Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"Gao Zhijian, what are you talking about? Could it be that you mispronounced it?" Chun Xiaoman looked at the beige book in the other's hand with a puzzled expression.

The content that came out of the other party's mouth was messy, and she really couldn't understand what she was talking about. What was lifeless and dead, and what was born in her dantian?

Why did his own son climb out of his body, is he still a human being?

A strange thought popped up in Xiaoman's mind. "Is the person who wrote this book a lunatic like Senior Brother Li?"

Gao Zhijian, who felt suspicious of his companions, put his hands in his pockets and continued walking silently against the wall. "Humph"

Chun Xiaoman was just about to pull Bai Lingmiao to follow, but as soon as he touched Bai Lingmiao's hand, he felt that the other's hand was very cold.

"What's wrong? Miaomiao?" Hearing Chun Xiaoman's question, Bai Lingmiao, who had a bad face, shook his head and followed Gao Zhijian's back in the distance.

Walking and walking, after a while, there is another book. This seems to be a place for books, but the content of this book is more obscure and difficult to understand than the previous one. It is better not to read it.

"Miaomiao, how come there are these weird books in your ancestral hall?" Chun Xiaoman asked to the only living Bai family.

This place doesn't seem to be dangerous, but whether it's those white lotus flags or the content of the previous book, it always feels weird.

Just ask what kind of person would build such a big place under their ancestral hall and make all these messes. If you disturb the ancestors of the ancestral hall above, are you not afraid that the ancestors and ancestors will come to curse people in their dreams?

Bai Lingmiao paused for a while before answering, as if trying to remember something. "I don't know. I'm a woman. I used to worship ancestors and never let me in."

At this moment, Gao Zhijian in front of him stopped again, his tall body stood there in a daze, so that the two behind him didn't know what was in front of him.

"Ma." Gao Zhijian rarely stuttered.

Bai Lingmiao suddenly released Chun Xiaoman's hand, walked in front of Gao Zhijian, and looked up at the ceramic horse head that was bigger than his own body.

The horse's head was lifelike, as if it were real, and the horse's two eyes were staring straight ahead, making anyone standing in front of it feel enormous pressure.

Bai Lingmiao walked under the horse, and when she touched the smooth and hard body with her hand, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes. This feeling was so familiar.

"This porcelain horse is really big, what kind of stove is needed to burn it." Gouwa said with emotion.

"Huh?!" The surprised Chun Xiaoman turned to look at the dog who suddenly appeared, "When did you come?"

"Why can't I come? Seeing you running here one by two, I thought you were sharing the spoils without telling me." Gouwa looked around the ceramic horse.

"Junior Sister Bai, your Bai family used to be in the business of ceramics? How can you sell such a big horse for twenty or thirty taels of silver?"

As soon as he turned around, he just collided with a figure in the dark, and he suddenly shivered with fright.

After seeing that the figure was just a ceramic man with no head and no arms, he scolded the other person with a kick.

"I've been here before." Bai Lingmiao's voice attracted everyone to look at her.

Bai Lingmiao stared at the tall horse, trying to recall those very vague memories. "My grandfather brought it here, when I was very young."

"I cried that day and wanted to ride a horse, but my grandpa said it was too dangerous to ride a real horse, so he brought me here to let me ride this terracotta horse. I had a great time that day."

As he spoke, Bai Lingmiao's brows furrowed, "I seem to remember that this horse flew up, and it took me to play in the painting, it was very lively there, there were many adults and children playing with me! Yes! Here! There are paintings!"

Thinking of what Bai Lingmiao quickly turned around and rushed to the side of the darkness, the others were shocked and quickly followed.

Before taking a few steps, they saw Bai Lingmiao stop in front of a wall. There are paintings on the wall, but the paintings are all pure white lotuses blooming on the black water surface, and there are not many people she said before.

"What on earth is this place?" At this time, Bai Lingmiao remembered what Senior Brother Li seemed to have said to him, as if he was saying that the Bai family had done something bad.

It's just that she was completely shocked by the great despair that her whole family had passed away, and her emotions were almost collapsed, and she didn't notice this at all.

"No, how could it be. My grandfather...my father and my mother" Bai Lingmiao thought of the perfect image of her family in her heart, with a hint of hesitation on her face.

"Look, that little lotus flower on the wall is actually an oil lamp." Gouwa took out a fire box and leaned over to light it.

As the white lotuses gradually lit up, everything around them gradually lit up, and the whole picture of the entire underground hall was gradually revealed in front of them.

The first thing that attracted attention was the fresco at the front of the main hall. The fresco was huge, and there was an incense burner in front of it, which was enough to prove the importance of the fresco in the heart of the original owner.

On the mural are painted six lifelike black horses, with a blooming white lotus on the black horse, but there is nothing on the lotus.

Originally, the background color of this mural was bright yellow, but on the lotus flower, a twisted area is very strange without even the background color, directly exposing the uneven adobe wall, which is extraordinarily abrupt~www. wuxiamtl.com~ After reading the fresco of unknown meaning, they began to look around the entire hall.

The entire hall is rectangular, with a height of two feet.

It seems that there is another underground village underground in the entire Niuxin Village.

The top of the wall is painted with various beautiful patterns, most of which are dominated by white lotuses, and the lower end is set off with jet black.

Coupled with the three huge black ceramic horses in the center of the hall, and the hundreds of unfinished ceramic portraits around, this scene made Gouwa's jaw drop in shock. "Tsk tsk tsk, isn't the emperor's palace so imposing?"

Seeing that there was no danger at all, Gao Zhijian put down the mace in his hand, scratched his head and looked at Bai Lingmiao beside him in doubt.

"Miaomiao? What's wrong? Your face looks so bad? Do you feel uncomfortable? Why don't you go up first?" Chun Xiaoman asked in a soft voice while supporting Bai Lingmiao.

Bai Lingmiao shook her head and gently pushed Xiaoman away, looking at everything around her with a complicated expression, looking for the memory that vaguely existed in her memory.

Bai Lingmiao thought about it, and saw a vague figure of a child appearing among the ceramic figures around.

She wears a tiger head hat, tiger head shoes, and a padded jacket, and her big pink eyes are very cute.

"Big daddy!"

The child staggered forward, and when he was about to fall, he threw himself forward and fell into the arms of a smiling old man.

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