Boom!
The stone door was closed tightly by the fat man with all his strength.
"I'm dead, I'm dead, this time I'm really finished!"
As soon as the door was closed, the fat man turned around trembling, and kept repeating the three words "I'm dead" in his mouth as if he had gone crazy. With the faint light from the flashlights held up by Zhang Jinya and Rosa, I could see that the fat man's fat face was already pale, and even the fat on both sides of his cheeks was trembling slightly.
What is outside? Why did the fat man get so scared?
I was closest to him, and I was very curious. I quickly reached out and grabbed the fat man and asked him: "What happened? Tell me in detail!"
"Outside, outside, outside...outside, much, much, much..."
When the fat man spoke, his teeth were constantly trembling, "click, click, click" and colliding endlessly. He couldn't say a useful sentence for a long time, which was really frustrating!
I don't know what happened to scare the brave fat man like this!
"Look at your lack of ability!"
The old madman glared at the fat man and said unhappily: "If you can't do it, stay away from me!"
While speaking, the old madman raised his finger and pointed at me: "Ge family boy, go and take a look at the situation outside!"
I had this idea for a long time!
Looking at the fat man like this, I guess he was really confused and couldn't get any useful information for a while, so I might as well go and take a look myself. At that moment, I pushed the fat man away, took two steps at a time, went up and rubbed my hands on the mossy stone door back and forth, wiped off some of the slippery moss, until I felt that the friction between my hands and the stone door increased a little, and then I started to push the door!
Who knew that at this time, the fat man actually grabbed me!
"Don't open the door!"
When the fat man saw that I was going to open the door, he immediately became anxious and spoke more fluently: "Duolun is outside, and there are many ghost soldiers, with long guns and short guns, it's a big scene!"
The fat man spoke anxiously, but it was too late. I pushed the stone door open with a force!
Duolun?
After I heard what the fat man said, I was subconsciously stunned.
Then, the flames of hatred enveloped me. The hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable!
However, I also know that this is not the time to fight. If I rush out regardless of everything, it doesn't matter whether I live or die. Anyway, I am also a rotten life. I have been alive until now, just for the word revenge. But it will implicate the fat man and others, and pit everyone.
The hurricane passed, and only the grass remained; the night is approaching dawn, and the darkness is even more intense!
I kept repeating the sixteen words that Qing Yi had warned me, and I exhaled several long breaths in a row before I finally suppressed the anger in my heart. Finally, I ignored the fat man's pull and put my head close to the crack of the door.
Outside, there is an underground palace. The thin light shield supported by the Heart of Atlantis covers the underground palace, supporting the soil above to prevent landslides. With the milky white halo emitted by the light shield, I can see that there is an open place like a garden outside, and where I am now is a rockery on the southeast side of this garden!
The workers who built this underground palace actually dug the secret passage under the rockery in the back garden of the inner forbidden palace when they escaped. I have to say that this is really a very hidden method!
This should be the most magnificent underground palace I have ever seen. It is a miniature version of the Atlantis Palace in the Poseidonia ruins. It is just a back garden, but it is built in a very stylish way. The pavilions, terraces, and palaces are all the same. The architectural style is somewhat similar to Gothic architecture. It belongs to the Western classical architectural style, which is very luxurious and exquisite.
People say that the most magnificent underground palace in our country should be the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. The scale of the suspected tomb alone has reached the standard of the mausoleum of ordinary emperors. The real Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, with real terracotta warriors and horses, and mercury forming the eye-protecting river, is as luxurious as the Afang Palace.
Although I have never seen the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, in fact, no one has seen the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang so far, but I think that the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang is probably the specification of the underground palace in front of me, which has almost reached an extreme!
However, the yin energy here is a little too heavy!
To be precise, it should be very heavy!
The ground was filled with wisps of white mist, which was Yin mist, just like the mist from a jar of old wine that had just been opened.
It was precisely because of the heavy Yin energy that this place looked a little gloomy!
And, most importantly, the murderous aura here!
Yes, it was murderous aura. If you use a more elegant word to describe it, it would be murderous!
Because this back garden was full of Yin soldiers!
Teams after teams of soldiers wearing thick steel armor and holding strange-shaped guns patrolled the back garden.
To be precise, these should be Yin soldiers.
Their faces showed a kind of sickly paleness, without blood color, with empty eyes, staring straight ahead. This look showed that they were unconscious things, not living things!
In the middle of the ghost soldiers, there is a hall that looks very large. No one knows what is brewing in the hall. You can feel the very strong energy fluctuations from a long distance. The energy fluctuations even make people instinctively feel dangerous because... it can destroy everything!
But all of this has nothing to do with me.
At least, it has nothing to do with me at this moment. My eyes are not big and can't accommodate the whole world. At this moment, I only have eyes for the figure standing at the door of the hall.
Dressed in black, of medium build, with a soft face and crow's feet at the corners of the eyes.
What a familiar face...
This face has been in my dreams for thousands of times.
My longing for him has not decreased for a moment, but has increased day by day, just like carving it in my heart with a carving knife, and I can't forget it no matter what.
At least, I can't remember how many nights I have woken up from my dreams of him and found that my pillow was wet with tears.
During the day, I dare not cry, because I am a man, with a strong spine supporting my waist. I cannot cry out when the sky falls and hits my shoulders, and I cannot say I am afraid when the ground sinks and I fall hard.
However, every time I dream of him at night, it always pokes the weakest part of my heart, and my tears wet the pillow.
Yes, I miss him, I always miss him, and I can never let him go, because he is my closest relative, my only closest relative.
Unfortunately, the man standing on the steps with his hands behind his back now, although he has a face that I will never forget, his face no longer has a warm smile, only coldness, pride, and arrogance that despises everything, and he no longer has the aura of being approachable, only the aura of darkness.
There is a piece of black cloth covering his right eye.
I blinded that eye.
That knife was the most difficult knife I have ever swung in my life. I am a person who never mind hurting others, and I would rather kill thousands of people by mistake than swing that knife.
That knife was actually cut into my own heart. I have shed too much blood and understood too much.
Yes, my father has passed away after all. The one standing on the steps and looking down at the ghost soldiers is Duolun.
I gritted my teeth and tightened and loosened my hands on the Baipi Knife, forcibly restraining the urge to draw the knife!
"Boy, come back!"
At this time, the old madman's low roar sounded in my ears, and then I felt a strong force on my collar, pulling me back directly. Because I was caught off guard, I sat on the ground with my butt. The dark passage was extremely humid, and the ground was almost all mud. When I sat down, mud and water splashed everywhere, and a lot of it splashed on my face, which was cold.
"Boy, everyone's life is difficult. Don't mistake impulse for courage. The real courage is to face the bloody fate and to be strong enough to bear everything."
The old madman looked at me coldly and said lightly: "You are still too young. Remember, there is a knife above the word "endurance". If you can't learn to endure, you can't use this knife, so you can't kill people, let alone kill their hearts!
Killing sword, heart-piercing knife...
Hey, this word "endurance" is the most powerful weapon!"
After saying this, the old madman suddenly turned around and looked at Yuan, and his eyes became complicated at this moment.