In the South China Sea, Sheng Lingyuan found a hidden place to sit down leisurely, and attached himself to several fish using puppet technique.

Under the water, through the eyes of the fish, he saw that the loach indeed took out a "magic weapon".

The so-called "water droplets" are milky white, rolled up and turned into a ball, with a pearl-like luster flowing on the surface, soft as silk, but full of toughness, and can spread into flat pieces that are ten feet square, as thin as cicada wings.

It looks like a piece of gill.

Sheng Lingyuan watched quite freshly. He had never heard of this thing. It should have been done by later generations. He was obviously quite talented and had to give this thing an incomprehensible ancient origin, and he didn't know what to do.

The loach slammed his "fish gills" on everyone's heads, like a piece of gauze covering the body of the man and the hull, and then "melt".

The people covered by fish gills, boxes of all sizes, boats... all flashed with pearly luster, and the boats and people slid under the water, like a bubble filled with light, only stirring up a little tiny microwave.

After the ship sinks under the water, it completely violates the laws of physics - buoyancy seems to be ineffective for them, and all the items on the ship stay steadily. People can move freely and breathe without any obstacles. Water flows through the gaps between their clothes buckles and shoelaces, but does not wet the clothes.

"Can we still talk?" the puppet woman spoke tentatively.

Everyone else looked at her, and she found that under the cover of the "Kun Gill", her voice was not much different from that on the shore, but the sound of water in her ears was slightly disturbed.

The puppet girl was amazed and finally believed it - Kun really has fish gills!

A group of fish surrounded her curiously, waiting to watch her perform like an audience. For some reason, the puppet girl was a little nervous because of the "oncamp" by the fish.

She reluctantly ignored the gaze of the fish, calmed down, and said, "Hehe... we are going to enter the tomb of the prince of the mountain. The entrance of the tomb passage is a five-element formation. If you want to enter the formation alive, you can't make a mistake. My mother-in-law said that this is a seal added by the powerful in ancient times. If you miss it, you will be in danger of life, so you must follow me in a while."

Sheng Lingyuan laughed—What dangers can the entrance be? Even if there is danger, you won’t draw on the drawings.

The puppet girl saw the fish swaying neatly in one direction, shaking her head, and the pale fish eyes were scattered with light, looking at her slantedly, as if she was despising her!

What's wrong with these low-level vertebrates with only a few seconds of memory?

The group walked under the water for several hours as if they were facing a great enemy. They found the sky light from darkness and finally found the place that was suspected to be the tomb of the Prince of the High Mountain. During this period, Sheng Lingyuan leisurely blew the sea breeze and closed his eyes to rest. After a while, the sky light was already bright. Seeing that the people were still too careful to circle around the entrance of the tomb passage, they boredly took out a long bamboo and carving knife from their pockets and began to cut the flute. The clothes here did not meet his aesthetic standards at all, but the pockets on both sides of the upper body also had a pair of iron pieces called "zippers", which were very delicate and could be sealed by pulling them up. Sheng Lingyuan initially thought that a bunch of bags exposed on his body was indecent, like a beggar. He had been used to these two days and thought it was very convenient and could be installed in anything.

The people under the water didn't know that they were watching the audience fall asleep, and their nerves were tense.

Because the tomb's entrance formation was too complicated, the puppet girl took over the boat and followed the formation path drawn on the map, and did not dare to walk in a single inch. The boat seemed to have been circling back and forth a hundred or eighty circles in place, dazzled by people, and several wanted criminals did not dare to leave.

It was about to turn to the sun on the water and arrive at Zhongtian, and the puppet girl let out a gentle breath.

The blind man asked carefully: "Is it done?"

"We probably have come in."

The puppet girl's voice fell, and the seabed was shaken. Then, a huge totem appeared out of thin air, sank, revealing a black passage.

Snakeskin excitedly said, "Look! The tomb passage!"

For a moment, except for Yanqiushan, who could not see the joy and anger, several people were excited.

After all, this is an ancient tomb more than 3,000 years ago, sealing the mysterious human demon. Although they dare not touch the things inside, they can still enjoy the joy of the eyes... What if there is a secret of the mountain people not being passed down? Even if there is not, just these complex magic arrays can learn a little, they will gain a lot.

The boat adjusted its direction under the fanatical gaze of several people and entered the tomb passage. At this time, Yanqiushan, who was originally sitting on the side of the boat, suddenly stood up. The snakeskin looked back at him. Before the joy on his face had faded, he heard a "clang" sound from the bottom of the sea, like a huge guillotine that shone out of the knife, cutting the blue waves out of the sheath.

Immediately afterwards, the sword and sword shadows that were unseen were filmed towards the people on the boat.

The puppet girl sat on the boat with her butt, and the snakeskin rolled down from the boat. As soon as she fell into the water, she broke away from the protection of the water droplets. The pearl luster on her body disappeared immediately, and she drank a large mouthful of sea water, and was almost blown into a loach by the water.

The swords and swords passed by his head and headed towards Yanqiu Mountain.

"Do not to escape!"

"Mr. Nian!"

Yanqiu Mountain did not move at all. The next moment, the sword light passed by him and hit the side of the ship. With a "clang" sound, there was no mark left - it turned out that they were just a few realistic phantoms.

The silent tomb is sunk under the water, black and crescent-shaped, like a cunning ridicule.

"Scared, I'm so scared, what's the thing?" After a while, Snakes cried and panted, and spat, spitting out, kneeled on the deck in a daze, checking that his body was not complete, "Mr. Nian, you are awesome!"

The blind man half-kneeled down, touched the ship's side as intact as before, and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being the trump card of the Wind God in the past, Mr. Nian, how do you see that this is a phantom?"

Yanqiushan was about to speak when he saw a small fish swimming by him. The fish looked at him curiously, with a faint phosphorescence in his eyes, as if he had a spirit. For some reason, when he met the fish's eyes, his waist and back subconsciously tensed. Yanqiushan held the dagger at his waist like a big enemy, and looked at the little fish for a moment, but the little fish had no sense of crisis. He swam around him aimlessly for a few times, and then opened his mouth leisurely to chew the algae.

Yan Qiushan let go of the dagger, feeling that he might have been a little too nervous recently, and he would be frightened when he saw a fish.

"It feels like I'm a metal system after all." He was too lazy to communicate with his "companion", so he made a random excuse, then turned around and looked at the direction of the way, and said lightly, "Get in."

The bamboo flute in Sheng Lingyuan's hand on the shore had already formed. He blew off the dregs on it, wiped them clean with his sleeves, and tried a few words casually: "Welcome, not well-received, I'll startle you all."

It was originally a sunny day, but the calm South China Sea caused a huge wave of irritability for no reason. The black air vaguely rose from the sea and rushed directly into the sky. The pale waves rushed to the shore, leaving behind a large group of struggling fish and shrimps, which retreated in a hurry. A faint loud noise came from the sea, which was a bit like a sign of a tsunami!

"Heaven..." At this time, Feng Shen's convoy was driving towards the seaside quickly. He saw the vision of the South China Sea from a distance. Gu Yuexi's hair stood up, "Mr. Yan... what did they do?"

"Director Xuan," Wang Ze grabbed Xuan Ji's shoulder, "Have you gone into the sea?"

Xuan Ji: "...how do you speak?"

"Ah--Why are your thoughts even more dirty than me!" Wang Ze howled, "You feel it again, close your eyes and feel it well! Is your sword spirit already going under the water now? "

Xuan Ji couldn't feel it. As they approached the beach, the palace incense that only he could smell was everywhere, and it was so rich that it was bitter. At the same time, something was about to come out in his heart. The thing made him instinctively fear, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

"If they go to the bottom of the sea, how can we find it? I'll say Xuan..." Wang Ze said, turning his head inadvertently to look at him, and found that his face was so white that it was almost shining with cold sweat on his forehead. His eyes, which had been a little tired for several days, were so lit up in fear. A clan emblem faintly appeared on his forehead, "Director Xuan, are you okay? If you can't take a break, is it overloaded? Don't force it, it will burn again later..."

Xuan Ji suddenly buzzed in his ears, and the sound of the car's engine, the vague sound of the waves and Wang Ze's voice were peeled off from his ears. His body was clearly in the driving car, but his consciousness seemed to have fallen into some barrier, briefly misplaced with reality.

He heard the sharp cry of the child.

It was not an ordinary naughty child crying, the young child voice was heart-wrenching, almost as if he was struggling to death. Xuan Ji began to breathe. He was shocked to find that he was following the dream of the snowy night in Duling Palace, and he seemed to be attached to someone else.

The cry was made by him "his own".

In the blue sky and the sun was blue, he clearly didn't sleep, so how could he get into a dream? Xuan Ji didn't know, but this time his perspective should be a very young child and not very good at speaking. For some reason, Xuan Ji couldn't feel his body, only his perspective, and his eyes were pitch black.

The child seemed to be locked in an oven and baked, and Xuan Ji's whole body was burning and painful.

"Don't cry," at this time, another weak child voice rang in his ear, sounding like he was a few years older, "Don't, don't... cry, if you are tired of crying, you will lose your energy, and you will be swallowed by them... Um..."

The child's voice was interrupted by a painful hum. He paused for a while. Xuan Ji heard his breathing crying in an instant, but then he pressed himself down. Such a young child actually knew to slow down his breath to relieve the pain, as if he had become accustomed to it, and was so calm that he was shockingly calm.

Xuan Ji suddenly felt that for no reason, he knew that these two children were sharing the same pain.

What is this situation? Children abuse in broad daylight?

Is the Minor Protection Law expired and expired?

Xuan Ji asked tentatively: "Baby, where are you? Who are you? What time is your place..."

But like the dream in Duling Palace, he is still an outsider this time, and the children cannot hear his voice.

The child who was talking whined weakly: "It hurts so much..."

Xuan Ji rarely deals with children and does not like cubs. He agrees with the "Childless Restaurant" and "Childless Cinema" with both hands, but the boy's voice tugged his heart... so much so that he didn't react for a while. The boy was not speaking Mandarin.

Then, the older little boy forced himself to suppress his trembling voice and pretended to be calm: "It's better to bear it for a while. Brother Lingyuan would tell you... some cool stories."

Xuan Ji: "..."

No, wait! That kid, who do you think you are? What brother?

Xuan Ji almost suspected that his ears were shaking with hearing hallucinations. It was not until this time that he suddenly realized that the boy was talking about the Great Qi Yayin.

He was stunned... When did he listen to ancient languages ​​as smoothly as his mother tongue?

"The legend says that there is a sea in Beiming... covered with ice and snow all year round, and the sea water is dark at first glance... It is like walking in a dense forest at night, and it is very easy to lose its direction. People trapped in Beiming Sea cannot get out. If relatives and friends come to search, they will have to seek the mermaids guarding Beiming Sea. The mermaids are not spiritual orifices, but they are the most affectionate and kind, and they will always respond to their requests... They can talk to the sea, just show them the portrait of the lost person, and spend three or five days to teach them the name of the lost person. The mermaids can ask Haishui to help find people... The teacher just taught me a mermaid saying today. It's very interesting. I'll learn it for you..."

"I'll go, why is his body so hot?" Wang Ze retracted his hand through the clothes by Xuan Ji, and said to Gu Yuexi in horror, "It must be more than a hundred degrees!"

"Be serious!" Gu Yuexi immediately stopped by the roadside, took off the intercom in the car and called her teammates, "Is the team doctor here... no? Then come here with a mental system, speed!"

At this time, Wang Ze gasped, and saw that the skin on Xuan Ji's exposed wrist suddenly turned red and shrank, as if he had been burned by something.

"There is no energy fluctuation, it's not external harm. He can't hear me talking. Is it a curse or some disease?" Wang Ze waved his hand and pulled down the car window. Yu Yang's climate was wet and the water vapor was abundant. He stretched out his hand in the air. The water vapor in the air quickly cooled down and condensed, forming a cold water ball in his hand, and then condensed into ice. "No, I have to cool him down first..."

Just as he was about to snatch the ice hockey on Xuan Ji, Xuan Ji suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, the traces of burns on his body quickly disappeared, as if it was just Wang Ze's illusion.

"Director Xuan?"

"Mermaid's Word..." Xuan Ji opened his eyes, but his eyes were not focused on the focus. His voice was like a dream, and he murmured, "You can use the mermaid's Word to find people under the water."

Yanqiushan and his group had already sailed into the tomb passage in small boats. Two rows of "mermaid lamps" lit up on both sides of the narrow and deep tomb passage. Mermaid lamps are specialties of high mountain people. They can be burned in water and will last forever. The milky white halo sways coldly in the water, as if illuminating a road to hell.

"Fortunately there is a map," the snake skin's voice was very low, but it was still hard to hide its excitement. "Otherwise, the one flying out of the entrance just now would have to be a real sword and a real sword? I don't know what the 'last group of magic weapons' of the Gaoshan people look like, so there will be sword spirits, right? Then again, can the instrument spirits designate men and women? If it is..."

While he said, he was obscenely thinking about it. Yan Qiushan's face next to him darkened, and he faintly showed murderous intent.

"Shut up," Fortunately, the puppet girl interrupted him at this time, "What is there on the wall?"

I saw the mermaid lamp shining on the stone walls on both sides of the tomb passage. There seemed to be many human figures on the originally pitch-black stone walls, which were slim and indescribable.

“Is it… a mural?”

Yanqiushan was a master of art and brave. With one step on, he broke off a mermaid lamp from the wall. As everyone exclaimed, he raised the mermaid lamp and raised his hand to shine around.

"No, not painted on the surface."

The four walls of the tomb passage were not ordinary stones, but a kind of black crystal stone, translucent, and dark under the sea without light. When the mermaid lamp was hit, it showed a translucent texture, like a huge amber.

Several people saw clearly on the wall at the same time...the things in the wall, their pupils shrank slightly, and they had goose bumps.

There were many people in the translucent stone wall of the tomb passage.

Some were in ancient costumes, some were dressed in modern times, some were in professional diving suits, some were Chinese and foreigners, and some were inhuman and half-human and half-beasted... They were all frozen in the wall like flying insects trapped in amber, with specimens on their faces, with a surprising expression on their faces, very agile, as if they were still alive.
To be continued...