Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

"According to the direction of the hexagram, this should be the exit channel, but it was blocked."

Yuanxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, she knew a little bit of gossip, but this position definitely didn't look like a living door that followed King Wen's gossip map.

Instead...

The location of the dead door.

Qiang Mo naturally saw the doubt in the latter's eyes, and the corners of his lips curled slightly and explained:

"This place is indeed set up according to King Wen's gossip map, but you didn't find that something is not quite right?"

After Yuanxi heard it, he looked around again, his eyes flashed suddenly, Tan mouth opened slightly, and he said:

"The positions of Qian and Kun are reversed..."

So... the whole gossip map is reversed.

The young man saw the clear flash in Yuan Xi's eyes, and knew that the latter had already reacted.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, and this reversed gossip picture is really... rare.

Lifting steps first stepped into this passage, followed by Yuanxi, followed by the village chief who had taken the initiative to climb up, and Ye Su at the back.

Qiang indifferently walked in the passage, stopping from time to time, turning around, deliberately avoiding certain places.

Looking at the material of this passage, it is definitely not built in modern times, it should have existed here a long time ago.

As for the material used to seal the passage opening, depending on whether it is old or new, it should have just been sealed recently.

And the altar in the sealed space…

It seems like a long time ago.

Walking all the way, suddenly stopped.

Ignoring the suspicious expressions of the few people behind him, the jade flute in his hand transformed again and inserted it towards the mud wall on one side.

The jade flute mixed with a trace of spiritual power instantly broke a hole in the wall.

I saw a row of steps slowly going up in front of everyone.

The youth's expression did not change in the slightest, as if he had expected the scene inside.

The people of the Ming clan do not eat rice.

Perspective, she has been playing since she was born.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he turned his head and said to the two girls:

"You take him out of here first. Go up this step and you can go straight to the well in the village."

Yuanxi looked at the boy and said:

"how about you?"

Qiang Mo gestured to the unfinished passage in front of him, hooked his lips and said:

"I want to continue to look at the things ahead."

Yuanxi frowned slightly, obviously a little worried, but it disappeared after a while.

She knows the strength of this guy, and the passage of a mausoleum altar can't help the dignified Lord Mozun.

At the moment, he no longer struggled, and took Ye Su to drag the man from the passage to the stairs.

Go towards the light.

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The teenager in the passage glanced at the three people who had gradually disappeared, and turned to look at the passage that was still in front of him.

The thin and cool color in his eyes was even worse, and the chuckle on the corner of his lips was still hanging, and he walked slowly towards the endless darkness in front of him.

…

After I don't know how long I have walked, the faint light from the entrance has completely disappeared.

When you can't reach your fingers, it seems like it's in the middle of the night, making people feel a gloomy atmosphere for no reason.

However, Qiang Mo's face did not show a trace of fear, on the contrary, there was a trace of interest.

The ghost flute was transformed into the hand, and the white spiritual power on the jade flute was particularly conspicuous in the dark, directly illuminating a small area around it.

There aren't any air outlets here like the outside world, but there is some flow of fresh air.