The altar of the Hui family was very high. Ming Luo looked down from above and saw that the stone steps were densely packed and fitted together tightly. Each step was carved from a whole piece of rock. The gray-black color was cold and inhuman, just like this family.
Ming Luo stood at the edge of the altar, with heavy guards below, and her every move would be monitored.
She trembled and threw the rabbit fur cloak left by Hui Jianzhi under the altar. The rabbit fur cloak was very beautiful, made of red brocade, embroidered with gold thread, and with soft white fluffy edges. It was luxurious and cute. In Hui Jianzhi's eyes, this was the most suitable clothes for Mingluo.
In fact, Huijianzhi didn't know why he gave this robe to a prisoner. When he saw this cloak, the first thing that came to his mind was a beautiful woman in white clothes as white as snow, standing on a high platform with a stubborn look in her eyes and shrouded in the rosy glow. Then he couldn't help but give this robe to Mingluo.
At this moment, Ming Luo's every move was clearly seen by Hui Jianzhi using the magic curtain. When Ming Luo walked tremblingly towards the edge of the platform, he was worried for a moment that she would jump down, but she didn't. She was stubborn and refused to bow her head, even throwing away the last bit of kindness he left for her.
Hui Jianzhi looked at Ming Luo's shivering appearance and couldn't help but sneer. He waved away the curtain in front of him and ordered the maid to go up and give Ming Luo a life-extending pill.
In this way, Ming Luo took a life-extending pill every day and was left alone on the platform for three days and three nights.
During the day, Mingluo took off his white robe and covered his face with it to block the scorching sun; at night, Mingluo covered himself with the white robe to protect himself from the strong wind.
Fortunately, there was no heavy rain in the past three days. With the nourishment of the colorful skirt and the life-extending pill, Mingluo's health actually improved little by little. Although his whole body was in pain and the spiritual power in his body was constantly dissipating into nothingness, he at least had the strength to move freely.
In other words, Ming Luo, who is now on the high platform, is not a powerful cultivator of the fourth stage of Tongbi, but an ordinary human with mortal body and no ability. If it were not for the protection of the colorful skirt, she probably would not be able to withstand even the scorching sun and the biting cold, let alone continue to survive on the empty altar for three days without food or water.
Mingluo sat on the ground, looking up at the clouds rolling in the morning. Although the clouds were beautiful, she could not feel at ease at all, because she had too many people to worry about.
There was no news from Ye Zhihan, and Mingluo was very worried that he might have encountered an accident, otherwise he would not disappear for no reason.
Su Zhen was seriously injured and her life was in danger. That night, she was bled to irrigate the scroll. When I saw her for the last time, she was already on the verge of death.
Although Xiaobai did not suffer any fatal injuries, his legs, arms and voice were disabled, and it is unknown whether he was sent for treatment.
The coward Fat Peach is a social animal. His alert points are full and his attack is basically zero. No one knows where he is or whether he can protect himself.
There is also the little tiger in her sea of consciousness. Ever since she made rapid progress and reached the fourth stage of Tongbi within a month, it has fallen into a deep sleep and has not been able to be awakened until now.
Ming Luo forced a wry smile, straightened his messy hair, and continued to sit on the altar in a daze.
She remembered that in the chaos of the ancient ruins, they entered a door that only shadows could pass through. On the jade tablet in the center of the ruins, there seemed to be an inscription of the confrontation between the ancient shadow demon and the ancient true god. Ye Zhihan stood there and watched for a long time.
What's strange is that after Mingluo woke up, the words on the jade stele disappeared, but now she saw the words on the jade stele on the scroll again. Could it be that Huijianzhi transferred the contents of the jade stele to the scroll?
Speaking of this scroll, Ming Luo kept searching for useful information in her memory. During the cross-border selection competition, Ye Zhihan told her that the Hui family was originally a small family. The ancestor of the Hui family obtained supernatural powers in an ancient temple and controlled extremely powerful talismans. It was the talismans that helped the Hui family become one of the six major families in the Suma continent.
Could the yellowed scroll in Hui Jianzhi's hand be the talisman scroll that Hui's ancestor took out from the temple?
There is also the shadow power gate in the chaos. Huijianzhi and others do not have shadow power. Did they rely on the scroll to enter the ancient ruins where the jade tablet is located?
The more Ming Luo thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. All of these things seemed to be related to the great war tens of millions of years ago, and were even more closely related to the ancient shadow demon.
If the dragon clan had not been destroyed, Mingluo might have been able to find the dragon clan ancestor Ling Yu at the Cinderscale Spring to ask for clarification, but now she knew nothing. Everything seemed to be shrouded in fog, revealing only a few clues but preventing Mingluo from seeing clearly.
Mingluo stretched out his hand, wanting to grab everything in front of him.
"What are you thinking about?" Ming Luo suddenly remembered Hui Jianzhi's voice behind her. She was frightened and was about to stand up, but Hui Jianzhi held her shoulders.
Ming Luo did not answer. She looked into the distance without raising her head, only glancing at Hui Jianzhi out of the corner of her eyes to see what this moody weirdo was trying to do.
Strangely, Hui Jianzhi paid no attention to Ming Luo's feigned indifference. He sat beside Ming Luo, holding his rabbit fur cloak. From a distance of one meter, they looked in the same direction and spoke to himself, "This place is just a cold, empty shell. Everyone is calculating their survival, and everyone is suspicious of others. Isn't this world very different from yours?"
Mingluo turned her head to look at him. This man had actually picked up the rabbit fur cloak again. Could he be going to have a chat with her about life and the worldview on a high place? If Mingluo heard correctly, there seemed to be a hint of envy in Huijianzhi's tone.
She had a gloomy face, and because she hadn't slept for many days, she had heavy dark circles under her eyelids. She looked lifeless, and her tiredness made her look even older. In addition, because she was too thin, Ming Luo didn't look young at all, but instead had a sense of vicissitudes of life.
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