After marrying Prince Mobei, the beauties were crazily criticized and favored crazily

Chapter 445 Lava 12
Speaking of blood, Ping An suddenly thought that Luo Xiyao planted a drop of blood behind their earlobe on each of them, and this drop of blood came from Bai Yanwen.

If the underground palace really relies on blood to identify whether it is a witch clan, then with Bai Yanwen's heart and soul, are they also a witch clan in the eyes of the underground palace?

Was it all related to this drop of blood that they were able to walk out of the blood pool safely, cross the underground river smoothly, and even when the human skin scrolls were chasing them, they were transported to the hanging coffins in the lava pool through the mechanism?

Then, there is an explanation for their disappearance.

The reason why Bai Yanwen didn't disappear was because he stood cautiously far away from the coffin, and the other people in Dongqi didn't have the blood of the Wu clan. For the underground palace, these people were all intruders.

But because of Luo Xiyao, both his master and he became members of the witch clan!

The underground palace is a place of trial for the witch clan. It is dangerous, but not fatal.

So, they should be fine.

Ping'an's ears were obviously fine, he insisted on saying that he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't go down in the fat man's arms, and insisted on following him to pick up the thin man and Ding Zhen.

Once away from the coffin and the Dongqi people, Ping An immediately told Fatty his conjecture, "Uncle Da Jin, do you think I'm right? If yes, will we disappear as soon as we get close to the coffin?"

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why haven't we disappeared?"

Ping An kicked his little feet and said, "Isn't standing in the right position? When Master and Uncle Helan fell, the opening in the ground was very small...maybe not as thick as Uncle Dajin's waist."

Speaking of this, he suddenly clapped his hands, and said pleasantly: "In this way, won't Uncle Da Jin not fall?"

If it wasn't for his reason, Jin Qiri really wanted to throw this poor boy out.

Looking back, Bai Yanwen and Bai Yanxin were still arguing.

It's best to have one leader, once they can make the decisions, that's what they will do.

Ping An said: "One monk carried water to drink, two monks carried water to drink, and three monks had no water to drink. They are the ones who are talking about it! You adults, you can be stupid sometimes."

The fat man didn't bother to pay attention to him, they quickly walked under the sacred tree, and the thin man was anxiously walking back and forth on the branches.

"Use the rope to put Doctor Ding down." The fat man raised his head and said.

The thin man said "OK", tied the rope around his waist neatly, put him down carefully, then jumped up, stood in front of the fat man and the young monk, and asked eagerly, "What's the matter? Master and Mr. Ke Why is it gone?"

"Don't worry, listen to me first." The fat man softly told the thin man about Ping An and his guess.

The thin man rubbed his hands, "In that case, shall we rush to touch the coffin? The mechanism may not be in the same place, but we have Bai Yanwen's blood on us. For the underground palace, we are also witches. I thought... we Going to touch the coffin is equivalent to touching the mechanism? Didn’t you say that Xiao Ke said before disappearing that the moment the coffin fell was also the moment when the lava pool mechanism was activated?”

"What about Dr. Ding and Ping An?" the fat man frowned.

Pingan stared, "Of course I am with you, are you going to abandon me? No! Absolutely not! You left, leaving only me and Grandpa Ding, isn't it equivalent to a sheep in the mouth of a tiger? People from Dongqi It’s good if we don’t want our lives, and they will definitely not care about us when we are in danger!”

If it wasn't for Jin Qiri's fat face being too serious, Ping An would have grabbed him by the collar and yelled, "Be sober!"
"You hold Ping An, and I carry Dr. Ding on my back." The thin man frowned.

"But..." The reason why they tied up Ding Zhen was because he started to feel strange after seeing the mirage bead. At this time, it is a hundred times better to faint than to be awake. If he is awake, they still worry that Ding Zhen will stab him secretly one knife.

"Back to back can't be enough?" Ping An whispered, "Grandpa Ding doesn't know martial arts, as long as his hands are tied firmly, and then tied back to back to Uncle Xiao Jin, he can't do anything, right?"

That's a good idea.

The fat man tied Ding Zhen up again, and put it on the thin man's back. Just in case, he stuffed the safety handkerchief into Ding Zhen's mouth, "Can you do it? If not, I'll carry it."

"Hurry up, the master and princess are still waiting for us!"

After walking a few steps, the fat man stopped again, tied Ping An in front of his body, and walked towards the coffin.

Seeing their weird behavior, Bai Yanwen asked in confusion: "You guys are..."

The fat man said melancholy: "There are only a few of us left. What if...we just don't want to be separated. By the way, after a while, I don't know what you can discuss? If not, then we can only come by ourselves."

Bai Yanwen stepped aside, "We didn't procrastinate on purpose, but we really didn't find a way to open the coffin. The coffin is here, and you can try whatever you want."

"Thank you." The fat man and the thin man looked at each other, and at the same time reached out to touch the coffin.

fantasy.

Luo Xiyao waited at the inn for the ugly witch Helan Linzhang and Mr. Ke.

"This is not a place to talk." Mr. Ke said, "Book a guest room, let's go upstairs and talk!"

Luo Xiyao said: "Okay."

This inn is very big. Mr. Ke told her that it used to be his grandmother’s dowry. Later, due to some reasons, his grandmother sold the inn. The owner of the inn has changed a few times, but the layout of the inn has not changed much. .

He familiarly asked for an upper room with a window overlooking the market.

Once inside, Mr. Ke opened all the windows, and He Lan Linzhang sat on the armchair behind the screen, poured a bowl of herbal tea and drank it all in one gulp.

The coachman took people to check the house inside and out, and when there was no problem, they guarded each other to prevent the partition wall from having ears.

"I heard from Mr. Ke that you want to go back to Devil's Valley?" He Lan Linzhang pouted his chin, the lower half of his face without lines was a little pale, and he looked very tired.

"Yes." Luo Xiyao nodded and said: "Mr. Ke said that I probably lost my soul in the Devil's Valley. If you want to summon the soul, you must go to the Temple of the Witch God to pray for blessings, and it is best to go to a place near where the soul was lost." The Witch Temple. In this way, only the Witch Temple outside the Valley of the Devils can."

Helan Linzhang looked at her with great interest, "I can promise to call back your soul for you, but... what can you give me?"

Mr. Ke glanced at He Lan Linzhang disapprovingly, and said, "Miss Luo Jiu, don't get me wrong, the benefits that the witch asks for are not what he wants, but to give to the witch first." As if worried that Luo Xiyao would not understand, he again He explained: "It's like fulfilling a wish after praying to Buddha. For us, witches are like gods and Buddhas."

Luo Xiyao said: "Since that's the case, shouldn't I fulfill the wish after recovering the memory of the child? Your shamans don't need to make offerings before doing things, do they?"

He Lan Linzhang suddenly jumped up, approached Luo Xiyao, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be disrespectful to witches."

"I'm not from Dasheng, and my beliefs are different from yours." Luo Xiyao said lightly, "I don't think it's disrespectful to ask questions. It's precisely because I respect your beliefs that I ask this question."

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room, and the lines on He Lan Linzhang's face became even redder. He looked at Luo Xiyao for a while, "Leave the city after sunset!"

(End of this chapter)