half demon glass

Chapter 342 Wanjing Pavilion

After Feng Jiuqing said this, I became even more curious about where I was going next.

I don't know where the paper sedan is heading now. The temperature in the sedan suddenly became lower and lower. I opened the paper curtain again curiously, and was shocked to find that there was a sudden rush of light in the dark forest. There were layers of white mist.

The white mist covered most of the road ahead, and the tombstones that were old, crooked, and even incomplete were looming under the white mist, making the already gloomy forest even more eerie.

"Feng Jiuqing, you didn't bring me into the mass grave, did you?" I shrank into his arms with chills on my back.

He lowered his head and glanced at me, "You have even seen a thousand-year-old monster who is neither dead nor demon, are you still afraid of this thing?"

This is true.

The me now is no longer the Yin Liuli who just walked out of Luofeng Village and doesn't understand anything.

Although those millennia-old evils are so powerful that I can't beat them, but ordinary ghosts, demons, etc. are really not my opponents.

It's just that the deeper the place is, the more strange it becomes. One after another, strange and suspended figures gathered in the white mist, and some even followed around the sedan chair.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time, so that when we visit, there will be such a big commotion.

I looked curiously at these figures in the white mist, and found that some of these shadows were like tombstones, their bodies were incomplete, some of them were translucent, and some even retained the tragic state of death, densely packed shadows Together, it can't help but be a little scary.

The clothes worn by these figures are even more strange, covering almost every dynasty, even the Republic of China, but they are not modern.

I hid this doubt in my heart, and just wanted to stick my head out to see how long it would take to arrive, but before my head was halfway out, I was dragged back by Feng Jiuqing.

"Yin Liuli, you are a pig, do you know where this is? If I hadn't brought you with me in a paper sedan chair, you would have lost your soul if you lost your mind here."

When he said this, I was even more amazed, "Feng Jiuqing, don't tell me, the place you are taking me to is the underworld, and this is Huangquan Road!"

"Don't worry, you are not dead yet, the underworld is not that easy to enter, but this place is almost like the underworld." He replied with a lot of thoughts.

The paper sedan drove for another two or three minutes in this gloomy forest. When I stopped, I found myself on a cliff among the cliffs.

Feng Jiuqing took my hand and slowly walked down from the paper sedan chair. I looked around curiously and found that the white mist that blocked the way just now had disappeared.

It seemed that after entering this narrow cliff, the white mist and those figures were all blocked out.

Compared to the woods full of corpses outside, there is not even a single living weed in the cliff, and this place is more like a deadly enemy.

On the cliff, there is a small cave. On the stone at the entrance of the cave, there is a scrawled plaque engraved with the three big characters Wanjing Pavilion.

I immediately associated these three words with the Sutra Pavilion used to store scriptures, and when I asked, Feng Jiu gave me a blank look.

"This scripture is not that scripture. The scriptures in Wanjing Pavilion mean passing."

"In this world, many people, monsters, ghosts, and even corpses with extremely high cultivation will come to the Wanjing Pavilion to make deals before they pass the catastrophe."

(End of this chapter)