When Dodo saw platform number one rise, she was both relieved and scared. She thought to herself, "Since section four is controlling platform number one, if we had messed up the order back then and opened it carelessly, it would've been difficult to get up there again. That would've ruined everything."
Actually, the design of this section was very intricate. How the platform was matched with the mechanism, and how it was connected to the chains after it rose, all of these things had to be calculated in detail or analyzed by drawing diagrams. However, they had already received Mu Qingyan's instructions beforehand, so they knew the correct order. This layer of difficulty was naturally resolved. Very quickly, section seven was opened by Chu Menglin as well. This time, however, it rose from its original position, leaving platform number five floating in the blood pool by itself. The platform was completely connected to the chains, forming a path that led straight to the opposite side of the pool.
The three of them stepped on the chains and walked all the way to the door. The entire door was inlaid with gold and carved with jade. It was extremely luxurious, and there were two hollow golden rings hanging from the door. Dodo was just about to reach out and push the door open when she changed her mind. She held the rings and lightly knocked on the door three times. The two doors opened, and the scene inside slowly appeared. Although it was slow, it was full of suspense. It was indeed the Hall of the Dead.
The young man sighed, "This is really what it means to fight to the death. So Senior Mu's intention was for us to jump into the blood pool. It's all thanks to my prompt decision. "Chu Menglin laughed," Go to the side. You should say it's all thanks to me. I was the one who discovered the poisonous smoke, dug out the bat's nest, and set off the explosives to destroy the front hall. If I hadn't made the situation so hopeless, how could you have been so desperate? "
The young man laughed coldly and thought to himself, "Very good. You were the one who messed around and made the situation so hopeless. Now you're the one who contributed greatly? If I were to analyze it from a deeper perspective, your actions were all objective factors. It was my wise decision that took the lead. However, since you're always making trouble for no reason, I won't fight with you over this. "
Tomb owners with relatively high status would often request that the Hall of the Dead be roughly the same as the one in which they lived. However, this place was decorated exactly the same as the Emperor's bedchamber. The only difference was that the bright yellow satin had been replaced with gray strips of cloth. At a glance, it appeared gloomy and miserable.
Several lifelike human-shaped stone statues stood in various parts of the Hall of the Dead. Many dim oil lamps were placed in the corners. The flickering candlelight reflected the distorted figures on the walls. There were also several murals on the wall. Some were paintings of court ladies in ancient times, purely for decoration. There were also several paintings in a row, which seemed to have a hidden meaning. They were densely packed with Manchu characters, occasionally with Chinese annotations, but the words were rarely seen and the meaning was profound.
In the middle, there was a stone platform that was as high as his waist. On the platform was a silver box. When he lifted it up, it did not move at all, but it turned out that it was embedded in the platform. There was a groove on the lid of the box, which had the same shape as the Soul Severing Tears. When he stretched his finger to test the depth of the groove, he found that it was also of the same thickness.
At the very end of the Hall of the Dead hung two white curtains. There was a palm-wide gap between them, through which one could see a row of waist-high walls inside. They were all made of crystal and surrounded on all sides. Two coffins were placed inside the walls. The material was made of ice mountain cold jade, which could prevent the corpse from rotting for thousands of years. This was probably the resting place of Sholhaqi and Princess Yong 'an. Dodo bowed to the two jade coffins through the curtains. He bowed again and again, his attitude extremely respectful.
Chu Menglin stopped in front of the mural and called out, "There might be some clues in the painting. Do you want to take a look?"
Dodo thought, "It's not bad to just take a few glances." He slowly paced around to take a look while explaining, "This is about how to pay attention to entering and leaving the Hall of the Dead. Especially at the entrance, if one accidentally touches the Dragon Severing Stone, even if they pass through all the traps, they will all turn into stone after entering the Hall of the Dead. From then on, they will become the protectors of the Hall of the Dead. It is a layer of hidden defense for the tomb. No wonder there are so many stone statues around, except … "Chu Menglin was shocked and said with a trembling voice," Dragon Severing Stone? Could it be the stone pillar at the entrance? But didn't I also … "
Dodo didn't answer. He turned around and walked around the stone platform, continuing his interrupted train of thought, "Only those who have royal blood and have been verified by the Dragon Severing Stone can be considered the rightful heir … Previously, when she was able to unlock the 'Blood Protection' sealed on the blueprint, I was already suspicious of her bloodline. Where did this girl come from? Does she really not know or is she deliberately deceiving me? "
Chu Menglin stood at the side and trembled. He guessed that although he hadn't turned into a stone statue yet, it wasn't time yet. When the time comes, he would still turn into a stone statue. Hypnosis had a powerful effect on people. Not long after, he felt that his legs were stiff and numb, as if he was gradually losing consciousness. He heard a few whooshing sounds as hidden weapons pierced through the air. Just as he felt a gust of wind pass by his cheeks, the oil lamps in the four corners of the Hall of the Dead suddenly went out.
Chu Menglin was scared out of his wits. He staggered a few steps and stretched out his arms in front of him. He couldn't tell where he was going. In the darkness, he felt that his left hand had touched something. He quickly put his right hand on it and groped with both hands. That thing shook. It was actually a living thing. Chu Menglin thought that it was a large animal that was imprisoned in the Hall of the Dead. He was shocked and took a few steps back. He held the hilt of his sword and was on full alert.
At this time, an oil lamp lit up on the left. The light was weak, but it was enough to illuminate the outline of the thing. It turned out to be the young man. Chu Menglin heaved a sigh of relief. He was so happy that he was annoyed. He punched the man's arm and said angrily, "What are you doing? So it was you. You gave me a big scare! "
The man said gloomily, "It wasn't me." His voice was very old, completely different from his usual flippant tone when he was teasing. After he finished speaking, he slowly raised the oil lamp. His arm was like a zombie, always straight and not bent. Chu Menglin didn't understand the meaning of his words. When the oil lamp was raised to shoulder height, he realized that something was wrong. He saw that the skin on the man's neck and upper body was yellowish, covered with old age spots and wrinkles. His face couldn't be seen clearly, but he assumed that it was the same situation. It was as if he had aged several decades in an instant.
Chu Menglin's first reaction wasn't to scream. Instead, he hurriedly raised his hand to touch his face. He was worried that there was some kind of radiation in the Hall of the Dead that could reduce a person's lifespan. Fortunately, his face was still smooth and delicate. Only then did he feel relieved. He mustered up his courage and asked, "Who are you?"
The man laughed strangely with a hoarse voice. He said eerily, "Who are you? Hey hey, I'm not anyone! I'm indebted to you for depriving me of my qualifications to be a human. I'll never dare to forget your great kindness. You can forget me, but I'll remember you for all eternity. Even if you turn into ashes, I'll never forget you. On our side, everyone has sworn that as long as you're alive, we'll always be by your side and protect you. "
Chu Menglin listened to his strange tone and felt inexplicably flustered. He raised his voice and asked, "You … who are you?" The man sneered, "Who am I? Hmm, that's an interesting question. You've helped many people to expiate their souls. Naturally, you won't remember their names. But since you've asked, this old man will remind you that there was an innocent old gentleman who had nothing to do with you, but you killed him. Your motive was nothing more than murder for money. Is that true? "
Chu Menglin thought, "Old gentleman? Could it be Deshou? " He thought back to the past few days of following Dodo's arrangements and moving between the carriage and the inn. He had very few opportunities to show his face in public and had never had any contact with outsiders. If there was a recent murder, it could only be that scapegoat Deshou. He thought back to the man's hunched back and greedy face as he stretched out his hand to ask for money. He curled his lips and sneered, "So what? That old bastard will sleep on the coffin sooner or later. What difference does it make if he dies a few days earlier or later? "
The man snorted heavily from his nostrils and said, "Very good!" Then he slowly turned around and said word by word, "I am that old mister." The oil lamp in his hand was held high and flat against his neck. His lower jaw was pressed against his collar. When he looked at people, his eyes were rolled up. His pupils were more white than black. The oil lamp's light illuminated his face from bottom to top, casting a shadow that made him look even more sinister. It really was Deshou's face. From his forehead to his ears and the side of his face, and then to his neck, there were streaks of blood. They had long since dried, but they still looked miserable.
Chu Menglin was secretly suspicious, "Deshou is already ugly enough. I didn't want to disfigure him. How could there be bloodstains on his face?"
The man coldly continued, "Every person you kill, if they have strong resentment before they die, will accumulate a remnant of their consciousness and attach it to your sword. Then it will move to your palm and follow you at all times. It is called 'blood demon'. As time passes, the earth's yang energy will become stronger and stronger. Perhaps the ghosts and ghosts will gradually dissipate. But you've only committed the taboo for a few days, and now you've come to the place with the densest yin energy in the world to mess around. Aren't you tired of living? "
Chu Menglin frowned and said, "Then, Old Master Deshou, may I ask whether you're reincarnating in someone else's body or coming back from the dead?" The man said, "Coming back from the dead is easier said than done. Lao Fu and my ghost friends know that we have no hope. We only hope that we can severely punish a murderer like you and drag you down to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer endless torment. That will fulfill our wish. "
At first Chu Menglin was extremely frightened, but suddenly his mind brightened. He thought, "You said you didn't come back from the dead. That means you admit that your soul has possessed this body. But this body is not yours, how could it change into your appearance? I don't believe that you have such great magical power. What if the other ghosts want to appear and talk? Could it be that they also use Deshou's face? Could it be that he has become the leader of this group of ghosts? Obviously he's wearing a human skin mask to scare me. Humph, he's too smart for his own good. " He thought about that young man's usually expressionless face. Perhaps he had already put on a disguise, and the disguise was nothing more than a disguise to conceal his identity. Since he wanted to conceal his identity, he must have had an impression of him.
He thought about the people he knew around him and thought, "Among all the people I know, the only one who is so good at flirting is that kid Lu Qian from the Kunlun Sect. But didn't he fall off a cliff and die? Hmm, I can't believe everything I hear … that stinky kid is playing with a broadsword in front of Guan Gong's door. He didn't even think about who taught him this trick. " She remembered that during the Heroes Assembly she taught him to pretend that he was possessed by the 'Kunlun Shuang Xia', so that he could lure the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect into a trap. Later on he also used this method to save Nangong Xue.
The man saw that she did not answer for a long time and assumed that she was scared silly. Who would have thought that she had more than a dozen ideas in her mind? In order to scare her even more, he raised his head, his knees trembled, his arms waved in front of his face, and his mouth opened to let out a long howl.
Chu Menglin looked at his monstrous appearance, not only she was not afraid, she actually thought it was ridiculous. She tried hard to control herself and said, "You said you have other friends who have been wronged, who are always with you. Can you borrow this body and let me see them?" "You can," the man coldly replied. He raised his hand and quickly wiped his face, immediately his charred face appeared. With a hateful voice he said, "I am the Great Master of Shadowless Villa, the Chen family's Duke Xiao Kong! You are a 'ten-thousand-evil demoness', for the sake of Duan Hun Lei you annihilated my entire family, and then you set my manor on fire and burned it to the ground, destroying my lifetime's foundation. You will never be able to repay the lives of the people in the Villa, you will never be able to repay them … "
Chu Menglin laughed and said, "That's right, everybody in Shadowless Villa wants me to pay with my life. If you kill me, I will pay with my life, and we will not owe each other anything. But other people's lives cannot be paid, won't they die in vain? You can't be this selfish. "
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