The group of people walked through the underground corridor in silence. Perhaps due to the influence of the environment, no one was interested in speaking. Except for old Pancras who would occasionally turn around and briefly describe to them the half-wall or an empty room they passed.
Outside of history, the only other thing left is the sound of surprise made by Semiy when he saw the shadow of the mouse flickering in the dark.
This underground tunnel is buried too deep, and the few vents are not enough to completely refresh the turbid air inside. Therefore, like the previous spiral staircase, it is impossible to insert a torch at intervals to illuminate it and burn it with blazing fire.
The flame brings precious light. Here, the only source of light is the candlestick in the hand of old man Pancras. The deteriorated beeswax gradually melts on the copper base. The cold-toned flame is swaying, and the shadowy flame can only cover it.
A few meters in radius, while other places are still shrouded in darkness thicker than fog.
This kind of environment is just a little uncomfortable for ordinary people, and the timid may feel creepy, but for Olvera, it is a replay of memories. She seems to have returned to that cold and damp castle.
, walking in the empty and silent corridor, mistaking every looming shadow under the wall, behind the rock wall, and on the ceiling for a vicious shadow beast that is spying, ready to move and choose people to devour.
This feeling made her very uncomfortable. The princess subconsciously hugged the small package in her arms tightly, and then silently took a few steps towards Ringer, trying to make herself feel more secure. At this time, she suddenly felt a little
Regret, why didn’t I bring the lantern given by my father?
Obviously she always carried it with her at all times before, and would panic when it was slightly out of sight. But now, the princess has become accustomed to leaving it in the room, because she always feels that she will never have the opportunity to use it in the future. As a result, it often ends up being used when needed.
It was only then that I regretted it.
Fortunately, after experiencing the trial of the dark castle, the princess has become brave enough and strong enough. This does not mean that she is no longer afraid of the dark. In fact, she is still very afraid. However, despite being afraid, she can encourage herself.
Have the courage to face it, and never say a word of complaint, because you don't want your companions to worry about you.
Maybe, this is the meaning of growth, right?
After knowing his growth, his father and mother will be very happy, the teacher will be very happy, and Ling Ge will be... Will Ling Ge be happy? No one has ever seen him happy. But he is indeed far away from himself.
Very close, his breath is right next to her, his breath seems to be ringing in her ears. His mere presence there makes people feel extremely at ease.
Like, last night...
When she thought of this, the scene at that time automatically appeared in her mind. The girl felt that her cheeks were a little hot and hot. The feeling of being afraid of the dark had long since disappeared, replaced by a more subtle mood.
It was so subtle that even she couldn't explain it. Why did she suddenly think of what happened last night at this time? There was obviously no connection between the two.
If, I mean if, you want to write this plot in a book, how should you write it?
How should I describe the scene at that time?
If I submit a manuscript, will the editor agree to publish this plot?
Do readers like to read it?
…
With thoughts running through her mind and her steps just following instinct, Olvera gradually forgot about her surroundings. She tried hard to recall whether there were similar plots in every novel she had read throughout her life, but the results after searching
It was often disappointing, not that there were no similar plots, but that none of the plots she could think of could be used for reference.
The seemingly similar plots actually express different emotions. Some authors prefer descriptions of scenery, some authors prefer descriptions of characters, and some even rely solely on dialogue to complete the description of actions and psychology.
Describing. These subtle gaps are emotional gaps. In a wonderful way, Olivia experienced for the first time the theories put forward by literary masters in the past when summing up their creative experiences.
If you want to accurately describe your appearance and mood at that time, maybe you have to ask the person involved?
Once she thought this way, Olvera's thoughts expanded uncontrollably. She had long forgotten what she was thinking about at the beginning, and just wanted to put it into practice as soon as possible. So she quietly raised her head and shook her head from side to side in a small way.
After confirming that no one was paying attention to him, he furtively and slowly cast his gaze at the young man walking in front of him. At this time, he was staring at the front intently. From this angle, he could only be seen dimly.
The side face in the firelight has a very calm expression, the eyebrows are always slightly wrinkled, and the lips are a bit thin.
And a pair of golden eyes.
Hey, golden eyes?
Olvera saw it right, it was a pair of golden eyes as clear as a lamb and as bright as a cat, looking through the young man's profile and fixed on her own face. Olvera also had golden eyes, but unlike
The light in her eyes was different from the scattered stars. The light in those eyes was purer and more concentrated, like a piece of amber that had been dusty for many years reappearing in the sky, with a mysterious and unpredictable beauty.
Of course, in Olvera's opinion, it should be a feeling of oppression.
"Uh, ah...ha, haha."
For some reason, when being stared at by these eyes, Olvera always felt like she had been caught doing something bad. She was embarrassed and guilty. She laughed twice, then stiffly turned her head away, pretending to be fine.
happened before.
On the other side, a certain shepherd girl silently withdrew her gaze.
In fact, she was just concerned about whether her sister would be afraid of the dark.
Do you believe it?
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"kindness?"
Lin Ge frowned slightly, sensing that something seemed wrong.
The main thing that's wrong is that the turbid air in the corridor has gradually become humid. The originally dry brick walls and stone roads have traces of water flowing through them in some places. In the dry waterways, the rocks have become hardened and cracked due to long-term lack of water.
The lumps also disappeared, replaced by dark but moist soil; in addition, a small but very strange thing happened: when Alice walked through a drain, she was suddenly dripped from the ceiling.
The droplets of water hit her neck, making her scream in fright, which cheered up everyone who seemed a little sleepy after being on the road for a long time.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What exactly these signs mean, I believe normal humanoids with higher intelligence than Shemi can guess.
Sure enough, after walking a while further, although the water channel next to them was still dry, everyone heard the sound of water flowing. Just when they cast their doubtful eyes on the old man Pancras who was walking at the front, the old man had already turned towards them.
He gestured to the guests to follow him closely and not to fall behind, then he held the candlestick in one hand and supported the wall with the other hand, groping forward in the weak firelight, and his figure was gradually swallowed up by the ground——
This is a downward staircase, with about thirty steps, taking everyone deeper into the ground.
At this time, there was still a corridor in front of them, but it was wider. The previous corridor was enough to accommodate three or four people walking side by side, but the corridor in front of them was enough to accommodate three or four carriages walking side by side. From here
At first, torches were placed on the walls for lighting, and the bright firelight illuminated every detail of the ancient brick walls and stone pavements; the scattered gravel, stone bricks and mounds of earth were cleared away, and the broken wall roots were knocked down and compacted, leaving only
A trace of dryness; even the torn rock seams and cracked bricks on the ceiling have been filled tightly with soil, clay and tarpaulin, making it safe and strong enough to support another hundred years without collapse.
There is a wooden board standing at the entrance of the stairs, on which is written in large Breton script: Ferry station, please call before crossing the river, do not enter the water without permission, there will be consequences at your own risk.
Well, there is a wider waterway next to it. There is water in the waterway. The water is flowing, neither urgent nor slow, making a splashing sound. The splashing waves occasionally hit the paved stone slabs, leaving faint wet marks.