Finally, when it got dark and the park closed, the endless stream of tourists dispersed, and in the end only a few stubborn photography enthusiasts remained, including Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's mood has always been in a state of excitement.
Just now, Yang Zimei's invisibility suddenly failed in the Lotus Lake, and he happened to be captured by his telephoto lens.
He became more and more certain that Yang Zimei was the lotus elf he imagined.
He had several photos of her in his camera, and he was absolutely ecstatic.
The most regrettable thing is that the photo of me and her turned into a mess.
Yang Zimei wanted Zhuge Yue to go back first.
Zhuge Yue refused to die.
He believes that he also has the right to know some secrets.
Yang Zimei left it to him, and cast a spell with Xuehu to make the photography enthusiasts who were stubborn and refused to leave unconsciously leave Lotus Lake.
People have cleaned up, and as a precaution, Snow Lake has also put up barriers around it.
This way no one can break in at will.
Yang Zimei and Xue Hu stretched their Qinggong skills and arrived at the birthplace of the breath.
There are no dead bodies in this place, so the lotus flowers here grow relatively normally.
Yang Zimei took out the Yanyue sword that she had taken from the bronze warrior next to the Changming Lantern from her storage ring, and stretched it in.
Wow!
The knife seemed to be in contact with a hard material, causing a bit of pain in her jaw.
Xue Hu reached out and took the knife from her, and scratched it casually a few times.
A large bluestone slab of about three square meters appeared in front of them.
The tip of Xue Hu's knife hooked the ring on the bluestone board.
The bluestone slab opened in response, revealing a dark hole.
From inside the cave entrance, stronger black and white auras continued to pour out.
Xuehu took her hand and jumped down.
Zhuge Yue, who was unable to enter the Lotus Lake and could only watch the situation from the tree, became a little anxious when he saw them suddenly jump in and then disappear.
On Yang Zimei's side, because Xuehu is by her side, her heart is extremely stable. Even if there are many unknown variables ahead, she is not afraid.
Xuehu held her hand and walked down the bluestone steps step by step, and then stretched out his hand to touch her head from time to time, as if he was worried that she was afraid and was trying to comfort her.
Yang Zimei was warm and moved.
After experiencing so many adventures, she was always the leader and protected others, so she felt a little nervous.
But now, with the snow lake here, the comfortable feeling of being protected comes out.
She is actually a very lazy person who likes to rely on others.
Once someone relies on her, she will completely return to the mentality of a little woman and don't want to think too much.
This stone staircase is about ten meters long. When you reach the end, you will see a very spacious room with a wooden table and several wooden chairs inside.
There are half-open books on the table.
The musty smell in this room is not strong. Someone must have lived here about a few years ago.
She walked over, patted the dust on the book, reached out and picked it up, and looked at the cover. It turned out to be a modern book on international political and economic relations.
I also took some notes on the previously read parts of the book, and highlighted the key points with a pen.
Who lives here?
Yang Zimei put down the book and asked Xue Hu, who was observing carefully, "Xue Hu, what did you find?"
Xuehu did not answer her, but stretched out his hand to knock on the wall, and a dull sound came from inside...