Xiaolan hugged Luo Jiutian's Panlongchi tightly and walked between Baomu and Fool with her head stretched out.
"Xiaolan, hold your head high and be confident," Qin Yin couldn't help but say, "You look like this now, as if you stole this Panlong Pond."
It's hard to be confident.
"I don't know if Huolian will come."
Xiaolan turned around and looked worriedly, and the fool behind her patted her back comfortingly.
"Don't worry, if she comes here, Wen Ling will find her," Qin Yin said, "Bao Mu can also smell her."
"Well... by the way," Baomu turned around and asked Xiang Xiaolan, "Besides you and Huolian, who else was in that room at that time?"
"There is also Zhang Boyin." Xiaolan replied without knowing what to say.
"Zhang Boyin..." Baomu frowned, "But what I smell is not Zhang Boyin's scent. I still remember his scent."
"Are you saying his smell has changed?" Xiaolan asked.
"Let me think about it...is there really no one else inside?"
"No more..." Xiaolan thought, "There is also a skull held in the hand of a fire lotus. Does it count?"
"What skull? You didn't tell us about skulls just now." Qin Yin interrupted.
"That's it... when Huolian was talking to me, she was holding a swaddling baby in her arms, but there was only a skull in the swaddling baby. I originally thought she thought that was her child, but then she said that Zhang Boyin was hers.
My child, it’s such a mess...I just forgot about it.”
"It doesn't sound like anything important." Qin Yin said after listening.
"Well... maybe." Baomu said hesitantly.
"I'm really concerned about another point," the fool said behind everyone, "Huolian said she would let Xiaolan make her own choice. What choice was she talking about?"
"Did she say this?"
"Said," the fool glanced at Qin Yin helplessly, "Huolian said to Xiaolan before telling her a story, can you listen carefully to Xiaolan?"
"...Why am I not serious? Isn't it because I have a bad memory?"
"I don't know either," Xiaolan scratched her chin, "Will you let me choose by myself, should I rush to Zhang Boyin and be locked up?"
"Is there still a choice?"
"I really don't know..." Xiaolan shook her head in distress, "I feel like there are still a lot of things I don't understand."
Everyone chatted with each other, which relieved the depression and boredom of walking in this narrow cave. I don’t know how long they walked, and as the light of the last flashlight gradually dimmed, everyone discovered uneasily that they were about to
I have lost my last source of light and am walking in darkness.
"No spare flashlight?"
In the darkness, there was the sound of a group of people rummaging through their backpacks.
"We don't have any here," Qin Yin sticks to Xiaolan's right side, and the two of them rummage around together, "There are matches... but they have been soaked in water and can't be used. What about you?"
"We... ah, Xiaoguang, stop making trouble... eh, this is... a rabbit, oops... ah, what's moving?! Oh, it's a gecko..."
The fool interrupted Baomu's series of howls, "No more. When we fell from the cliff, we broke two spare flashlights."
"Then what should we do?" Qin Yin asked, "Am I going to walk lamely in the cave in the dark?"
"I can carry you." the fool said.
"Then who will protect Xiaolan?"
"Uh...I...I can." Baomu's voice was full of unconfidence.
"I can do it too." Mr. Shen was quite confident.
After a while, Wen Ling also said weakly, "Me too..."
Why did it suddenly turn into a strange loyalty ritual?
"But the combined fighting power of the three of you is not as good as Xiaolan's own."
Qin Yin's truth pierced the hearts of the three people, causing Xiaolan to clear her throat in embarrassment and said, "No, no, everyone is very powerful."
"Sister Xiaoyin, how about I carry you," Baomu said, then he groped and leaned over, "Where are you?"
"Here, here," Qin Yin beside Xiaolan moved, "Where did you touch it?"
"I..." Baomu's voice sounded from the other side of the two of them, "I'm next to the stone wall, and I feel like something is wrong."
"What's wrong?" The fool's voice rose. He stood up and walked towards Baomu.
"The stone wall here feels different from before."
"Where? Hey, idiot, you stepped on me...what's the difference?"
"I remember that the cave was very humid just now, and water was dripping from the top of the cave," Baomu said, "but it feels very dry here."
"Really." The fool agreed.
"Does it matter?" Shen Fu asked, "Are we almost at the exit?"
"It smells here..." Baomu put his nose close to the rugged but dry cave wall, "It smells a bit familiar..."
Xiaolan helped Qin Yin stand up, "Should we turn back?"
"No...it's not that familiar," Baomu said, thinking deeply, "it was...a long time ago."
"It's been a long time. Have you been here before?"
Qin Yin's words stunned everyone.
I came here a long time ago.
Could it be...
Everyone was quiet for a while, and finally the fool broke the silence.
"Could this be the cave we visited two years ago?"
Before he finished speaking, Baomu suddenly realized and shouted, "That's right! That's the smell!"
After that, there was silence again.
They still remember their last experience.
This is the cave where the twins were buried. Here, each of them heard a different voice.
"How did we get here?" Xiaolan was even more puzzled, "Are these caves connected?"
What does this mean?
"We can only move forward," Qin Yin said, "otherwise, what else can we do?"
Xiaolan and Wenling both said "Yeah", while Fool and Baomu didn't speak.
"Let's go." Qin Yin added.
"Last time...didn't you hear something bad?" the fool asked hesitantly.
Xiaolan blinked, "I heard a strange sound, is it okay..."
"What I heard sounded pretty good," Qin Yin said carelessly, "What's wrong, yours didn't sound good?"
"That's right..."
"Look!" Suddenly, Mr. Shen's voice rang out a few meters in front of them.
"What's wrong?"
"I saw the light!" Mr. Shen called them over in surprise, "There is light over here! It's the exit! There is... a person lying there in front of the exit!"
A group of people moved over in a hurry.
Miraculously, after walking a few meters further, a faint white light appeared on their right. Mr. Shen stood in the middle of the white light, pointing to the end of the light.