Huachengs breath is warm, but the words are listening to peoples hearts.

Hidden in the hall?

After the light stone fire was read, Xie Li immediately grabbed the flower city.

Of course not because of fear and embarrassment. Rather, if someone is hiding here, but they are not aware of them, it is definitely a powerful role. If he is told that they have found clues, they may fall into passive. If only Huacheng is holding him, so close, it is easy to provoke doubts, both of them are stunned and look normal.

Thanks to peeing around without a trace, whispering: "Where do you think?"

There is only one door to the entire hall, which is the way they come in. The temple was empty and unobstructed. There was no box for Tibetans. Except them, there were only the temple servants who became petrified.

The two whispered at the same time: "shell."

The interior of these petrified people is hollow, that is, it can contain things inside.

Can't hide, but you can hide ghosts!

After confirming this, they thought about going together. Thanks to pity, they wanted to talk, and they looked up inadvertently. They looked at a petrified person at the back of the flower city and suddenly collapsed.

It seems to be a young man with a high status. Because the petrochemicals recorded the death of the Wuyong people, most of the postures were trumpets or huddles. This one is a very small number of standing figures. However, it is not his appearance, but his face that makes him pity.

Although the face is vague, but still can be seen clearly, this petrified person's face, on the left is a half-bent smile, but on the right, it is half a cry!

Xie pity said: "This is it!"

He raised his hand and smashed it out. Huacheng said: "Brother?"

The petrified man was crushed by him, leaving only one empty shell. However, there is nothing at all. Xie pity did not dare to let go, rummage in the debris on the ground. Huacheng grabbed his hand and said, "Brother! What did you see?"

Thanks for raising a few pieces of debris, said: "This petrified person, his face... is a white mask."

Huachengs face changed slightly, but he still said: Wait.

He put the pieces together and made a complete face. When they look at each other, they are all silent.

Fang Cai, Xie Li saw clearly a half-cry and a half-faced ghost face, but now the face of Huacheng spelled out, but it is very vague, and is no different from other petrochemicals.

Illusion? Still in the illusion?

If you sit still, you wont get an answer. The two searched in the hall and broke all the petrochemicals. They didnt find more clues. After a moment, I felt that someone might have taken the mountain at the moment and decided not to Ming Pei, etc., to go straight to the summit.

The mountain of this copper furnace seems to have a strange attraction. The two tried it. The silver butterfly can't bring people here. I am afraid that the sword will not work. Therefore, it can only be climbed on foot. As the road climbs higher and higher, the mountain road becomes steeper and colder. First, I stepped on a thin layer of snow. The thicker I went, the thicker I was. I couldn't have half a boot. After the two hour, I have not seen snow knee, climbing more difficult.

Due to a large number of walking, and Xie pity feel cold, but a thin layer of hot sweat, pink face, reveals little blush. He raised his hand wiped the sweat, was about to go back to the Flower City to speak, suddenly a foot space, two feet short of the whole person out of thin air!

Fortunately, Flower has been behind him, seems well prepared, he will pull easily put up, he said: "Brother careful."

Xie pity stood on his side, and then looked back at the place where he was trapped. It was actually a large depression, revealing a dark hole and nowhere to go. As long as Xie did not pity timely Pazhu edge, or the Flower City and slower movements, certainly he fell out. Huacheng said again: "This mountain is full of pits. Its okay to follow me slowly. My brother is going too fast."

It turned out that the mountain under the snow was very fragile. There were large and small potholes everywhere. I dont know how many, and I dont know how deep. Huacheng actually remembers the location of these pits. Thanks for giving a sigh of relief, he proposed: "Okay. Then let's get closer. Some snow screams can't be yelled. If you accidentally encounter something, you can't help out..."

Who knows, the voice has not fallen, just heard a roar from above: "There is no end -!"

"..."

Which dear friend dared to yell at this steep and steep snow-capped mountain? !

Thanks for looking up and looking up, I saw that there were two small black spots in the white snow that covered the world. One of them holds a longbow, and the other is holding a long knife. The other person is holding a long knife and slashing the wind. The feathers are blocked, and the blade winds are all wrapped in a layer of aura. Both of them are rushing to each other. Shouting, the man with the knife shouted: "I said that the kid was killed by someone else! I am also looking for them!"

Actually it is the south wind and the shake!

Its too late to think about why they are here, thankful and sorrowful: Shut up! However, he responded promptly and swallowed before he shouted. If they rush out like they are, and the three people are facing each other, can this snow mountain be stretched? ? ?

Huacheng held his arm and raised one eyebrow. He said: "They don't know that roaring in the snowy mountains may cause an avalanche?"

Thanks to pity: "This... not so stupid! It should be known, but they are like this, nothing is angered!"

The south wind and the swaying were extremely annoyed, and they were playing at the edge. Because the distance was too far, they couldnt hear clearly what was going on, and they did not find the following newcomers. Xie pity wants to rush to open two people, can accumulate snow and seal the mountain, and the snow is full of deep pits. I cant get there at once. I ran two steps and it was empty at the bottom of my feet. I almost fell off the pit and had to close the foot: No. Let them fight like this, stop them!"

The voice just fell, a silver butterfly pulled out from behind him, and the arrow generally swept upwards, thanking me for a moment, then the heart was wide, and the dark road was a good idea! They can't go up immediately, let the dead butterfly fly up and pass a word, can't it?

The silver butterfly was so fast that it rushed to the side after almost three sounds. However, thanks to the fact that there is still no word, I will see the city face a cold. He was not aware of it and said: "What happened?"

The smiles on the lips of Huacheng disappeared, and the look seemed like the snow-capped mountains were generally cold. Thanks for asking, "What's wrong with Saburo?"

Huacheng's lips were slightly moving, but he still didn't answer. Thanks for the sudden sigh of no reason, he looked up and looked up and widened his eyes.

On the towering snowy mountain wall, there was a large white mountain, and the trembling collapsed.

The south wind and the swaying over there also sensed this silent pressure, both of which looked up, and finally realized what was going to happen.

The next moment, the mountain is like a thousand miles of dykes, a thousand miles, with a wave of snow and whistling, rolling down towards them!

Really avalanche! ! !

Xie pity grabbed the hand of Huacheng and turned and ran. I ran two steps and thought of the two above the avalanche peaks, slammed, and looked back, sure enough! Both of them refused to fight, and they fled together. They ran away without two steps. They stepped into a pit and the body collapsed. The white snow buried in the chest. The south wind ran faster than him. He also looked back and hesitated. He seemed to want to go back and save. However, just as hesitant, a large snow wave has already been killed!

Just before they were about to be swallowed, Xie pity threw out the evil. The white scorpion was long and smashed out, and it immediately caught the swaying and southerly winds, and took them out of the snow. Huacheng glanced at them, with anger in his eyes, saying: "Brother! Leave them alone, leave it alone!"

Xie pity firmly grasped the evil, dragging the two men and running: "No! It will be buried for a hundred years!"

Huacheng Shen Sheng: "It's too late!"

Thankful, "What?!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw the overwhelming white shadows of the head collapsed.

Thanks to the south wind and the swaying of the footsteps. The cold, heavy snow and waves rushed and rushed him and Huacheng.

Xie Li was rushed to the west, mixed with white waves, turned over several fights, and actually struggled. However, the amount of snow that collapsed was too large, and the impact was too fierce. From time to time, I didnt have to thank my head and bring a sudden suffocation. Xie pity finally shouted: "Sanlang!" Finally, I couldn't stand it, and was swallowed up by the huge stream of ice and snow.

......

I don't know how long it took, Snow Mountain finally calmed down again.

For a long while, in a flat snow, a snow arched twice and suddenly broke out a hand.

The hand squatted on the snow, and then he got an arm and arched a shoulder. Then he had a head and covered his face with broken snow. When he came out, he took a deep breath and coughed again and again.

Not long after, this man finally climbed out of painstakingly, licked his head and sat down on the snow next to him.

It is thanks. The feeling of burying himself from a thick layer of snow is almost the same as staking himself out of the grave. Xie's face and hands were all red and almost numb, and he sneaked a few times. He took a few hot breaths and looked up.

In the white snow, I did not find the dazzling red.

However, you can't find out where you are when you can't find pray. If there is another avalanche, it will be finished.

He had to stand up and walk alone in the snow and ice, and whispered as he walked: "Sanlang? Saburo? South wind?

Its strange to say that its clearly on the same hill, but now hes walking alone, it seems to be much colder than when he was with Huacheng. If the evil does not know when to let go, thanking the pity is very strange, if the evil should not let go, even if he let go, if the evil will entangle him, how can this be?

He felt that something was wrong, but he couldnt figure out where it was, or walked away in confusion. I don't know how long it took, and in front of the snow, suddenly came a person. White-haired brunette, hunting in the wind, head down, slowly coming.

When I saw the pedestrian, I thanked me with a slight joy and greeted me. "This friend! You..."

He just finished the words and the man raised his head. On the face, it was a white mask, half smiled and half cried.

Thanks for being punished by a person, yelling out!

When he called out, he opened his eyes and sat up. After a respite, he was shocked to discover that at this moment, he did not walk alone in the snow-capped mountains, but lying in a black space.

It turned out to be a dream.

It's no wonder that the dream always feels that something is wrong, thank you for your long breath and wipe your forehead cold sweat.

After a while, I found that the stone that seems to be under the grass is hanging on the waist side. If the evil is clearly wrapped around the hand, thank you for your heart and mind, holding up a palm of your hand and illuminating where it is. The first time: "Sanlang? Are you there?"

Who knows, when the fire shines, he immediately discovers that in the darkness next to him, there is actually a person standing silently.

This horror is not small, thank you for a cold sweat when you boarded, and immediately grasped the heart. Standing alone in this closeness, he can't be unaware of it anyway!

However, after a closer look, the cold sweat disappeared. It turned out that this is not a living person, but a stone statue.

Moreover, this is not a petrochemical portrait formed by the bodies of the victims after the volcanic eruption, and it is obviously a statue from a human hand.

Thanks to the palm of my heart, I was more and more convinced.

The place where he lies is a grotto for spiritual practice. He has been quietly rehabilitated in this place, so it is no stranger. Then, what is offered in the cave is not an ordinary statue, but a statue.

The statue stands in an arched cave. It is long and graceful, graceful and graceful. The right hand is pressed on the hilt of the long sword on the waist. The streamline of the pleats is very delicate. However, there is a very strange thing.

The face of this statue was covered by a layer of veil.

The gauze, like a haze, flows, even though it covers the face of the god, it is very weird, but it is not ugly, but it adds a mysterious beauty. But Xie has never seen anything like a **** hiding his face. He subconsciously reached out to remove the veil. Suddenly a voice came from behind him: "Brother."

Thanks and pity, I turned back and saw the scene of the grotto. I dont know when a red figure appeared. It was the flower city.

He immediately threw the face of the **** behind his head and greeted him: "Sanlang! Great, I was still thinking about where you are. Nothing? No injury? The avalanche was too sudden."

Huacheng walked in and said: "No problem. What about my brother?"

Thanks to the pity: "I have always had nothing to do. What is this place?"

When he went out, he discovered that this world is far more than just a small cave. There is also a gallery outside, which looks short and doesn't know where to go. Xie Pian has long been accustomed to Huacheng to answer all doubts. However, this time, Huacheng said: "I don't know. Most of it is under the snowy mountains."

Thank you for your pity: "I thought this is the sanctuary you asked for Saburo. Even you don't even know where this is?"

This is really the first time. Huacheng has several pits on the mountain road and remembers how to go, but I don't know where it is. This cave is not small, has he never seen it before?

Xie pity could not help but feel a little strange, but did not ask too much, raised the palm of the fire a little higher, said: "How did we come here?"

Huacheng also called out a few silver butterflies, let them shine with a light, faintly flying, whispered: "The avalanche is empty, and it is out of the pit."

I can only think so, or someone can only get them here. When I got here, I couldnt help but think of the dream he had just done. The back was slightly cold and he remembered something. We are here, what about the south wind and the sway?

Listening to him mentioning the two people, there was a twilight flash on the face of Huacheng, and then they didnt care about the tunnel: "Its buried in the snow. Dont worry, its the official, you cant die.

Thanks to the pity and laughter, said: "Although it is impossible to die, but if no one has put them out, it will be uncomfortable to be buried for decades. Maybe they also fell in? Or look for it here first. Sanro, before your silver butterfly went up, did you hear what they said?"

Huacheng smiled and said: "Its nothing more than quarreling. Can you hear anything good?"

Xie pity always feels that it is not so simple, otherwise there is no way to explain why the face of Huacheng suddenly changed after the dead butterfly flew over. Even now, when Huacheng laughs at them, his eyes are extremely poor. But since he did not say it, he couldnt ask more questions, and the two walked along the promenade.

After a while, I discovered that the terrain of the caves under the snow is far more complicated than they think. It is not a road to the end, but a lot of roads leading to different sizes of grottoes.

In every cave, there is a statue. These gods are young, and young people have it. Each pose has its own merits, lazy and lying, like drunken leaning, sitting in danger, holding swords and dancing... The costumes are also ever-changing, Chinese clothes, plain clothes, shackles, half-red... and the standards are different, some crafts are poor, extremely rough, there are The exquisite anomaly, fine to the point of horror, should not be from the hands of the same craftsman, but the number, the richness of the pattern, is spectacular. Thanks for the way, I couldnt help but marvel and said: "This is a Wanshen Cave! I dont know who chose to make a cave here? It must be a devout believer."

However, all the gods have a strange common ground. They are covered in a layer of gauze. Some are directly covering the whole body, only revealing the skirt or the feet. Its strange to thank you. I want to take the veil of the next statue to see what is on his face. Huacheng is behind him: Brother, dont recommend it.

Thanks for turning back, Qidao said: "Why? Saburo doesn't think these gods are weird?"

Huacheng took the hand and walked up, saying: "It is because of the weirdness, so it is best not to. If this face is covered, there must be a reason for him to cover it. The head is the place where the human body is gathered. If it is taken down, let These weird gods have gathered in the aura and dont know what will happen."

After a pause, he said again: "Isn't your brother looking for your two servants? Since you haven't found it, don't move them now, so as not to have more branches."

Although these words are singular, they are not unreasonable. If you take the following yarn to wake up these gods, it is not fun at all. Xie Li is not a person who owes a hand, think about it or let go of his hand, saying: "I just curious about what these gods are."

What is strange about him is that with the character of Huacheng, he is not afraid of many branches. If he wants to see it, he will see it. He did not expect to use this reason to persuade him.

Huacheng underestimated the authenticity: "This is the Wuyong national territory, perhaps the image of Prince Wuyong, it is not unusual."

Thanks for the pity: "I am afraid not."

Huacheng Road: "Oh? Why?"

Thanks to him, he said: "From the murals we are chasing all the way, the costume styles of Wu Yong and Wu Yong people are distinctive. After all, it is a country two thousand years ago. It is both ancient and rough, and there is a little wild. Its not the same as the costumes of these gods. So, I think these gods may have nothing to do with Prince Wus. Even, it may not be from the hands of Wuyong.

Huacheng smiled and said: "Is it? My brother is very careful."

Thanks for the slightest smile, said: "No, no. Just, the style of these gods, regardless of the details of the carvings, costumes, or the streamlines of the clothes, are more like the style of later generations, and I compare Familiar...the style of Xianleguo."

Huacheng raised an eyebrow and said: "It seems that my brother's accomplishments in this area are also quite profound."

Thanks to the pity: "Where, where. The gods look too much like this, there will always be a little bit of it."

Although I don't know why, but he instinctively, from the beginning, Huacheng seems to be somewhat wrong. When it comes to this, he finally realizes what is wrong.

That is a faint tension.