Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 195 The Mausoleum of the Holy Ancestor [13]

With the woman's landing, the place that was magnificent and luxurious just a moment ago suddenly became dilapidated, and those enchanting and plump beauties all turned into white skeletons.

Mo Fenghua walked behind Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, glanced at the gloomy and decayed room, and said, "The so-called pink skull is just like this... If you fell in love with these dead people's bones and had a good time with them, I don't know what will happen."

Ming Ke, the lacquer carving, repeated his words: "Pink Skull... That's right, that's right."

After a pause, he answered Mo Fenghua's second question seriously: "I will be disgusted to death by myself."

He turned to look at Mo Fenghua: "What did you see just now?"

Mo Fenghua shrugged: "It's almost the same as you, it's nothing more than being entangled by a few men."

Ming Ke asked, "Who is Xiao Qi?"

Mo Fenghua was surprised: "I called out?" Did she call Xiao Qi's name just now?

"Yeah, you called out his name."

Mo Fenghua no longer said authentically: "It's nothing, it's just a man."

"Don't stay here any longer, be careful that those bones will come back to life later..."

Mingo, the lacquer carving, didn't ask any more questions. The two left the room and continued along the only passage ahead.

Turning a corner, the light is much brighter. The luminous pearls embedded in the walls here are not permanent lights.

Moreover, the walls on both sides are painted with long murals, and the left side seems to be the whole process of the emperor from the uprising to the establishment of the country, ascending the throne and proclaiming himself emperor.

The characters, actions, and even the war horses in the crotch are vividly portrayed.

The mural on the right is horrific.

Mo Fenghua glanced over, and instantly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart straight to the top of his head.

The first painting on the right shows a blue-faced, long-toothed kid opening the mouth of a man who is covered in iron chains, clamping its tongue with iron tongs, pulling it out for a long time, the tongue is bloody, and it seems to be really serious. dripping blood...

In the second picture, a woman is pressed down, holding his hand, and using scissors to cut off her fingers one by one. Several severed hands are already hanging on the ground...

The third picture, the fourth picture... until the end.

Mo Fenghua's palms were covered with cold sweat: "This is... a map of the [-]th floor of hell."

Qi Diaoming looked at the mural with complicated eyes, without any surprise or panic, he said lightly: "It seems to be."

Mo Fenghua frowned: "Emperor Shengzu is sick. While painting his own great achievements, he is also painting Shura Hell. What is he thinking?"

Unexpectedly, Qi Diao Ming Ke answered her: "Maybe he just wanted to say that he also came out of hell."

Mo Fenghua was just about to ask him why he said that, but he heard a strange sound in his ears. There may be danger at any moment here, so she quickly asked: "Did you hear any sound?"

Mo Fenghua listened carefully, it seemed to be the sound of 'squeak', like the sound of many mice clinging to the scalp, which made the hairs stand on end and the scalp tingled.

"This..." Qi Diao Ming Ke's expression straightened, his eyes flashed with a faint blue light, and he saw the source of the sound through the wall, his expression changed drastically, he stretched out his hand to grab Mo Fenghua and ran forward: "Go quickly."

Mo Fenghua was puzzled: "Why..."

Without asking the last word, I saw that the wall of the painter's [-]th floor of hell was torn apart instantly like thin paper...

[Today there is a bird, and tomorrow we will continue to explore. ]
(End of this chapter)