Immortal Voices

Seeing that Fan He didn't understand too well, Su Xuan said coldly: "We chose to suspend the matrix method to avoid destroying the matrix method. After all, the interlocking matrix method can only be solved by finding an array."

In order to find the formation, it is unavoidable to destroy the formation, and things are back to the same place, so Ye Xixiang can only choose to stop the formation operation with force.

Moreover, it has already broken into the sleeping place of others, and it would be too immoral to destroy it indiscriminately.

Ye Wenchun looked at the ice cube with a funny look. For the first time, he found that the person was quite soft and at least respected the dead.

Immediately, he smiled and smiled seriously: "Now the formation is only temporarily stopped. We do n’t have much time. When we find the young master, we must go out as soon as possible, otherwise the formation will start again, and the way out may be changed. More trouble. "

Su Xuan and Fan He both looked serious, and the three of them passed through the hall, and then they really entered the tomb **.

"This catacomb is huge," Fan He exclaimed.

Looking at the layout of the tomb below, Su Xuan's eyes flashed, as if thinking of something, and he was surprised: "This is to move all of Guitu City down."

All trees were planted on the ground, and the real city was actually under the ground.

Such a clever and earth-shattering building would have been discovered long ago if it hadn't been equipped with a magic gate.

It's no wonder that the Lord God will always send people to stay here. Those demon may have another name-the tomb guard.

"This is really a big deal." Ye Wenchun also sighed.

All the returning Tuchengs were sunk to the ground, and the repairs shouldn't be underestimated. The legendary Lord of Hearts is too curious.

They hurriedly walked through the houses that were closely connected. Those houses were no different from those on the ground. The only difference was that there was a coffin in the house, and the dead were sleeping inside.

There are only the footsteps of the three of them on the dead street. The two sides of the road are full of life-like pottery figurines. They either bend over to pick vegetables, or form a group to watch juggling, or stand under the ring with a sword to watch the game ...

"If they weren't motionless, I would have the illusion that they are all living." Fan He said in surprise.

Su Xuan heard this, as if thinking of something, stared at him, and stretched out his index finger to poke from the old man holding the sugar gourd beside him, and a small hole appeared.

He rubbed his fingertips and discriminated for a moment, then he was relieved: "It is indeed a figurine."

Ye Wenchun is also a loose heart. Although they are not good people, they are not big or bad. If these people here are figurines made of living people, then they will have a bit of a challenge.

"There is no fire or collapse in the homes of everyone here. There are no stools, only large or small coffins." Fan He said in a terrifying manner. "We are in the world of the dead. This city is all dead. So is this the real hometown? "

Su Xuan looked up at the three large characters on the plaque, "City Lord's Mansion", and before they knew it, they had reached the center of this underground city.

Su Xuan was silent for a while, and finally realized what the name of Tucheng is: "All beings will die, and death will be returned to the earth. This is the true return to Tucheng, the destination of the dead."

Fan He and Ye Wenchun stopped speaking, as long as they thought that the imperial prince was also in there, there was always something in their hearts.

What kind of character was their next emperor, and how could they be in this city of the dead.

But no matter how frustrating they were, they all had to catch people.

Ye Wenchun took the lead in pushing the gate of the city's main mansion and stepped in.

The city's main mansion is obviously more imposing than the outside, but this manner exudes a depressing atmosphere, as if there is a mysterious existence sleeping here, a shallow breath can make their souls tremble with trembling.

It was a kind of high-level repression, and this repression also had a power very similar to that of the imperial authority.

Ye Wenchun and Su Xuan looked at each other, and they knew what the other party was thinking.

The inside of the house is different from the outside. There are all kinds of pottery figurines outside, but there are no other pottery figurines inside the city's main house.

Fan He looked around and felt a little weird: "It's unlikely, there are so many figurines outside, but there are only a few in the city's main mansion. It's impossible for this city main mansion to have no master."

"Perhaps ..." Ye Wenchun stared deeply into the mansion and suddenly said, "Its owner is not here."

They walked through the gate and came all the way to the reception hall.

The lobby was as clean as ever, with terracotta figurines standing on the left and right, tea cups placed on the seats on both sides, hot steaming tea in the cups, no more and no less, just three cups.

This kind of feeling that was seen in the eyes from the beginning made Fenhe bit her lip, and she had a kind of fear.

"Don't be afraid," Su Xuan said indifferently, "this is just an illusion."

Fen He froze, tried to calm down, and looked up again, as if nothing had ever happened.

They stood at the entrance of the lobby for a while and did not walk in.

Not only is there a little dust here, the table and chair murals inside have no signs of being eroded by time, as if someone really lives here, cleans from time to time, often welcomes guests, and is weird and terrifying.

The three bypassed the front yard and came to the back yard. The back yard was three miles away from the front yard.

These three miles are not a simple distance, but a bottomless water spring.

"Not a water spring," Ye Wenchun said suddenly.

Su Xuan's nose moved slightly, surprised: "It turned out to be wine."

Fan He sniffed lightly, the mellow and enticing wine lingering in the air was indeed wine.

The three quickly walked closer to Jiuquan. There was no pottery figurine around them.

Ye Wenchun swallowed, only to feel that he couldn't move.

Su Xuan coughed, awakening Ye Wenchun's reason.

Ye Wenchun said suddenly, "This wine is wrong."

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Fan He smiled secretly, this senior's expression was really interesting.

Ye Wenchun seriously said: "This wine is really wrong, you can feel it if you move forward."

He seldom drinks alcohol, and it is basically the guests who come out of the mansion to take out two bottles of wine. His favorite is drinking tea, all kinds of mellow tea.

Here he was suddenly tempted by wine to reason, which was obviously too weird.

Su Xuan saw that he was affirmative, and he took two steps towards Jiuquan doubtfully, and then a soft and fragrant wine scented into his nose.

Just smelling it gives people a sense of bliss, if you can take a sip, only a small sip, how good it is ...

"Predecessor Su." Fan He's crisp voice brought Su Xuan back to his senses, only then did he realize that he was about to walk into the edge of the wine pond.

Su Xuan sank in his heart: "This wine is really wrong."

If you are a low or unguarded person, once you are tempted by this wine, you will probably be drunk in this wine fountain.

What kind of Jiuquan is this? It is clearly Huang Quan, a life-threatening one.

"It's forgetting." Fan He suddenly said.