The white stone door slowly opened, and there was still darkness in front of her, but she had already guessed what was waiting for her.
She walked forward, and then she saw that familiar thing.[
It stood quietly in the darkness, reflecting the dim white light.
It is not huge, and looks extremely delicate. White sand and stones flow through the complex glazed shell, but its hourglass has several branches and the hem is a delicate half-moon shape, which is hanging there quietly at the moment.
,,,,That is a bone hourglass.
Ling Xiaotu looked at it.
It was a familiar feeling that I had never experienced before.
A huge amount of information poured into her head. It was an instruction manual, more like a design drawing.
,,,,then she woke up.
She is lying in the house.
In front of you is an intricately carved ceiling.
She turned her head and saw Xuanyuan Xuantian's body lying next to her.
Sumo was sitting on a chair and looking at him quietly.
"I should call you Xiaosha." Ling Xiaotu said calmly, "That boy who was locked up in the cell."
She still remembers this dungeon.
And a long corridor that is as monotonous and repetitive as space.
There are luminous stones inlaid at regular intervals on the stone wall.
She once wondered if she could pry off a piece and bring it back.
She and Xuanyuan Xuantian were sent to another time by the bone hourglass, and they never thought about when that time was.
Looking back now, that should be it.
This phantom named Somo is actually a person named Xiaosha, but how did he get locked up?[
Xuanyuan Xuantian once said that he would kill him and put a gun to his head, but in the end he still did not pull the trigger.
Then through this fog-like process, just a few hours ago, she returned to that corridor again.
But Ling Xiaotu didn't realize that it was the same place.
That walkway has been destroyed, and it doesn't take much effort to climb from it to the surface.
While holding on to the collapsed stone walls, she felt a small groove.