Ling Dabao was anxious in his heart, fearing that in the past few decades or even a hundred years, the one he loved would have grown old and might even have turned into a handful of loess.
This loess turned into fine sand. Grain by grain, it disappeared with the wind. In the end, even the complete body and bones were hard to find.
Ling Dabao was desperate and didn't even look into it carefully. Why did the old capital become like this? If only a hundred years had passed, the old capital would still be the old capital. It's just that the people inside were different. Absolutely not, it would have turned into such a terrifying situation.
scene.
The city walls are stained with blood everywhere. Even after a hundred years, the place is still filled with the pungent smell of blood.
Anyone who understands will know that there have been natural disasters and man-made disasters here. Judging from this scene, these man-made disasters account for more.
But Ling Dabao did not delve into it at all, nor was he afraid of any hidden dangers in the old capital.
"It's so fast!" Mr. Yan saw a blurry figure in front of him, but for just a moment, his pity eyes turned into shock.
The speed of that figure was so fast that it was far beyond the scope of light industry. It was more like flying in the clouds and mist.
"this......"
In just a blink of an eye, that figure crossed the city gate and entered the old capital from ten miles away in a dozen steps.
"This...is really a person from the Immortal Sect..."
In this world, in the world where he was, no one could step into the old city from the desolate plains ten miles away in a dozen steps.
There is no light skill in this world that can do it, not even Mr. Yan and Aunt Gongsun can do it.
Probably, only the immortal sects that have rumors in the secular world can do this.
Before Mr. Yan could react, Ling Dabao disappeared from sight and stepped into the darkness.
By the time he reacted, it was too late.
"Son!" Mr. Yan shouted quickly, trying to stop Ling Dabao and stop him from leaving alone.
But no matter how Mr. Yan shouted, there was never an echo from within the city wall that blocked the light.
This made Mr. Yan stunned and even held his breath for a long time.
If Ling Dabao was worried about Zhou Youluo and lost his sense of proportion and went first by himself, how would he enter the old capital?
Even though he is now a great martial arts master, he still dare not go there alone for fear of encountering the scene he saw many years ago.
After about a cup of tea, Mr. Yan came back to his senses.
When he regained consciousness this time, Mr. Yan's expression changed again. Because he knew that he was wasting some time by delaying. At this moment, with Ling Dabao's speed, he might have gone far.
"drive!"
Mr. Yan took a deep breath and drove the carriage towards the old capital. At the same time, he prayed again in his heart that his adopted son would be waiting for him on the other side of the city gate.
The horses raced faster, and smoke billowed out from the desolate land. This ten-mile journey took a lot of time for a horse-drawn carriage.
After a long time, the carriage stopped. Mr. Yan raised his head and looked at the decaying city gate in front of him that was shaking slightly with the wind. He looked at the darkness inside and swallowed.
Back then, his junior brother died in this place, with his hands cut off and his chest pierced. Now, he is standing here again. After twenty-eight years, he is standing here again.
The darkness in front of him seemed to be spreading forward, filling his entire eyes. His pupils seemed to have lost all light.
At this moment, Mr. Yan could feel drops of sweat rising unconsciously, dripping from his forehead, across his cheeks, and then dripping from his chin.
The sound of dripping was clearly audible, like raindrops ringing in my ears and falling continuously.
Mr. Yan took a deep breath, then, with trembling legs, climbed out of the carriage, and then, holding on to the horse, he stood tremblingly in front of the city gate.
He didn't raise his head or lower his head. Instead, he looked straight in front of him.
What is there in that dark place? When I look into the depths, perhaps it is the abyss staring back at me.
Will the skeleton that killed his junior brother appear again?
What could be there in that dark place?
Mr. Yan's legs were shaking more violently, and the fear in his heart was getting deeper and deeper, but he still dragged his trembling thighs and stepped towards the darkness.
"Son........"
The moment he stepped into the darkness, there was a strong rotten smell that hit his face, penetrated deep into his heart, and gave him a suffocating smell.
The first time Mr. Yan stepped into this dark place, he immediately called out to Ling Dabao.
However, the miracle did not happen again.
The first time I looked forward to it, Ling Dabao was a fool, and he was really a fool. But this time, the expectations were hard to come true.
The chick will eventually spread its wings and fly high one day, and will leave its parents to find its true love and its own happiness.
For the first time, Mr. Yan realized how difficult it is to be a parent.
Although he wanted to cry without tears and was extremely frightened, he still walked towards the depths of darkness. At the same time, he called his son. "Son, oh, oh..."
........
Ling Dabao was extremely anxious at this moment, extremely anxious.
The surrounding area was completely dark, with only the sound of wind swirling around. It was the sound of the wind that came from him running around.
"This place is very strange..." Ling Dabao looked in all directions as he ran around.
In his eyes, the surroundings were not dark. Even in the deeper areas, everything was clearly visible in his eyes.
His eyes continued to drift further, and beyond what seemed to be a mass, what came into view was a white light, which looked particularly cold, and seemed to be covered with light ice marks on the surface.
This is a pile of bones.
"These traces are at least three hundred years old. Could it be that three hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye?" Ling Dabao frowned.
There seemed to be a glimmer of light ahead, blue like a will-o'-the-wisp.
In the dim light, someone suddenly shouted loudly.
"Come here, come here!"
"How dare you act strangely in front of me, even if you are a monster?" Ling Dabao sneered.
Immortal, he is indeed an immortal. Just as Mr. Yan expected, he is an immortal.
But he is not from the so-called Chunyang Palace, but from the Cangyun Sect.
Ling Dabao stretched out his hand and clapped it forward.
Suddenly, for a while, wind and rain gathered.
The moment the wind and rain came, the will-o'-the-wisp was extinguished and the human voice stopped.
At the same time, deep in the darkness, a figure in white clothes suddenly turned around. Behind the white clothes, there were two figures standing.
The man in white clothes suddenly frowned, with a look of confusion on his face.
"This familiar aura is as if good luck has arrived. This aura...whose aura is it? Why is it so familiar, but I can't figure out who it is..."
Bai Yi murmured and turned to look behind him.
Behind, some people looked obsessed. Others looked back with deep love in their eyes.
The complicated expression in Bai Yi's eyes became more and more intense, and then he murmured.
"Yes...yes...it's my junior brother who I got cheaply."