Di Yunshang's expression was extremely bad, not because Lan Shengxue mentioned Wuyin, but because of what she said. These days, he has been thinking, yes, Wuyin is suppressing Shengxue everywhere.
I just don’t know why...
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He smiled like a spring breeze. He was obviously more worried about this matter than anyone else, but he still wanted to pretend as if nothing had happened. He just didn't want to add unnecessary burden to her.
Lan Shengxue has an indescribable warm feeling in her heart. If you say that Di Yunshang is cold, it is indeed correct. But he is gentle, fickle, poisonous, and sinister that others do not have. He seems to have gathered many people.
Characteristics, I’m really curious, what kind of environment did Di Yunshang grow up in?
"Let's go." Seeing that Lingwu Village was destroyed and it was useless to stay here, Lan Shengxue took the lead and walked forward.
After taking two steps, she stood still.
Di Yunshang thought something had happened to her and hurriedly came forward to take a look.
"Di Yunshang, down here..." Lan Shengxue pointed down.
Di Yunshang pulled her behind him and lifted the ground with a palm, revealing an entrance.
The four people looked at each other and walked down slowly. There were steps at the entrance. It looked like they should have been built a long time ago.
Di Yunshang held Lan Shengxue's hand and walked in front, while Mu Ziqing followed behind Lan Shengxue, and Qingliu Feng was at the back. The four of them walked down the steps, with bright lights and glazed lamps.
Every corner is filled with the brilliance of night pearls.
This place is like a small underground palace. The difference is that it does not have the majestic, grand and luxurious aura of a palace, but instead has a unique visual feel.
"What kind of place is this? I didn't expect such a place to exist underground in such a remote place as Lingwu Village." Mu Ziqing sighed.
Qing Liufeng glanced at him and smiled. Mu Ziqing pretended not to see him and walked straight to Lan Shengxue, "Sister Lan, look, who lives in this place?"
Di Yunshang looked around. This was a large central hall with three or four corridors. He didn't know where it led.
While several people were talking, several white threads appeared from nowhere in the air, like sharp swords, flying towards the four people.
Silk thread is invisible and flexible. Its hardness can be used as a weapon to pierce people's hearts, while its softness can be used as a rope to bind people.
Lan Shengxue moved very quickly, dodging more than a dozen white threads. She stretched out her hand to touch them, but hesitated subconsciously. She always felt that these threads were weird.
Mu Ziqing's movements were not as fast as Lan Shengxue's. She raised her hand to grab a thread. Lan Shengxue saw it and suddenly said, "Qing'er, don't touch it!"
Qing Liufeng was afraid that something might happen to Mu Ziqing, so he stepped in front of her. Mu Ziqing frowned and ran to Lan Shengxue, "Sister Lan, why can't you touch these threads?"
Di Yunshang's Yuan Li was so high that it was no problem to deal with a few threads. When he heard what Lan Shengxue said just now, he stretched out his hand and deliberately grabbed a thread. The thread crossed his fingers and blood immediately overflowed.
Immediately, the wound was covered with a white layer of something that looked like frost at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
Then it slowly spreads from the fingers, along the blood vessels to the wrist.