Jiaohua

Chapter 467 Palace of Thousand Years (Part [-])
"What did you say?"

"Evil boy?"

"Who are you calling evil boy?"

The subordinates looked at them, blinked their eyes, and before they could speak, a shoe flew over: "I'll fuck you!"

Zhi Changle cursed loudly.

Old Tong also threw out a shoe: "Kill you son of a bitch!"

Du Xuan wanted to take off his shoes, halfway through, Du Xuan stopped and looked at Lao Tong and Zhi Changle.

Old Tong and Zhi Changle received the gaze, looked at him, and blinked at each other.

"What are you doing in a daze!" Du Xuan shouted, "Ali, Ali!"

"Yep……"

Old Tong hurriedly pushed Changle: "Let's go! Go find Ah Li!"

Zhi Changle was ignorant, and after realizing it later, he nodded in a daze: "Oh, yes, let's find Ali!"

But what they didn't know was that at the same time, Xia Zhaoyi's little head poked out from the high mountain.

The morning light shines through the top of the mountain, the frost and snow are dazzling, and a gust of mountain wind blows in, making Xia Zhaoyi slightly dazzled.

She came out yesterday evening. She spent a whole day sewing on the bed yesterday, and finally changed the clothes to fit. At the same time, she couldn't bear the big sleeves like a sack, so she changed them into tufted sleeves, which looked very neat and capable. .

"It's finally here!" Xia Zhaoyi let out a long breath, looking at Long Yuan below.

In addition to modifying the clothes yesterday, she also asked Zhili a lot of things related to the Yuanhe Sect, but Zhili knew very little.

At that time, the master went to Guanxing Pavilion, and the old Sect Master Pei kept avoiding her. In the end, he stalked her so badly that he brought in Zhang Zhangwu.

On the contrary, Jiang Zhangwu is better at talking. Compared with the old suzerain Pei who is sure to talk to each other, Jiang Zhangwu knows almost everything.

According to Jiang Zhangwu, the existence of Longyuan can be traced back to thousands of years. For thousands of years, people have been visiting and exploring. Until 600 years ago, someone built a dark temple here. Few people know about it. It was built to cover up this dark hall.

There are three imperial tombs in Longdan Mountain, all of which were built in the past few hundred years. No matter which imperial tomb was built, the Yuanhe Sect's performance was very active. Open the dark hall below Longyuan.

The Dark Palace is also known as the Qianqiu Palace. Xia Zhaoyi and Zhili agreed that this name is a godsend. Jiang Zhangwu smiled awkwardly and continued, the designer and person in charge of the Qianqiu Palace is called Meng Huanzi, the sixth son of Meng Huanzi. The son is the founder of Yuanhe Sect, named Meng Changyin.As for the reason why this dark hall was built here in the first place, maybe only the old sect master Pei knows the reason.

Yesterday Zhili searched for a whole day, but couldn't find old suzerain Pei, so Xia Zhaoyi didn't wait any longer. After modifying the clothes to fit, she left a letter to her master and second brother, asking Zhili to hand them over to them, and she left.

Now looking at Longyuan below, Xia Zhaoyi stomped her feet, maybe the dark temple was right under her feet.

"Dong dong dong."

"Dong dong dong."

……

Shen's finger bones were knocked on the surrounding walls from time to time, and they were basically solid.

Coming out of the drainage tunnel, they are now walking in a long corridor. The long corridor is very wide, about ten feet, and it is full of dust, so everyone is covered with a mask.

Fearing that the air would be consumed, Shen Fan ordered people to extinguish all the extra torches, leaving only two, and the light was particularly dim.

"Young master." Rou Gu shouted at this moment.

Shen Wen turned her head, Rou Gu pointed to a corner: "There is also a 'door' here, which is the same as the one outside."

The "door" is very short, hidden in a corner, and is a square with similar length and width.

"Same as the one outside?" Shen Yan looked at it and asked.

"Yes," Rou Gu nodded, "I scraped off the solidified dust with my own hands, I recognize those patterns."

"Open it." Shen Yan ordered.

The two men stepped forward and cut open along the gap with a dagger, and after a little looseness, they pried open the square door.

First, a more foul musty smell rushed through the veil, followed by a pile of things rushing down.

Everyone retreated hurriedly, several of them retched in their stomachs and almost vomited out.

Shen Wen endured the nausea and stepped forward, lowering the torch in his hand slightly.

The square door was not fully pried open, only halfway open, and the things washed down were black and dried out by the years.

Receiving a long sword from one of his men, he carefully picked these things apart.

There are everything that can be distinguished, including pens and paper, bowls and chopsticks, medicine residue, lime, gold and silver, silk cloth...

He picked up a piece of rotten silk cloth with his sword, and the thing wrapped in the silk cloth fell off, Shen Wen turned his eyes and looked, yes, it was a baby.

"Little baby?" Aunt Rou said.

Shen Yan looked at such a dark mass and said, "About how big is it?"

"So young, less than a year old."

"It's really a crime." Shen Yan said.

One of the subordinates looked at the "door" and said softly: "My lord, should we go up from here?"

"Go and check first to see if there is any other way," Shen Wen turned around and said, "If there is no way, then we can only enter from here."

Aunt Rou looked at him, then turned to look at the baby who had returned to the waste pile.

Aunt Rou didn't know why Shen Fan wanted to find this dark palace, she asked, but Shen Fan didn't say, seeing these things now, at least it can be confirmed that this dark palace is definitely not a good place.

In fact, in the vast majority of places Shen Fan has been to these years, how many of them are good?
The subordinates split up to find the way, and lit a few more torches.

Aunt Rou stood here with Shen Yan, Shen Yan's long sword was still picking up the trash, except for the baby's corpse just now, he picked out another adult's skull.

Different from the weathered and moldy mummy of a baby, this skull had been thoroughly decomposed. When he lifted it up, the soft, charred black skull even cracked, hanging on the sword, and pulling long strands.

Aunt Rou frowned, and looked away.

"Disgusting." Shen Yan said lightly.

He almost never said these two words.

"Young Master," Rou Gu said, "It should be very bright outside, you haven't slept all night, you should rest first."

"No." Shen Yan said, the long sword pointed at something else, a small cup suddenly rolled out, and rolled towards the corridor where they came.

The long corridor was empty and silent, and the sound of the small pot rolling was very clear and strange.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

It ended up getting stuck in the veins on the floor tiles.

Looking at the little cup, Rou Gu was stunned for a moment, and said, "My lord, that cup..."

Shen Wen had already left with the torch, he took out a handkerchief and picked up the cup.

"Does it look familiar?" Shen Yan said, the small cup was gently turning in his hand, "Did you remember something?"

It is a small silver cup, but it is not silvery white. Long-term air corrosion and buried in waste residue, this small cup is covered with layers of black lumps.

"Why did this cup appear here?" Aunt Rou asked in surprise.

(End of this chapter)