Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 619 The Pit is 117 Meters Deep and Desperate (10)
"Xiao Liulang... Liulang!"

After being yelled at by her so strangely, Song Yan was also nervous.

"Little widow, you said that I will be poisoned later, won't you also be called cousin six? ... so embarrassing!"

Mo Jiu was speechless to her: "Are you expecting to be poisoned?"

Song Yan thought about it carefully, "You can give it a try, if you are willing to let him detoxify me."

"Beautiful idea!" Mo Jiu said, and said in a low voice: "Pass the gas mask."

The current technology is not enough, this "gas mask" is basically made by hand, before entering the tomb, there are only a few ready-made ones, the rest are still immature, and there is no anti-virus powder made by Xiao Liulang inside, which is equivalent to useless.

Mo Jiu asked people to pass two of them along, one for Song Yan, one for Peng Xin, one for himself, and the others for Shang Ya, Fang Jiran and others, and there were nothing left.Of course, the reason why she didn't give Yujia is very simple, she has already been recruited, so there is no need to waste it.The only blame is that she has the most noble status, but the weakest concentration and the most lustful nature.

"Juzi, Mo Jiu!" Peng Xin called out suddenly.

Mo Jiu turned her head and saw that Peng Xin seemed not feeling well. She took off the "gas mask", her face reflected in the dark fire was as pale as a female ghost, and her voice was inexplicably shrill like a ghost. .

"I smell the dead..."

dead?Mo Jiu was stunned.

Could it be that she guessed wrong, that smell is not a love potion that only works on women?

She opened the bottom of the "gas mask", took a few deep breaths, let the strange smell linger around her nose again, then closed her eyes, faintly feeling that her mind was floating, but she didn't feel any "dead smell". .

Could it be that Peng Xin is so talented?

Rubbing Wugan's nose, she asked, "Saint, where does the smell of the dead come from?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just that someone is going to die." Peng Xin's voice was faint, inexplicably frightened when everyone was terrified, "That person must have been very happy before he died, and died very quickly... ..."

The weird words made Mo Jiu's complexion change.

Peng Xin is the saint of Miaojiang, the master of witchcraft.

Could it be that her feelings are really predictable?
Mo Jiu paused slightly, and tightened Xiao Qian's arm, his voice was a little urgent.

"Quick, everyone go up the mountain!"

Everyone knows that something is going to happen, and they dare not delay in the middle, but people will never know how great their potential is unless they face extreme danger.With such nervous urging sounds, the speed of this group of people was at least twice as fast as before.Mo Jiu glanced back, licked the corners of his dry mouth, and found that his forehead was already wet with sweat.

More than 100 people are under her orders.

If something happened, she said it didn't matter, and she felt uneasy in her heart.

"It's here, Juzi!"

The person who explored the way at the front was Mo Wang.

Starting from the foot of the mountain, he dragged Fang Jiran up to the top of the mountain without saying a word, and said with some doubts in his dark eyes, "There is a platform on top, and there is nothing there, only a stone mound in the middle... ..."

Mo Jiu was not far away from him, and before he finished speaking, she had already stepped onto the platform on the top of the mountain with the help of Xiao Qian.Sure enough, as Mo Wang said, this is a huge circular platform, made of stone, but painted black, like an enlarged version of "black chess".Two-thirds of the place above the platform is open, and there are eight directions around it, each with a stone pillar, which symbolizes the direction of the gossip.And the third of the middle is a stone mound that seems to be carved out of a whole stone.

She put on the gas mask and stepped forward slowly.

Xiao Qian reached out to stop her, "I'll go."

"It's okay." Mo Jiu glanced at him, then changed his words, "Together."

He didn't object anymore, and walked to the front of Shizhong with her left and right.

It was another exquisite work of art, and Mo Jiu couldn't help admiring it.

This is indeed a monolithic stone mound, in the shape of a circular arch.They went around the mound again and again, but they didn't find a half-built gap on the top of the stone mound. If it wasn't made whole, then the craftsmanship of this mound can be called a miracle.

The stone mound is circular, but it also faces south.Because, at the southernmost point shown by the compass, there is a stone tablet with two simple words written on it.

"Yangzhong!"

(End of this chapter)