Chapter 119 Dry Well Blood Ginseng Vine Human Face
The little white and pink fist was clenched tightly.
It’s urgent to find Sister Isatis.
`"Young master, to find her true self, you must first find the place where she is imprisoned."` The Heavenly Book reminded at the right time.
`"Those people act in secret, there must be some subtle clues."`
Xiaobai's big black eyes rolled around, and his tiny figure blended into the shadows like a ghost.
She thought of the maid who delivered meals to "Qi Songlan" every day.
The maid was a mute, and her eyes always revealed a numb fear.
Xiaobai decided to start with her.
Sure enough, not long after, the mute maid carried an exquisite food box, lowered her head, and hurried towards the remote courtyard in the west.
The west courtyard? It was almost deserted.
Xiaobai's mind moved, and his small figure followed silently like a cat in the shadows.
The maid seemed extremely frightened. She kept looking back and her steps became faster and faster along the way.
Finally, she stopped beside a dry well in the west yard.
She did not go near the residence of the fake "Qi Songlan". Instead, she placed the food box on the edge of the well, and then ran away quickly as if she was being chased by something.
eccentric.
Xiaobai frowned, flashed out from his hiding place and came to the dry well.
A faint chilly aura emanated from the wellhead.
She stood on tiptoe, holding onto the edge of the well with her small hands, and looked at the food box.
The lid of the food box was ajar.
Xiaobai stretched out his chubby little hand and gently opened the lid.
A strong, pungent smell of blood mixed with a strange medicinal fragrance hit my face.
What was in the food box was not a delicacy, but a piece of purple ginseng that looked like a jade carving.
But this ginseng was completely soaked in sticky, dark red and black blood!
`"Young master, this is the 'Soul-Eroding Blood Ginseng'."` Tianshu's voice suddenly rose, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.
`"The purple ginseng is soaked in the blood of creatures with deep resentment for 49 days, and then refined with secret methods. It is specially used to suppress and wear down the souls of cultivators! It is extremely vicious."`
Xiaobai's heart sank suddenly.
Use this thing... to feed it to Sister Isatis?
An uncontrollable rage was burning in her little chest!
She suppressed her anger and looked closely at the dry well.
The bottom of the well did not seem to be solid soil, but was paved with a huge square bluestone slab.
On the edge of the stone slab, traces of runes can be vaguely seen.
This is it.
Xiaobai took a deep breath and mobilized the innate spiritual power in his body that far exceeded the world's cognition.
The small palm pressed on the cold bluestone slab.
"rise."
A childish low cry.
She actually managed to create a crack in the extremely heavy bluestone slab!
At the moment the stone slab was moved away.
An indescribable energy wave suddenly spread out.
At the bottom of the well, there was not deep darkness, but a terrifying scene.
The entire wall of the well was suddenly covered with countless twisting and wriggling vines.
Those vines exuded a strange green light all over, and they slowly grew and intertwined like living things.
What was even more terrifying was that on each thick vine, there were fruits in the shape of human faces. The facial features of the fruits were distorted and their expressions were painful, as if they were souls trapped in the vines.
“Aaaaaaa…”
"Hehehe..."
“Help, ahhhh…”
"Hahaha……"
The next moment, hundreds of human-faced fruits opened their mouths at the same time, letting out sharp, piercing howls one after another.
The sound seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrums and pierce the soul, carrying with it endless resentment and madness.
The wind is howling and the air is filled with ghostly spirits!
"Oh no, it's the 'Haunted Vine'. Their screams can attract the guards.
"Young Master, quickly use the 'Breath-Concealing Talisman' given to you by your Second Senior Brother." Tian Shu shouted hastily.
Xiaobai was startled by this sudden change, but his face remained calm.
She quickly took out a talisman as thin as a cicada's wing from her sea of consciousness and injected spiritual power into it. The talisman instantly turned into a stream of light and merged into her small body.
Xiaobai's figure and breath immediately disappeared from the spot, as if they had never appeared.
The screaming sound still echoed at the bottom of the well, but it had lost its target.
at the same time.
Deeper underground, a dungeon buried deep under the glacier finally emerged.
Deep in the dungeon, the cold was bone-chilling and the walls were covered with clear and sharp ice crystals.
A slender figure was firmly locked by dozens of thick cold iron chains and suspended in mid-air.
The chain flashed with a faint blue runic light, and the sharp barbs pierced deeply into her scapula, blocking all the spiritual energy in her body.
It was the long-missing Qi Songlan.
Her face was as pale as paper, her lips were cracked, and her breath was weak, as if she would die at any time.
But at the moment when the ghost vine at the bottom of the well screamed.
Qi Songlan's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.
What kind of eyes were those? The originally clear and gentle pupils had now turned into strange, emerald vertical pupils with a metallic luster.
Cold, indifferent, and with an inhuman weirdness.
“Huh…”
An extremely faint moan, as if coming from the Netherworld, escaped from her throat.
At the same time.
The Qi family’s tall building was decorated with lights and full of joy.
Inside the room, in front of a luxurious dressing table, a "Qi Songlan" dressed in a gorgeous wedding dress was sitting.
She looked at herself in the huge, reflective bronze mirror carefully.
She has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a stunning appearance, exactly like the real Qi Songlan.
But those eyes would occasionally flash a barely perceptible stiffness and emptiness.
Suddenly, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing an extremely strange smile.
That smile was cold and satisfied.
However, what was horrifying was that the image reflected in the bronze mirror was not her in her wedding dress.
What was clearly reflected in the mirror was the person who was imprisoned deep in the ice crystal dungeon, with a cold iron chain piercing his scapula, and who had just opened his emerald vertical pupils - the real Qi Songlan.
The puppet outside the mirror smiled, and the real body in the mirror opened his eyes.
The weird scene is chilling.
At this moment, in the dungeon, on Zhen Qi Songlan's fair neck, a small mark shaped like the texture of an ancient tree suddenly became hot.
The wood grain seemed to come alive, emitting a faint red light.
"Ugh!" Qi Songlan let out a suppressed groan of pain, and his emerald vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
Almost at the same moment.
Next to the dry well in the west yard, Xiaobai, who had just hidden himself, felt a sharp burning pain on the back of his right hand!
"Ah!" Xiaobai couldn't help but let out a low cry.
She quickly spread out her hands.
On the back of the fair and delicate hand, a wood grain mark exactly the same as the one on Qi Songlan's neck was rapidly emerging, as if it had been burned by a red-hot iron.
The mark is clear and simple, revealing an indescribable sense of desolation.
Xiaobai was stunned.
What's this?
Why did this mark appear on both her and Sister Songlan?
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