Before Sheng Lingyuan could speak, the entire altar began to collapse. The huge rocks fell down one after another, and knocked away half of the bronze coffin lid of Aluojin.

A huge splash of water aroused in the pool, and the pool water rushed up suddenly, and the people rushed down with the coffin.

The stone platform was covered with Sheng Lingyuan's blood. The water rushed it and poured them over and over again.

As soon as they were stained with each other's blood, they were forced to connect to "brain wave Bluetooth". For a moment, their messy mood exploded in each other's ears.

Sheng Lingyuan was confused and heard a string of swear words coming out of Xuan Ji's heart, almost choking to death in the water.

Tanshui was rushing them in one direction. Xuan Ji grinned and maintained his balance. He grabbed Sheng Lingyuan, who was about to sink with the coffin, and said to himself: "Is this old ghost a weight? Why is it still sinking?"

Sheng Lingyuan's face was pale and his expression was calm. If he had not known his true state through common sense at this time, Xuan Ji would have almost felt that this person had no feelings.

Then, he heard the distant and vague singing from the other party's heart.

It seemed like he had heard from the memories of Aluojin and Sheng Lingyuan...the nursery rhyme of the witch tribe. For some reason, Xuan Ji had the illusion that he could understand the song.

The songs are circling and swaying, and they are flowing with the huge whirlpools in the pool.

Xuan Ji remembered the unofficial history about Emperor Wu that he had read. The cover design of the book was not very good and nothing attractive. He remembered that he stopped to open it because of the copywriting of the book cover.

The copywriting says:

In your life, when you are surrounded by heavy siege, can someone let you deliver your back?

When you reach the end, can someone ask you to ask your wife to entrust your orphan?

When all your thoughts are gone, can someone heat you a warmer?

During the holidays, when the palace banquets end...

Apart from the walls of wind and lights and jackdaws, can anyone share a pot of residual wine with you?

Sheng Lingyuan obviously heard it, and a vague chuckle came from his heart, as if he thought these questions were ridiculous and not worth mentioning.

They didn't know where they were washed by the water. With thousands of white bones, countless mirror flowers, water and moon butterflies struggled in the water, emitting tiny fluorescence, and slowly extinguished.

Like the stars gradually silent at dawn.

With a "slam", Xuan Ji's back hit Shan Yan. He grabbed the raised stone with one hand and struggled out of the water.

Then he saw the moonlight.
Chapter completed!