Xiaolan wanted to find the origin of the sound, but everything in front of her was pitch black and there was nothingness around her hands.
I can't make any sound myself.
The sound is gradually fading away.
"Find the answer, Xiaolan."
"Boom!"
Her head hit the ground lightly, and Xiaolan gasped in pain.
"ah!"
"thump……"
Not far from him, a short scream suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground.
"who?"
Xiaolan instantly sat up and reached out to touch the spirit-locking whip that she had placed under her head before going to bed.
empty.
The ground was empty.
The night was dark and there was no moonlight. Xiaolan could not see anything and could only rely on sound and touch to determine the direction.
It reminds me of the feeling of hitting my head on the ground when I first woke up.
It was obvious that the spirit-locking whip was quickly pulled away from under his head.
Xiaolan touched the location of her companion in her memory.
It's still there, the soft touch is still there.
"Sister Xiaoyin!..." Xiaolan increased the intensity of shaking.
"Uh...huh?..." The body was moving, "Xiao...Xiaolan? What's wrong? You scared me to death..."
"It seems something happened, something happened, Xiaoyin," Xiaolan grabbed Xiaoyin's hand, "Where are our flashlights? Where is Brother Fool?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of white light suddenly illuminated the black corridor.
After a brief period of light blindness, Xiaolan moved the hand covering her eyes and saw that the fool had come to her side with a strong flashlight. Others also woke up under this light.
"What's going on?" The fool put the flashlight flat on the ground, "I thought I heard someone shouting, is it you Xiaolan?"
Just as Xiaolan was about to open her mouth, an exclamation sounded in her ears.
"Jasmine!"
Luo Jiutian shouted and rushed forward.
Only then did Xiao Lan notice that a little further away from her sight, Jasmine, wearing a dark green jacket, was lying face down on the ground, motionless.
Lao Luo and Taoist Master also stood up in a hurry, and Xiaolan ran over behind them.
Luo Jiutian had already gently lifted Jasmine, who was lying on her back, and half-hugged her by her shoulders.
Xiaolan quickly squeezed to the front and looked at Jasmine.
Jasmine, who had not yet regained consciousness, was still lying in Luo Jiutian's arms. The area from the collar to the hem of the brown sweatshirt was completely stained red with blood.
This is?!
Lao Luo bypassed Jiutian and Taoist Priest to the other side of Jasmine, reached out and picked up something from the ground.
"What...is going on?" Lao Luo said, looking up at Xiaolan questioningly.
Xiaolan lowered her head and realized that what fell beside Jasmine were the two spirit-locking whips she used to pad her neck.
Now I am the most suspicious.
"I put the spirit-locking whip under my head before going to bed," Xiaolan quickly explained. "While I was dreaming, I felt the spirit-locking whip under my head being pulled away. When I woke up, I heard a scream.
There was also the sound of something falling down, maybe... maybe it was Jasmine."
Fortunately, the companions did not raise any suspicion, and a group of people checked Jasmine's injuries in a hurry.
Xiaoyin gently opened Jasmine's clothes, and saw a long knife wound from Jasmine's left clavicle to the middle of her chest. The wound was long, but fortunately it was not deep, and the bleeding had stopped, so it didn't look serious.
Xiaoyin didn't even look at it. She stretched out her hand behind her and said, "Baomu, take the Qibaiyao."
There was no movement for a long time.
"Baomu?" Xiaoyin said and looked back.
Only the fool stood behind her. The fool reacted and quickly squatted down and rummaged through his backpack.
"Eh? Where is Baomu?" Xiaoyin looked around, but couldn't find him after looking around.
A chill crept up Xiaolan's back.
In the area in front of him, including the unconscious Jasmine, there were only seven people.
Baomu just disappeared in front of everyone.
"Did Baomu go out on his own?" the fool said in a panic.
No one could answer his question.
One companion disappears and one companion is injured.
This night suddenly became dangerous.
The Taoist Master stood up, picked up another small flashlight and ran a few steps to the ruins at the exit, looking around.
There was no sign of any living thing in the square.
The Taoist priest shook his head, frowned, and turned back with a gloomy look.
Halfway through, he suddenly stopped.
Xiaolan noticed something strange about the Taoist priest and hurried over.
"What did you find?"
The Taoist priest was staring at the ground, "There is blood here."
On the marble floor, a dark brown smear of blood was clearly visible.
Xiaolan's heart suddenly rose, "It can't be..."
The Taoist priest looked forward and saw that the blood stain started from Jasmine's position, spread to where the two of them were standing, and then disappeared.
"Is this Jasmine's blood?"
"I don't know, but the traces cannot be caused by Jasmine," the clouds covered Dao Chang's eyes, "As you heard, Jasmine fell down at that location. If the blood here was left by Jasmine, it should be
It's blood stains that are either dripping or spraying."
The blood stains here look like the blood stains left by an injured person being dragged past.
Xiaolan felt that her scalp was starting to feel numb, and she was so nervous that she just wanted to squat on the ground to calm down.
Why is it the least resistant treasure wood?
He slept so deeply.
If something really happened to Baomu...
Can't forgive myself.
Xiaoyin couldn't stop shaking while bandaging Jasmine's wounds.
Hold back...can't cry...
The idiot held Xiaoyin's shoulders and patted her left arm.
"Don't worry, I know that boy Baomu. He just looks stupid, but he's actually very smart."
"Jasmine has been so seriously injured, but Baomu can't do anything..."
Xiaoyin choked up as she spoke.
Luo Jiutian and Lao Luo confirmed that Jasmine's injuries were fine, then stood up and walked towards Taoist Master and Xiaolan.
"Have you found anything?" Lao Luo said and also noticed the trailing blood stains under his feet, "Is there any trace of little brother Baomu?"
Before the Taoist Master opened his mouth, Luo Jiutian shouted first.
"There is blood on this painting!" Luo Jiutian pointed to the oil painting behind Xiaolan, "There is a trace of blood under the frame!"
Several people quickly looked at it carefully.
As expected, there was a faint trace of blood on the lower edge of the dark golden frame.
painting.
The overall tone of this painting is very dark, with a large area of black and red background and a few freehand strokes of color messily outlined.
When several people saw this painting for the first time, they did not understand what it was about.
But with the deep darkness of the night and the echoing bloodstains in the distance, Xiaolan actually understood the composition of this painting.
"The red one here..." Xiaolan pointed to the lower part of the painting, "It looks like some kind of red flower. The black on top looks like the night sky. The red on top, do you think it looks like...
A knife."
The Taoist priest frowned at the oil painting and followed Xiaolan's thoughts.
"These two reddish-brown vertical strips look like upright pillars made of red logs, with trapezoidal knives on them. This..." The Taoist priest's eyes were dark and his voice was low, "This is a guillotine."