is not a stone."
"Then what are you?"
"I'm just sealed in a stone."
Trapped in the stone? Jing Che grinned, and then he dared to touch it boldly. The feathers on the wings of the stone sculpture were lined up in rows. If it weren't for the soft texture, it would almost appear that it would fly into the sky at any time.
Well?
Jing Che retracted his hand like an electric shock and looked at the stone sculpture that suddenly turned its head.
"Little girl, do you think I won't move?"
He nodded honestly but timidly - the heads of these three stone birds were really ugly.
"Haha..." The deep laughter was horrifying, "Funny girl, tell me, why did you come here?"
"Brother Bird, oh, no, Grandpa Bird, actually I just want your men to arrest me, and then tell my master and ask him to save me."
"Oh? What makes you think that a living person will not be eaten alive by someone who was sent into the tiger's mouth?"
Hearing this, Jing Che put his little hand on the back of the three-headed stone bird, with a stern look on his face, and patted it on the shoulder very proudly: "I know that you monsters are also righteous. We deal fairly and each get what we need."
"Do monsters have their own ways?" Chewing this word, the three-headed stone bird asked sarcastically: "Little girl, is this your confidence to break into the monster cave?"
"Yes, there used to be a lot of flower demons in my backyard. They said that demons have their own ways."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were many jeers all around, and some shadows appeared from the darkness. I didn't know this, but I was really shocked when I saw it.
There are slaves who were buried with their eyes and their pale skin cut off, there are agate necklaces that float in the air in various shapes, there are leather bags with bulging bags that cannot float and can only jump on the ground, and there are also those that maintain their human form every time they walk.
The golden armor that can shake mountains with just one step...
Could it be that all the funerary objects in the imperial mausoleum have been transformed into fairies?
"Flower demon? That is the lowest level of demon, how can it be compared with us." Golden Armor said disdainfully.
"They are both demons anyway, what's the difference?" Jing Che retorted matter-of-factly.
The three-headed stone bird spread one of its wings clumsily and freely, signaling for everyone to quiet down, and then asked Jingche: "Girl, since we say everyone gets what he needs, what can you give us?"
"My blood," Jing Che rolled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and thin arms, "the flower demons said that a drop of my blood can increase their spiritual practice for hundreds of years."
There was silence all around, and all the monsters looked at each other in disbelief. There are many pills in the world that can increase one's spiritual practice, and the most common but also the strangest is blood.
According to legend, the blood of a god can add ten thousand years of practice, the blood of an immortal can add a thousand years of practice, and the blood of a human master can add a hundred years of practice. But the girl in front of her is just an ordinary mortal, without the immortal auspicious body protection, nor the
Wrapped in dragon energy, can her blood add hundreds of years of practice?
The cloudy eyes of the three-headed stone bird looked at Jing Che up and down with an expression of disbelief, and finally their eyes fell on her arm. Jing Che only felt a stinging pain, and there was a bloody wound on her arm.
The smell permeated the air faintly.
He took a piece of jade out of thin air, dipped it in a drop of Jing Che's blood, and put it in his paw to look at it. He saw that the drop of blood was meandering in an orderly manner along the lines of the jade.
"It is indeed the blood of the Lord." The three-headed stone bird chanted solemnly.
Jing Che curiously wanted to poke his head over to see how it could use a stone to determine the kind of blood on her body. The three-headed stone bird immediately raised its claws and retracted the jade stone into its claws.
Below, whispers suddenly exploded.
"impossible--"
"Isn't the Zhenyi Emperor clan dead?"
"I really wish that the Zhenyi Emperor clan would die of descendants."
"Hmph, you are the slave who is buried with his life. I see this, regardless of her bloodline or not, if she directly sucks the vitality, drinks the essence and blood, and throws it outside, she is still the same as those piles of bones."
Jing Che couldn't hear clearly, only caught one or two words, and she despised the short-sightedness of these monsters in her heart. She asked the three-headed stone bird directly: "So what? Is it a deal?"
"Wouldn't it be better if I just kill you and take your blood?"
Smiling slyly: "If you kill me, my master will come and kill you. It's not cost-effective. I just need you to do me a small favor. You can gain a hundred years of practice, so why do you need to get involved in a blood feud?"
When is the so-called retribution of injustice done, don’t you think so?”
When she spoke plausibly, her curved peach blossom eyes shone with the gleam of night pearls. They were hazy and charming.
"Oh, I like arrogant people," the three-headed stone bird said sarcastically, "Then who is your master?"
"The 47th generation sword master of the Jiahuang Mountain Nanqiong Sect Sword Master, Baili Fengjian." Accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol hitting his face, the informal and lazy voice came next.
With a flick of his hand, Mr. Candle, who had brought Jing Che into this place, was mercilessly thrown to the wall. The monsters smelled the blood-draining sword aura and all disappeared in recognition.
Baili Fengjian strode forward, picked up Jingche and lifted him to a safe position beside him, frowning slightly: "Have you had enough trouble?"
Jing Che couldn't hide his surprise and naturally ignored his sullenness: "Master, how come you found me so quickly?"
Most of her face was darkened, but she was too embarrassed to say it. Should she tell her little apprentice? He thought she was secretly following him, so he slowed down and walked in front. Unexpectedly, he found that his little apprentice was missing after a moment.
Fortunately, before he left, he cast a locating spell while squeezing her wrist, otherwise he would not have expected that his little apprentice would be so bold as to come to such a monster cave.
"Contemporary Sword Master?" The three-headed stone bird stared at the sword in Baili Fengjian's hand thoughtfully, "I know an old friend... She is also a disciple of the Sword Master, and she also holds this sword..."
I just wanted to take Jing Che out of this demonic place as soon as possible, so my reply was a little perfunctory: "Oh, all the sword masters in the past have used this sword."
"But the owner of this sword is also the one who sealed Gu into the stone sculpture..." There was a dangerous aura in the dull voice.
Baili Fengjian calmly protected Jing Che behind him.
[Note: The lei bird comes from "The Classic of Mountains and Seas": "Two hundred miles to the west, it is called Cuishan. There are many palm trees on it, many bamboo arrows on it, many gold and jade on its sun, many lei, its shape
Like a magpie, red and black with three heads and four legs, it can control fire."]