At the end of the stairs, there is a turbulent darkness, and there are also different strange smells.
"If you can't bear it, just go up." Old Man Ming Ling turned around and saw Yuan Chen pinching his nose, as if he might die at any time, "This is not the place you should come to."
"No, I can." Yuan Chen opened his mouth, and at least a dozen strange smells entered Yuan Chen's mouth.
"Vomit~" Yuan Chen pretended to have vomited, but the dozens of unpleasant smells were too disturbing.
At this moment, a token flashed with a blue light, and Yuan Chen suddenly felt that the smell around him seemed to be partially diluted, making it less pungent.
"I can do it, grandpa, let's go." Yuan Chen stepped down first, but unexpectedly his feet were wet, and a sticky feeling emerged spontaneously.
Yuan Chen looked around and saw that in the darkness, all the strange smells in the surrounding space came from under his feet.
Yuan Chen retched for a while and felt his stomach was twisting, but Yuan Chen gritted his teeth and held on.
"I must become stronger!" Yuan Chen's eyes were clear but profound, "Go out to find her and ask her!"
Yuan Chen said the last words so low that they were almost inaudible.
Old Man Ming Ling lit a torch and inserted it into the groove of the wall, illuminating the entire underground space brightly.
Yuan Chen was already short, and now he looks even shorter.
In the center of the underground space, there is a huge bronze tripod. The bronze tripod is already mottled and full of cracks.
There are small black earthen jars all around. At a rough glance, there are tens of thousands of them.
Old Man Ming Ling lit a fire and heated the liquid in the bronze cauldron until it was boiling hot.
"Enter the cauldron."
Yuan Chen shivered cleverly, and after adjusting for a moment, he immediately jumped into the giant cauldron with a vigorous step.
The hot liquid was bubbling, and Yuan Chen's whole body had already turned red.
At this moment, Old Man Ming Ling imprisoned the nearest hundred black small earthen jars and placed them above the bronze tripod.
"Crack!"
One hundred poisonous insects rushed out and fell into the bronze cauldron. Then they all climbed onto Yuan Chen's body and tried to break free. Of course, their various poisons also acted on Yuan Chen.
A huge cauldron lid was pressed down, trapping Yuan Chen and a hundred poisonous insects inside.
With trembling hands, Old Man Ming Ling raised his head and glanced at the remaining small black earthen jars.
Unexpectedly, one day, he would start this horrible experiment again.
He succeeded for the first time, and that person turned from a waste to a being who could almost control the entire traceability continent. Now, he has started experimenting again, and he doesn't know whether Yuan Chen can survive to the end.
Yuan Chen grabbed and tied up a hundred poisonous insects and rushed to the bottom of the bronze cauldron, where the temperature was high enough.
"I'll burn you to death!"
One hundred poisonous insects and their poisonous weapons have all pierced Yuan Chen's body. Yuan Chen gradually became numb and his body gradually lost consciousness.
"Are you going to die?"
As his black eyes wandered, Yuan Chen seemed to see a woman in blue.
"Ordinaryness is your process, death is your destination."
The woman in blue immediately pinched Yuan Chen's neck as she spoke. Yuan Chen woke up and found that he had begun to adapt to this temperature. A hundred toxins in Yuan Chen's body seemed to have reached a balance after being baptized by high temperature.
After Yuan Chen was released, he didn't know how to return to the small wooden house.
Living alone was decided by Yuan Chen after he turned one year old. He needed a space of his own to vent his dissatisfaction.
But today he was so tired that he fell asleep while lying on the bed.
On his face, a dark purple patch appeared, covering one-twentieth of his face, resembling a spot.
Yuan Chen didn't pay attention when he got up early to wash his face. He just felt that his brain seemed a little slow. He was in a state of panic again in the morning, making one person dissatisfied and the other unhappy. However, the little Yuan Chen, who had always been sneaky, was constantly being disturbed this morning.
Grasp.
I went to that underground space in the afternoon and started a new round of torture.
Different decoctions, different poisonous insects, the same pain, the same process.
One hundred days slipped away quietly, and there were ten thousand poisonous insects of different species and ten thousand deadly poisons.
When little Yuan Chen climbed out of the bronze cauldron, his body no longer had intact skin.
Yuan Chen stiffly followed the original route and was about to return to the small wooden house, but was stopped by Old Man Ming Ling.
"Tie this around."
Yuan Chen took Bai Ling blankly and wrapped it tightly around himself from head to toe.
"Do you want to continue?" Looking at Yuan Chen stiffly leaving, Old Man Ming Ling had doubts for the first time, "Am I right to do this?"
More than two hundred days have passed and Yuan Chen is three years old.
In the underground space, there was a loud bang, and the bronze tripod was completely shattered.
A small figure with bandages all over his body crawled out and rushed towards Old Man Ming Ling at a speed that was comparable to the ultimate speed of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.
Two white tiger teeth were exposed, and they bit into Old Man Ming Ling's neck crazily. There seemed to be saliva dripping down, and it fell on Old Man Ming Ling's clothes, which were immediately corroded.
With a flick of the old man Ming Ling, Yuan Chen's body was suspended in the sky.
Even so, Yuan Chen was still scratching in the air like crazy. His long dark purple nails made Yuan Chen look weird. The air seemed to turn purple under Yuan Chen's scratching.
"I succeeded!"
Old Man Ming Ling looked up to the sky and laughed. He pointed out and touched Yuan Chen's eyebrows.
Yuan Chen's originally crazy dark purple eyes suddenly became clear, and at the same time, a stick of incense was lit in the distance.
"Listen carefully Yuan Chen, you only have time for one stick of incense." Old Man Ming Ling said eagerly, "I will teach you a set of exercises. Remember it."
"It's called the Soul Burying Immortal Curse."
"There is no need to look back before you are buried. How can you talk about reincarnation in the spiritual tomb? Immortals are immortal and independent for eternity, and they wish the common people to have peace forever."
"Write it down." Yuan Chen wrote down the spell, "I'll start practicing it now."
After saying that, he crossed his legs and entered a meditative state.
As a stick of incense burned slowly, Old Man Ming Ling was indescribably nervous. Only now did he realize that Yuan Chen was just a child, exactly three years old this year.
Obviously you can wait until you are older before starting.
Old Man Ming Ling sighed slowly: "I am still too eager for quick success. If I fail, I can only do it myself..."
"Pap~"
After the stick of incense was burned out, Yuan Chen still didn't wake up, and the entire underground space was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.
Old Man Ming Ling slowly moved his hand behind his back, and a cold blue flame condensed in his palm.
The torch burned to the end, and darkness surged in, extinguishing the red fire, but lighting up the blue fire.
The churning darkness was like an arrogant wild horse that could not be tamed, rushing wildly at the bandaged boy.
Yuan Chen opened his eyes, but his pupils had turned into vertical slits, like cold snakes locking onto their prey.
The two are extremely close to each other, but they seem to be separated by a dark river, making it difficult for them to meet again.
"Grandpa?" A strange voice came from Yuan Chen's mouth, seeming to be mocking or sarcastic.
Old Man Ming Ling slowly stretched out his hand from behind, and a blue fireball was so bright and attractive.
The sudden strong light illuminated Old Man Ming Ling, Yuan Chen's eyes, and even the entire underground space.
"Xiao Chen, do you think this fire is pure?" (To be continued)