Volume 1 Huangquan December, Chapter 68: The Shadow of the Blue Lantern
Dai Luan felt that she was lost again.
No, this time it's not as simple as getting lost, it's more appropriate to say that I'm in trouble.
She came to a place that looked like an attic. The space inside was darker than before. There was an indescribable light fishy smell in the air. It didn't look like blood or fish. It was a strange smell mixed with moisture and rot.
the taste of.
Several light cyan light butterflies followed her in, and the room became a little brighter. She vaguely saw many strange-shaped black shadows, which were unnaturally distorted. She didn't know if it was because the light source was moving. But she felt very strange.
No, because she could hear many small sounds around her, like the rubbing of leaves, like water waves hitting the river bank, or like fingers tapping quietly on the wooden table. All kinds of sounds were mixed together without rhythm.
, are all very weak.
A very ominous sound and a very ominous atmosphere.
She knew that she was by no means alone here.
A few drops of cold sweat gathered on her forehead. This was almost the scariest time since Aluan was born. In the past, she had seen many monsters and monsters, and it could be said that she was accustomed to them. Only this time, she was alone, facing Lian Shaping.
There are so many unknown things, and the fear of the unknown occupies almost all of my energy.
This joking tone and anti-customer style clearly told them that this person was not only fine, but also very fine. The woman nodded slightly in the direction behind them, and Shan Hai turned around, subconsciously wanting to take a look at the original person.
Kari Gondo was standing there, but he disappeared at some point.
I know you are looking for me.
The woman spoke, her voice soft, cool, and briskly echoing in the space.
Shan Hai bowed respectfully.
See the Master of Death Shadow Pavilion.
Mu Wan didn't know what to do and was a little at a loss. She kept looking at the mountains and sea, clumsily imitating his salute.
Is this the Death Shadow Pavilion? She asked him in a low voice.
Death Shadow Pavilion has never been a place. Woman smiled. You know my concubine - you know who I am, and you also know that the rumored master of the pavilion is not the master of the pavilion.
Yes. I would venture to speculate that that person is one of your confidants, but we have never met him.
Well, you are lucky. He has been very busy recently, so I personally took over.
As she spoke, she smiled again, her voice empty and crisp, like rain and dew dripping into a quiet pool, creating broken ripples.
