The original flower window has been reduced to ruins by Teacher Long, and the space inside the flower window is directly exposed to everyone.
The huge hole seemed to be inviting them.
"Can we..."
"Yes," Xiaoyin turned back and smiled at her, "We can just sneak in from here."
Taking advantage of the situation in the square that had just subsided and other enemies had not yet arrived, a few people quickly climbed over the steps made of black bricks and stones and climbed directly to the second floor of the black tower.
Xiaolan has recovered all her strength at this time.
Lao Luo told Xiaolan about the Panlong Armor in detail, and then Xiaolan realized that Wenbro's second shot was actually blocked by the Panlong Armor.
Lao Luo discovered that Xiaolan could absorb the Panlong Armor, but said nothing. When Xiaolan was seriously injured, he applied the Panlong Armor to her again.
I really saw the right person.
Xiaolan turned her head and looked at Luo Jiutian, who was watching over her, feeling warm in her heart.
I must repay the favor of the Luo family and his son in the future.
"Look at what I'm doing, watch the road." Luo Jiutian picked up Xiaolan, who almost tripped and fell on the gravel, and said, "Brother Taoist Brother, Brother Fool, keep an eye on your little girl Xiaolan!"
The idiot turned around and picked up the confused Xiaolan, holding her collar and throwing her directly to the entrance of the second floor.
The Taoist priest has arrived and is currently half-crouching on the edge of the black hole, observing the situation in the hole vigilantly.
It was getting dark outside the cave, and there was no light coming out of the cave.
Xiaolan stood next to the Taoist priest and looked inside the tower.
Not a ray of light was seen.
It was completely dark inside, and through the moonlight outside the cave, one could vaguely tell that it was a narrow corridor.
Deeper down, there is only darkness.
Xiaolan and the Taoist priest looked at each other, then turned around and made a "shh" gesture to everyone who was climbing up.
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
Xiaoyin didn't dare to land on the rocks with her newly stretched out feet.
The Taoist priest and Xiaolan pricked up their ears and listened carefully.
However, there is no sound.
There was dead silence in the dark corridor.
"There seems to be no sound of anyone moving," Xiaolan said.
After listening to her words, others began to continue their actions.
The floor seemed to be made of marble, which was smooth and smooth when stepped on, with a hint of coolness.
The fool stepped forward, opened his backpack and took out a high-power flashlight.
Bright white light instantly penetrates the darkness.
The green-gray marble floor and the black brick walls are painted with light gold patterns.
There seems to be something hanging on the left wall of the corridor.
"Did you see it?" said the fool.
Everyone agreed, and a group of people stared directly in the direction indicated by the flashlight.
The Luo family and his son who were at the end also entered the cave safely, and everyone started walking there.
It turned out that it was an oil painting.
A lifelike portrait of a young girl.
The girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, was wearing a goose-yellow linen apron with a pure white dress underneath.
The girl is holding a dark teacup in both hands, standing in the center of the painting, looking out of the painting, her face is gentle and demure, there is a smile in her eyes, she looks very beautiful.
Behind her is a waist-high mahogany long table. On the long table are scattered some sundries, candlesticks, clay pots, and white porcelain short-mouth bottles filled with sunflowers. A corner of a brown wooden square window is exposed on the right side of the girl, dimly lit.
The light pours in from the square window, softly wrapping everything in the room.
Everything is so quiet and peaceful.
Until the fool shined the pale flashlight directly on that face.
For some reason, the painting has changed.
A flash of dazzling white light suddenly revealed a hint of mystery in the happy pupils of the person in the painting.
Her eyes were still staring straight at herself.
"A painting," Luo Jiutian stretched out his hand and lightly traced the edge of the frame with his index finger. "There is no dust on the frame. It may be a new frame, or maybe... someone just cleaned it."
"There's more ahead." Baomu pointed inside.
On the wall about ten meters away, there is also a picture frame of almost the same size hanging on it.
The painting is a sapphire blue sky, with dark blue paint covering the upper half of the canvas. Below is a golden rice field. There are two snow-white little people in the corner, their faces are not outlined, and they seem to be running towards them.
Ten meters further forward, there is another painting.
The main color of this painting is white.
In the center of the picture is a low bed, with white sheets dragged to the ground. Lying on the bed is a girl in a white dress with long hair. Her black hair is like a waterfall, scattered next to a white pillow.
The man in a silk gown sat on a chair next to the bed, and even the chair was painted white.
What's strange is that whether it's the girl lying flat on the bed or the man sitting with his back to them, their heads are twisted in an exaggerated arc, and their eyes are staring straight out of the portrait.
Staring at the audience staring at the two of them.
In this darkness, Xiaolan couldn't help but shudder.
There are paintings ahead...
Several people had looked at all the oil paintings hanging in the corridor. When they looked up, a slender semi-hollow flower window appeared next to the last oil painting.
The red, green and blue glass reliefs outline strange patterns on the flower windows. At first glance, they look like many birds spreading their wings into the sky.
"There are ten paintings in total," Baomu wrinkled his nose, "The smell here is also unpleasant."
"Isn't there something that smells good to you?" Xiaoyin asked.
Baomu shook his head, "It really smells bad here, there is an...evil smell."
As soon as these words came out, the weird atmosphere in the air disappeared.
"How about you try to describe it?" Luo Jiutian gestured.
"Hmm..." Baomu raised his head, "Dark...evil...it seems like there is malice hidden somewhere..."
Several people were going crazy with embarrassment at the description of Zhong Er, so they quickly interrupted Bao Mu's words.
Jasmine ignored Baomu's strange reaction and asked directly, "Did you see the exit just now?"
"Exit? Isn't there such a big exit?"
"I mean the exits to other floors," Jasmine rolled her eyes at Luo Jiutian who was speaking. "There is only a long corridor here, and there are no stairs to go up or down."
Xiaolan looked up and saw that the roof of this floor was also dark.
Xiaoyin hugged Xiaolan's shoulders and said, "Don't think about the roof. I don't care about you anymore. You are really good at building roof tiles."
"We can also drill through the roof and see... um..."
Xiaoyin directly covered her mouth to stop this wild idea.
The Taoist priest looked at Lao Luo who was looking at the entrance, "What do you think?"
"Why don't we unload the equipment first and do a little tidying up," Lao Luo's eyes returned to the Taoist Master, "I'm tired all the way, and it's getting late. It's good to recharge and prepare for tomorrow, and..." Lao Luo
As he spoke, he smiled meaningfully and said, "Maybe the answer will appear by itself."
Xiaolan didn't understand the meaning of this, but she saw the Taoist priest nodded in agreement.
So everyone decided to take off their armor and start resting.
Perhaps her mind was relaxed, perhaps her sense of security had doubled. Not long after Xiaolan sat crookedly on the marble floor, her eyelids became heavy and she fell into a deep sleep.