Back to the Snow

Chapter 341 Many Deaths in Luohua Temple ([-])

Looking through the opened hole, it was pitch black inside, like a bottomless black hole.

Su Yunruo took the torch next to him and handed it to Luo Xi.

So, Luo Xi held the torch and walked in front.

Behind, Cang Zhe was holding a lantern with Su Yunruo.

Walking slowly down the stairs to the second basement floor, I felt more and more cold.

That kind of cloudy, wet, coldness that penetrated his clothes and penetrated to the bone marrow made Su Yunruo unconsciously lean on Cang Zhe beside him.

In the dark and damp underground, the sound of ticking water can be heard from time to time.

With the torch in hand, Luo Xi's eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. Only then did Luo Xi look around and see the situation here clearly.

The occasional cages, as well as the place that looks like an execution platform in the distance, all show that this is an underground execution place!

"I didn't expect there to be such a place in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace!" Cang Zhe's voice was not loud, but it made the enclosed underground space vibrate especially, echoing from far or near.

And these words were also in Luo Xi's mind.

He painted for so many concubines in the harem, and he came to Longchao for so many years, but he suddenly realized that he didn't even know a single corner of the harem.

Moving on, I saw the mass of white in the distance.

Beside the white, the little gray fox kept scurrying around, making pitiful and aggrieved cries.

My heart suddenly stopped at that moment!
Luo Xi didn't care about anything, and hurried over!

The same goes for the two men behind him.

At this moment, no matter what the elegant and gentle royal painter, no matter what the calm and steady head of the imperial hospital, or the old man of Tianshan who sees the dragon, they are all rushing towards the whiteness like a panicked child.

However, when they approached, everything came to an abrupt end.

That white, so quiet.

Like a white water lotus blooming in the dark and damp water prison.

A white dress floats on the water, blooming.

In this dark and damp water prison, it looked extraordinarily strange.

(End of this chapter)