Conspiracy

Chapter 477
Yang Huanzhi's steps were unusually heavy for some reason, and he moved his hand from his abdomen upwards, covering his heart, and frowned.

I want to take a deep breath, but there is a dull pain under the ribs, so I slowly adjust my breathing.His body was suddenly sore and weak, and he leaned forward, with a 'click' sound, he knocked down on one knee, and put his hands and arms on the ground.

"hiss"

His forehead was dripping with cold sweat, as if a boulder had been pressed on his back, and even his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

'Yin Chen. Yin Chen Yin Chen'

Although he tried desperately to get up and shouted frantically in his heart, there was no sound in his throat.

The whole person was frozen in place, and gradually, the whole body seemed to be paralyzed, unable to move.

Just when he couldn't hold on anymore, his body and consciousness suddenly sank together, falling rapidly downward.

The ear is still silent, without any sound, as if he is really the only one left in this world.

'Is it dead?Am I really dead?I don't know if Yinchen is alright'

He didn't know how long he fell, his consciousness was chaotic, and his whole body went from excruciating pain to numbness of five senses.

His body gradually became light and fluffy, as if he had entered the previous chaotic state again.

His body seemed to be supported by a strange force, and the force that pressed him to death seemed to disappear.He lifted his eyelids and looked down, color flashed in a pair of black pupils, and a silver-blue light spot was reflected in the bottom of the pupils.

Yang Huanzhi floated in the air, looking around, there was a sea of ​​flowers below, those flowers were huge, and silver-blue light spots continuously emerged.

And in the center of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a large lake, its arcs are colorful, clear and clear, like a mirror, just like a naturally formed ink painting.

The fragrance of flowers floated into the tip of the nose, and the discomfort in the body suddenly disappeared.

In the middle of the lake is a stone building, and cigarettes are hidden in the second floor.

In the sea of ​​flowers below, he didn't see a path to follow, so he had to recover a little bit of physical strength and move towards the direction near the stone building in the lake.

Although he is dead, the pain is still there. If he falls again, he will not be able to die again no matter what, but it still hurts a lot.

'thump'

The sound of falling into the water woke him up a little. The water temperature was not as cold as he thought, but still had a little warmth.

Although he covered his mouth and nose, a little was still poured in.

His body is still weak, and he even thought that he would not be able to swim up, and his soul would return to the bottom of the lake.

Never thought that he could not help but float upwards.

As a result, Yang Huanzhi, who was in the water, suddenly regained his energy and went upstream with all his strength.

In a moment, he floated to the surface
He lay flat on the lake, dazedly moving the water beside him with his hands, but he didn't fall into the water again.

"It's so strange, is it possible that this is the Yellow Spring? And this water is the water of the Styx River?"

"It turns out that the water in the Styx River is like this, and people can float on the water without sinking."

Yang Huanzhi's eyes were filled with astonishment, he raised his eyes to look at the sea of ​​flowers, and said softly, "That's the flower of the underworld? Strange, why didn't you see the legendary Naihe Bridge and Sansheng Stone?"

This place seems to arouse Yang Huanzhi's curiosity, and he has been staying in this lake, he felt that the pain in his body has disappeared a lot.

And his heart was itchy, he lifted up his wet clothes, took a closer look, and saw that his injured part was healing itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was a tendency to scar.

Yang Huanzhi smiled wryly, "It turns out that the water in the Styx River is actually for the purpose of saving a whole corpse."

He estimated that about half an hour later, he moved his arms again, and when the discomfort disappeared, he seemed to have regained his life.

"It's not an option to stay here forever, it's better to go to the stone building to have a look."

Yang Huanzhi sighed in his heart and swam towards the stone building.

Because he calculated the angle when he fell into the water, the place where he fell into the water was not far from the shore.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they landed on the shore.

Just after climbing ashore, a sound of chanting scriptures and wooden fish came to my ears.

Yang Huanzhi suddenly became more and more puzzled, how could there be anyone in the underworld who recited Buddha's name?

Could it be that this place is not Huangquan?

His whole body was wet, and he was really uncomfortable. He took off his outer shirt, roughly wrung out the water from his body and hair, and did not forget to pour out the water from his shoes.

After tossing and tossing like this for a while, he walked towards the closed stone door.

This stone building is only three stories high, but it is as exquisitely crafted as the stone building in Qinyu Valley, without any trace of artificial polishing.

The sound of the wooden fish lingered in his ears all the time. He listened carefully, and his mood became calm and stable.

"Xiaosheng Yang Huanzhi, I have strayed into your realm by mistake, so I am bothering you. Please show up and tell Xiaosheng how to leave?"

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The sound of chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish remained above, but Yang Huanzhi never thought of breaking in. Instead, he stood quietly in front of the door with his hands behind his back, waiting peacefully.

Among Su Zhen and the others, Yang Huanzhi is certainly the most dull bookworm, but he knows the world but not the world.

He has a gentle and humble temperament, he doesn't like to fight, and he never speaks ill of others.

His eyes were locked on Shimen, but he was thinking about his father in his heart.

He is the only son in the family, his mother died when he was young, his father was unwilling to remarry, for fear that his stepmother would treat him harshly.

Now that he died, his father was old and had no one to depend on.

I hope that Yin Chen can leave Tan Yugu alive so that he can serve his father for him.

"Benefactor Yang, the door is open, come in."

The voice from upstairs stopped at some point, the deep and hoarse voice was like a stream of water from the lake flowing into the heart, warm and comfortable.

Lifting his eyes and looking up, he lowered his head slightly, put his hands together in front of him, bowed to the door for a long time, then paced towards the door, pushed the door open and entered.

There is no oil lamp in this stone building, but it is like daytime.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of bookshelves.

From the outside, the space inside should be very wide, but now there is only a narrow road for people to walk through.

Yang Huanzhi turned slightly when he walked by, for fear that the water on his body would soak the book or knock down the shelf.

He glanced at it, and all the books were Buddhist scriptures.

Along the narrow path, he successfully found the steps leading to the second floor.

The stone walls on both sides of the stone ladder are translucent, and white mist floats inside, hazy.

Yang Huanzhi was suspicious, but he never speculated.

I thought that the owner of this stone building was obsessed with books, so the second floor should also be full of bookshelves.

But when he opened the door, he was stunned.

The second floor is filled with the fragrance of medicine, and there are precious sporadic spiritual herbs everywhere, and the most eye-catching thing is a tree.

The tree is full of blue-purple flowers, which is very beautiful.

In the house, but it grows very well, in clusters, and the body is lush.

It looks a little deserted, but it is beautiful and refined.

He had seen Su Zhen draw it before, and she once said that it was her favorite flower.

This flower is named 'Blue Jacaranda'.

(End of this chapter)