In the stone room, three pairs of eyes looked at each other. Although they did not speak, everyone's eyes were exchanging the same question, which was "Can't get out!"
"What do we do?" Siyu was the first to recover and asked the young man in white next to him.
The young man in white picked up his chin and raised his head. There was no confusion on his face: "What should I do?"
Siyu stood up, pointed at the young man in white and said, "Of course I'm going out. Is it possible that I will stay here forever?"
The young man in white squinted his eyes and looked at Siyu for a long time before saying slowly: "I thought you would ask me first!"
Looking at the unscrupulous smile of the young man in white, Siyu suddenly felt like he had been fooled. He had taken away his sword pills by force earlier, which already made Siyu resentful. For the young man in white in front of him, Siyu only had resentment.
But at the moment, only this young man in white is the most familiar with this underground world, and there is also an illusion array he has carefully arranged outside. If he wants to get out, he can only rely on him, so Siyu has been carefully suppressing his emotions.
"Want to go out?" The young man in white once again showed a mature smile that did not match his appearance.
"Of course I do, don't you want to?!"
The young man in white dragged his chin with one hand and suddenly said seriously: "You can go out, but before you go out, you must do me a favor."
Siyu opened his eyes wide and asked curiously: "What are you busy with?"
The young man in front of him closed his eyes, and after a long time he slowly exhaled a breath and said, "Help me get back that lost weapon!"
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"Gudu!"
Siyu looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but salivate.
Just now, the young man in white said mysteriously, "Help me get my lost weapon back," and then brought Siyu and Xiaosan to this special room.
The reason why this room is special is not because of its unique structure, but because of the unparalleled sense of vicissitudes exuded in the room.
Siyu was sure that the atmosphere of this house was indeed very old.
The whole room is very bright, and the lighting is still the pearls, but the pearls here are very large, each one is the size of a basin. They are regularly inlaid on the ceiling, and they seem to be vaguely consistent with some strange mysterious secrets.
What makes Siyu very strange is that the walls of this room seem to have been treated, and they are all a light beige color, which looks very eye-catching. The floor is covered with a layer of fine gauze, but after careful observation, Siyu finds that there are enough
The seven or eight centimeters of fine yarn are simply crushed tiny pearls.
To say "crushed" is actually not accurate at all. It should be said that what is paved on the ground is a very small pearl, about the size of a needle tip. If you look closely, you can see that although the pearls are small, they are still
The standard round shape can even emit extremely weak light.
So you can imagine what a wonderful feeling it will be when so many small pearls come together to emit soft light of the same frequency. The solemn and luxurious atmosphere alone is enough to make
Siyu's mouth is watering.
However, what shocked Siyu most in this room was not the big pearls as big as basins, nor the small pearls scattered all over the floor, but a cylindrical building erected in the middle of the room that resembled an ancient sacrificial altar.
The reason why Siyu thought it was a small sacrificial altar at first glance was because the cylindrical building was covered with eerie reliefs. The reliefs were carved in a very elegant way, and the lines of the characters were thick and blurry, but they were able to
It gives people a sense of real existence, and it seems that even the heartbeats of those relief sculptures can be clearly felt.
The entire sacrificial altar is dark red, the color is deep and condensed, as if you can see the blood slowly dripping and condensing from the sacrificial altar. The blood-red appearance gives it a bloody aura.
This dark red sacrificial altar was like a sleeping ferocious beast, dormant in this room. It gave the originally quiet and peaceful room a smell of bloodshed and bloodshed. Such a strong contrast made Siyu feel agitated.
It was so huge that it almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.
It has to be said that the softness brought by this room forms a sharp contrast with the sacrificial altar, and it is this sense of contradiction that creates a sense of vicissitudes of life.
The young man in white looked at Siyu's red face and sneered: "Can't stand it anymore?"
After scoffing, the young man in white took the lead and walked into the room, ignoring Siyu's expression.
Siyu silently held back her resentment, took a deep breath, calmed down her inner turmoil, and stepped into this unique room.
After walking into the room, Siyu personally felt the softness under her feet. When she stepped on those pearls, they would make a very soft "click" sound, which was very nice. When she walked on them, those pearls were no softer than a cashmere carpet.
It's not a good time, but it adds to a sense of solidity.
After a while, Siyu had already walked to the young man in white. In front of them was the extremely unattractive blood-red sacrificial altar.
When he walked in, he noticed something different. Siyu noticed that there was an extremely complicated curved line carved on the altar. Siyu didn't dare to think that it was a formation or some secret text, because those carved lines were too
As a result, the pattern formed is simply unheard of.
"This is?"
"This is a totem."
After the young man in white clothes came to this room, his whole body suddenly became serious, and the smile that often appeared on his lips disappeared.
"Totem? What totem?"
The young man in white sighed deeply, and pressed his temples with two fingers as if he was very tired, rubbing them gently.
"I forgot too. Over the years, I have forgotten many things. You promised me that you would get my weapons back, right?"
Looking at the fiery gaze from the man in front of him, Siyu suddenly couldn't find any reason to refuse, but the problem was that he had never agreed to any of this man's requests.
"Well..."
"You do not want it?"
"That's not what I meant, I..."
"Then it's a promise."
The voice of the young man in white was still lukewarm, but he finally had a sense of humor. At least he would take advantage of Siyu's loopholes and use an extremely domineering method to get Siyu to agree to his request.
"What should I do?" Siyu sighed sadly and turned around helplessly to ask the young man in white.
"Stand on that platform and I'll take you there."
"where to?"
"Fourth Space!"
Siyu was stunned, and seemed to be somewhat familiar with this term.
"What are you going to do?" Siyu continued to ask.
"The weapon you're looking for...it's a blood-red giant knife with a wolf's head engraved on the edge. The name of the knife is 'Polang'." This time the man in white finally said a complete sentence.
"How will I come back after I find it?"
"After you find the 'Polang', it will bring you back."
Siyu secretly stuck out his tongue, there is such a magical weapon in this world.
"Stand still, I'm going to activate the formation." The young man in white no longer gave Siyu a chance to talk, and coldly interrupted Siyu's words.
At this time, Xiao San also jumped into Si Yu's arms and climbed up to the sacrificial platform with Si Yu. The young man in white nodded slightly, "Let the cow, pig and beast go with you, so that it can also practice its courage."
Siyu smiled bitterly, but the young man in front of him had already begun to perform a series of strange finger gestures, and the blood-red sacrificial altar began to make a low cry of pain.
"Wait, I have one last question."
"speak!"
"Why do I have to go? You can go too!"
After hearing Siyu's words, the young man in white finally showed a smile.
"It's simple...because you are very lucky and perverted."
As soon as the young man in white finished speaking, he had completed the finger trick in his hand. He bit his index finger and a little blood flew out from the young man in white and dripped on the sacrificial altar. The little blood quickly blended into the sacrificial altar.
After a bitter and incomprehensible spell, a red light began to rise from the altar. The red light flickered violently. After a while, the red light disappeared into the room along with Siyu's depressed and unhappy face.
The room returned to tranquility again. The young man in white looked like the wind, looking in a certain direction of the room from a distance, as if he could see through the shackles of time and space and reach an unknown world. A calm smile spread on his lips, and the white corners of his clothes