Chapter 79: Hundred Worm Holes (1)

He subconsciously took a moment, straightened up, and put Xuan Merci on the stone wall and pulled it in front of him.
This is about the first time he realized what it means to be cautious. Although he was very clear in his heart, Xuan Mercy was different from ordinary people, and it was not a paper-made body.
Xuan Mian's back was scratched several times by sharp stone walls, some deeper and some just scratching the skin, but Lin Lin always looked quite shocked at first glance, and blood and blood quickly covered his back.
Xue Xian hasn't seen blood. He has seen wounds that are more than 10 million times larger, and even suffered them in person. But when he saw the fine wound on the back of his hand, he felt numb. Yes, some are not so comfortable.
The past that proactively troubled him when I first met Xuanyi seems to have become a thing of his life, and he can't even remember it.
"It doesn't matter." Xuan Merci, like Xue Xian, happened to be a person who didn't take his wounds seriously. He drew his hand back and patted Xue Xian's shoulder with the other hand, saying: "Have you hit your shoulder bones?"
"It's missing a lot. Where did the bone hit it, don't shrink your hands." Xue Xian said very perfunctoryly, his mind wasn't behind him at all, he just pinched his ring finger and little finger with his skin intact and without wounds. The hand to be pulled back and dragged in front of himself.
Xue Xian frowned, and was about to lower his head. Xuan Mian's eyes quickly supported his forehead with the other palm, stopping him from continuing to lower his movements lightly.
"Don't make a fool of yourself." There was a hint of helplessness in Xuanyin's tone.
"What a joke?" Xue Xian was pressed against his forehead and looked up in fog, asking, "Why do you stop me?"
Xuan Mian's dark eyes looked at him, and he ceased to speak, silently.
Xue Xian blinked, and then he realized, "Do you think I want to ..." Licking the wound twice as before?
Xuan Mian's eyes moved, and he didn't speak, apparently it was the default.
"I want to be beautiful!" Xue Xian was so embarrassed and angry, but when he saw the back of Xuanyin's blood-stained hand, he lost his temper and said, "I just want to get closer and see if I can find a way to make you shattered The flesh heals quickly. Just in case my dragon spirit is hesitated, after all, my body is full of treasure. "
Hyun Mercy: "..."
Xue Xian felt that there was nothing wrong with this sentence, but Xuan Merci didn't know what he thought of, and his look was unnatural for a moment, but he recovered quickly.
He pulled his hand away and looked away, pointing lightly at the road ahead. "It's just scratching. It doesn't hurt, let's catch up."
Of course, Xue Xian knew that the scratching wound was trivial to him and Xuan Merci, and naturally he didn't do anything stubbornly. After all, apart from Longyan, for a while, he really couldn't think of anything to make Xuan Mercy flesh fast. How to heal.
He allowed Xuan Mian to withdraw his hand, and followed Xuan Mian and walked forward.
The place where they fell was like a cave in a deep mountain. There was a deep stone road extending from where they stood. The stone road was extremely narrow, and the stone walls on both sides were inclined. The narrower, the top part seems to have been closed together.
Xue Xian and Xuan Mei walked one after the other because they were both tall and had to lower their heads during the walk.
"Blood." Xue Xian glanced at the sharp stones protruding from the side of the stone road.
The blood stain was smelt of rust, it was very sticky, and the color was black. It was by no means fresh blood from Xuan Mian's hand. Presumably it was the "person" who came over before accidentally bumping on the stone path,
Not only that, even the uneven ground seems to be impregnated with this old blood. When you step on it, the sole of the shoe can always feel some uncomfortable adhesion.
"Well." Xuan Meng walking in front responded again, "The blood on the ground is thick and many people should pass by."
"More than one person" and "many people" have different meanings. When Xuan Mian said this, his voice was sober, and he obviously felt that the blood and mud accumulated on the soles of the feet was somewhat unexpected.
This is by no means an effect that one or two people can get out of, nor is it seven or eight people. If half-condensed Chen Xue drops from the body while walking, and wants to accumulate the effect of this stone path, there must be at least a hundred people or more.
The sky where Xue Xian and Xuan Merci had landed before was still a little leaked from the top, but in this narrow stone road, the light became dimmer that day. After turning around a corner, the stone road suddenly widened a bit, but the dim sky was completely blocked from the outside, and everything was visible in front of him.
Fortunately, Xue Xian's eyesight is so much better than that of ordinary people, so that in such darkness, he can still recognize some blurred outlines. He took two steps forward, and wanted to reverse the order with Xuan Mian, but just about to make a few forwards, Xuan Mian grabbed his wrist precisely.
Xue Xian: "..." The tube is so wide, do you have long eyes?
However, this kind of feeling of being noticed by Xuan Mian at all times is not bad, so although he was helpless on his face, he slowed down the steps honestly, maintained a side by side with Xuan Mian, and did not stubbornly walk around. Go ahead and lead the way.
After two shoulder-to-shoulder walks in the dark and dark narrow stone path, a sudden step appeared suddenly at their feet. As they walked down to that level, the stone walls that were squeezing their bodies on both sides were suddenly empty, as if suddenly widened.
However, Xue Xian's steps were suddenly abrupt.
He grabbed Xuan Mian's arm, forcibly dragged Xuan Mian who was still going forward, and his fingers quickly wrote the word "wait" in his palm.
Xuan Merci realized that he stopped motionless.
They lowered their breaths and their eyes swept around in the darkness.
It is not difficult for them to do things silently on weekdays. But the blood on the stone road just passed by was too sticky. Even if I deliberately suppressed the footsteps, I still couldn't avoid some small sounds. And the stone road was extraordinarily quiet, and even the slight friction of the clothing was amplified a lot.
So those small movements were beaten back and forth by the dark stone road, forming a superimposed echo, but inadvertently covered up some other small movements.
At this point, the movement stopped, and the slight movement of Soso was highlighted, becoming more and more clear in the ears of the two.
It was a sound similar to a dragonfly dripping with water, light and fast, but very dense, one after another, as if there was no end. Maybe it's because the sound hits the stone wall and is constantly being beaten back. Maybe it's something else. This sound comes from more than one place, but spreads all around.
No matter the top of the head, the sides, or the front, the slight sound of the soothing sound became more and more clear.
Suddenly Xue Xue remembered something, his face changed, and Chong Xuan sympathized, "Is there any fire?" Ignite.
Even though his voice had been reduced, his voice still became an extremely abrupt sound. He was beaten three times by the stone walls everywhere, echoing quietly in the stone road.
The lingering aftermath didn't fall. The slight ringing around suddenly stopped, and then suddenly became crazy, and even brought a "buzzing" vibration sound, like something ... general.
Xuan Mian realized what he was doing when he found out the fire inch. So the moment he struck the flame, the splitter threw out the fire.
boom--
Too many sounded at the same time.
I saw countless dark shadows rushing from all directions, slamming at the bean fire. Some even brushed past their cheeks, and the wind that fluttered their wings had a moist moldy smell, and there were some fine powder.
Xue Xian scowled in disgust, pinching a rushing shadow in the dark.
As soon as he touched his fingertips, he gave a snorting sound, and threw the black shadow backhand. He twisted his fingers, only to feel that his fingertips were also stained with the dry powder on the shadowy wings and became somewhat slippery. He frowned fiercely, and was about to open his mouth, but he heard Xuan sympathy coldly: "Moth."
That's right, it's the moth.
Although the fire of that bean is just extinguished by thousands of white shadows in mid-air, it still allows Xue Xian to sweep the general structure of the place now--
This is a more spacious stone cave. The surrounding walls are curved, like a melon clasped on a stone plate.
There may be holes in the curved stone wall, and the thousands of white moths were previously hidden in the stone wall, or shrunk in the holes, or lie down on the stone, waiting for people to watch.
Even when Xue Xian was in the shape of a dragon, he very much hated this kind of disturbing quiet thing, not just moths, as long as it was such an endless bug, he was tired of it.
Not to mention the human form, when he thought of the moths still rubbing over his face, his face was gloomy.
The fire inch discarded by Xuan Mian was wrapped in a string of formed by numerous moths, and after a while, with a crackling sound that made people feel uncomfortable, the moths that were stuffed with fire fell on Ground.
At the same time, more fan wings sounded from the surrounding stone walls.
"What a horrible place in this ghost place!" Xue Xian annoyed.
"Stay back," Xuan Merci said, and once again found out a piece of fire, but at the same time he also offered his string of copper coins.
嚓
A bean sprout rose from the top of the fire inch strip between his fingers, reflecting his long fingers.
boom--
The overwhelming sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded, and huge black shadows formed by countless moths rushed towards the two with their heads covered.
I saw Xuan Mian swiftly touch the copper coins, and then the index finger snapped the coin surface, a metal buzzing sounded suddenly, and the wind blew from Xuan Mian's wide sleeves. Suddenly the flames grew and grew in the wind, like a fire dragon, rushing straight out, whistling and coiling in this arched stone room. Moths flew straight wherever they passed.
The outrageous fire dragon and thousands of moths entangled in the air, and the whole cave became bright and dark.
Xue Xian looked at the moth that fell like a rain, and was so disgusted that he glanced unbearably.
"Wait, the characters are carved on the wall." His eyes happened to fall on the stone wall beside him, and he saw that the unevenness of the moth's hiding place was not a hole, but a character who did not know when it was carved.
He pulled Xuan Merci, moving his fingers down the characters on the wall one by one, and eventually stayed somewhere, and read the words at the end: "Hundred Worm Holes ..."
Hiss-where have you heard?