Yang Huanzhi's steps were unusually heavy for some reason. He moved his hand upward from his abdomen, covering his heart and frowning.
I wanted to take a deep breath, but there was a dull pain under my ribs. I slowly adjusted my breathing. My body suddenly became weak and weak, and I leaned forward. With a "thump", I knocked down one knee and pressed my hands and arms to the ground.
.
"hiss......."
There was cold sweat on his forehead, as if a huge boulder was pressing on his back, and even his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
'Yinchen...Yinchen...Yinchen...'
Although he desperately tried to get up and screamed crazily in his heart, no sound came out of his throat.
The whole person was frozen in place. Gradually, the whole body seemed to be paralyzed and unable to move.
Just when he could no longer hold on, his body and consciousness suddenly sank together, falling rapidly.
There was still silence in his ears, no sound at all, as if he was really the only one left in the world.
'Am I dead? Am I really dead? I don't know if Yinchen is okay...'
He didn't know how long he had been there, his consciousness was in confusion, and his whole body went from excruciating pain to numbness.
His body gradually became lighter and lighter, as if he had entered the previous chaotic state again.
He seemed to be held up by a strange force, and the force that was pressing him seemed to disappear. He raised his eyelids and looked down, a pair of dark pupils flashed with color, and the silver-blue eyes reflected
light spot.
Yang Huanzhi floated in the air and looked around. Below, there was a sea of flowers. The flowers were huge and silver-blue light spots kept emerging.
In the center of the sea of flowers, there is a large lake. Its arcs are colorful, distinct, and as clear as a mirror, just like a naturally formed ink painting.
Waves of floral fragrance wafted into the tip of my nose, and the discomfort in my body suddenly disappeared.
In the center of the lake is a stone building, with smoke curling up from the second floor.
In the sea of flowers below, he didn't see any path to follow, so he had to regain some strength and move toward the stone building in the lake.
Although he is dead, the pain is still there. If he falls again, he will not die again no matter what, but it will still hurt a lot.
'thump'
The sound of falling into the water made him sober up. The water was not as cold as he thought, but still a little warm.
Even though I covered my mouth and nose, some of it still came in.
His body was still weak, and he even thought that he would not be able to swim up and would completely sink to the bottom of the lake.
Who would have thought that he would float upwards involuntarily.
As a result, Yang Huanzhi, who was in the water, suddenly felt energetic and headed upstream with all his strength.
Within a moment, he surfaced...
He lay flat on the lake and moved the water beside him with his hands in a daze, but did not fall into the water again.
"How strange. Could it be that this is the Yellow Spring? And this water is the water of the Styx?"
"It turns out that the water in the Styx is such that people can float on the water without sinking."
Yang Huanzhi's eyes were full of surprise. He raised his eyes to look at the sea of flowers and said softly, "That's the Flower of the Underworld? Weird, why didn't you see the legendary Naihe Bridge and Sansheng Stone?"
This place seemed to arouse Yang Huanzhi's curiosity, and after staying in this lake, he actually felt that the pain in his body had disappeared a lot.
There was some itching in his heart. He lifted up his wet clothes and took a closer look. He saw that the injured area was healing on its own at a speed visible to the naked eye, and had a tendency to scar.
Yang Huanzhi gave a bitter smile, "It turns out that the water from the Styx River was actually used to help people preserve their bodies intact."
He estimated that nearly half an hour passed before he moved his arms again. When the discomfort disappeared, his whole body seemed to have regained a new lease of life.
"It's not an option to stay here all the time. It's better to go to the stone building and have a look."
Yang Huanzhi sighed in his heart and swam towards the stone building.
Because he had calculated the angle when he fell into the water, the position where he fell into the water was not far from the shore.
Within half a quarter of an hour, they reached the shore.
As soon as I climbed ashore, the sound of chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish reached my ears.
Yang Huanzhi suddenly became more and more confused. How could anyone recite Buddha's name in the underworld?
Is it possible that this place is not the underworld?
His whole body was wet, and he felt really uncomfortable. He took off his coat, roughly wrung out the water from his body and hair, and did not forget to pour out the water from his shoes.
After struggling like this, he walked towards the closed stone door.
This stone building is only three stories high, but it is as uncanny as the stone building in Qinyu Valley, without any trace of artificial polishing.
The sound of the wooden fish always lingered in his ears. As he listened carefully, his mood became calm and stable.
"Young student Yang Huanzhi accidentally entered your realm and caused a lot of trouble. Could you please show up and tell me how to leave?"
"..."
The sound of chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish were still heard above, but Yang Huanzhi never thought of breaking in. Instead, he stood quietly in front of the door with his hands behind his back, waiting calmly.
Among Su Zhen and others, although Yang Huanzhi is the most dull and boring bookworm, he is very knowledgeable about the world but not worldly.
He has a gentle and humble temperament, does not like to fight, and has never said a bad word to anyone.
His eyes were locked on Shimen, but he was thinking about his father in his heart.
He is the only son in the family. His mother died when he was young, and his father did not want to remarry for fear that his stepmother would treat him harshly if he married.
Now that he is dead, his father will naturally have no one to rely on in his old age.
I hope Yinchen can leave Qin Yugu alive so that he can serve his father for him.
"Donor Yang, the door is open, come in."
I don't know when the sound from upstairs stopped. The deep and hoarse voice seemed like a stream of water from the lake flowing into my heart, making it warm and comfortable.
He raised his eyes and glanced above, lowered his head slightly, put his hands together in front of his body, and bowed to the door for a long time before walking towards the door and pushing the door open.
There is no oil lamp in this stone building, but it seems like daylight.
As far as the eye can see, there are bookshelves lined with bookshelves.
From the outside, the space inside should be extremely wide, but now there is only a narrow road for people to walk through.
Yang Huanzhi turned slightly sideways as he walked by, fearing that the water on his body would soak the books or knock down the shelf.
He glanced at it and found that all the books were Buddhist scriptures.
Along the narrow road, he successfully found the steps leading to the second floor.
The stone walls on both sides of the stone staircase are translucent, with white mist floating inside, hazy.
Yang Huanzhi was suspicious, but he never made any assumptions.
I thought that the owner of this stone building was a bibliophile, so the second floor should be filled with bookshelves.
But when he pushed the door open, he was stunned.
The second floor is filled with the aroma of medicine, and there are precious flowers and herbs everywhere, and the most eye-catching one is a tree.
The tree was full of blue-purple flowers, which looked beautiful all of a sudden.
Although it is inside the house, it grows extremely well, with clusters and lush body.
It looks a bit deserted, but elegant and refined.
He once saw Su Zhen draw it, and she once said that it was her favorite words.
This flower is called ‘Blue Jacaranda Flower’. This chapter has been completed!