After Princess Anting exited the thatched cottage and closed the door tightly, Cheng Yu saw the old emperor sitting on the couch for a while. After there was no other movement, he stood up and opened the ice cellar entrance floor tiles again.
But he only took two steps before he stopped, climbed back into the thatched cottage, tiptoed to the door, looked out through the crack in the door, and stared at Princess Anting standing guard outside the door for more than ten breaths.
When he saw that the other party had not moved, he finally felt relieved and quietly returned to the entrance of the ice cellar. He reached out and picked up an oil lamp next to him and went down to the ice cellar. Then he raised his hand and pressed twice on the bluestone wall next to the ice cellar entrance.
The cicada-shaped floor tiles were closed again.
Just now Emperor Jiarui went down to the ice cellar to get some ice, but before Cheng Yu could follow him, the old emperor had already emerged from underneath.
This time, when he saw that the other party went down to the cellar for the second time with an oil lamp in hand, and finally closed the entrance, Cheng Yu knew that the old emperor was very scheming, and he was also wary of his granddaughter.
At this time, Cheng Yu Yuan Shen, in his spirit form, had easily passed through the floor tiles and followed the old emperor down into the ice cellar.
After walking past the two flights of stairs symbolizing the Nine-Five Lord and turning a corner, the entire ice cellar is finally in front of you.
It turns out that in the center of this circular ice cellar, there is a square platform less than one foot long, which obviously means that the sky is round and the earth is round.
On the square platform, there is a wooden shelf. If you look closely, you can see that it is a wellhead. Looking down along the wheel, you will see that there is a round black wellhead in the middle of the platform.
Just at this moment, another wisp of fine purple air floated out from the wellhead, hovered for a few times in the ice cellar that was only a person high, and then floated upwards along the stairs of the Nine-Five Supreme Lord until it disappeared into the thatched hut.
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At this time, Emperor Jiarui was standing on the ground holding an oil lamp, lowering his head and looking into the mouth of the well, but he did not know that Cheng Yu had also arrived beside him at this time.
Looking down with the probe, I saw that the circular well was about three feet in diameter, which was about one meter wide, and could only accommodate one person.
Cheng Yu heard another person's breathing coming from the bottom of the well.
Moreover, because Emperor Jiarui had closed the entrance to the ice cellar, the noisy chirping of the cicadas in the cicada garden was almost completely blocked. Therefore, Cheng Yu could clearly hear the breathing of the other person, as well as dense bursts of slight rustling.
The sound came from the well, and Cheng Yu felt a little uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was a spiritual soul at this time. If it were solidified, he would probably get goosebumps.
Cheng Yu felt strange, so he let go of his consciousness and swept down quietly. It turned out that although the mouth of the well was only three feet wide, when he got to the bottom of the well, the space inside was huge, like a porcelain bottle with a narrow neck and a big belly.
Moreover, he also sensed that there were actually two elements of wood and earth below, vaguely intertwined and intertwined.
At this time, Emperor Jiarui held an oil lamp and bowed down to sit in a wooden barrel hanging from the well. He stretched out his hand and shook the handle of the well three times to the left. After a "clacking" sound, the well was moved by the mechanism.
Send Jiarudi and the barrel down into the well.
A burst of dim yellow light shot out from the mouth of the well. Cheng Yu stood on the edge of the well and looked down. The old emperor was sitting in the barrel, rocking from side to side all the way down. He reached a height of about three feet and reached the bottom of the well.
Jiarui Di crawled out of the barrel. Within three feet of the oil lamp in his hand, he could see with the naked eye that the ground at the bottom of the well where he stood was a piece of loess. There were some intertwined tree roots exposed on the ground, and he had just sensed it.
The auras of wood and earth that I arrived did not come from here, but seemed to be buried deep in the ground on the other side of the well.
"What are you doing here?"
"...What's the point of this?"
"...What's the matter?"
"……Dry?"
Suddenly there was an echo from the bottom of the well. The sound was extremely dry and hoarse, as harsh as the thousand-year-old Populus euphratica that had been exposed to the sun and cracked on the Gobi Desert.
Cheng Yu Yuanshen also went down into the well at this time and stood next to Emperor Jiarui. Only then did he realize that the bottom of the well was larger than what he had just perceived with his spiritual consciousness, and it was also round, so it was not surprising that there was an echo.
Following the source of the hoarse voice, and with the help of the cat demon's magical vision, he saw a naked man with disheveled hair in the darkness in the distance, turning his head to look at Jiarui Emperor holding an oil lamp.
The man was in the darkness, so Emperor Jiarui couldn't see him, but Cheng Yu could see him clearly.
I saw that he was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, and the bamboo basket was filled with white flesh worms the size of rice grains, making a soft rustling sound, and some even crawled onto the man's arms.
It turns out that the "rustling" sound I heard before was the noise caused by the crawling of countless insects.
At this time, the man turned back to stare at Jiarui Di behind him, and some of the fine rice worms near the edge of the basket fell to the ground.
Cheng Yu looked at his feet and saw those little meat bugs falling to the ground and then scrambling to get into the cracks in the ground one by one.
Um?
It didn't matter what Cheng Yu looked at. He happened to see a cloud of purple energy seeping from the soles of the man's feet into the soil on the ground.
The purple energy came out from the soles of the feet and then disappeared into the ground in a blink of an eye. It would be difficult to detect it unless Cheng Yu looked carefully.
When Cheng Yu saw this, he couldn't help but feel moved in his heart. This naked man was possessed of purple energy. Could it be that he was the Nine-Five-Year-Old Lord of Daliang?
Just at this moment, another cloud of purple energy overflowed from the soles of the man's feet, but it seemed that too much overflowed and the ground couldn't bear it. A wisp of purple air overflowed from the surface and floated towards Jiarui Emperor who was holding an oil lamp.
The purple energy passed by Emperor Jiarui gently and rose upwards from the mouth of the well.
At this time, Emperor Jiarui did not notice the existence of purple energy, but held an oil lamp in his hand and said calmly to the man in the darkness:
"Princess Anting is here and said that she lost an exquisite dice some time ago..."
"...an exquisite dice"
"...Exquisite dice"
"……dice"
The man froze when he heard the words "Linglong Dice", then carefully placed the bamboo basket on the ground, and flicked off some small flesh bugs that crawled on his arms. Then he straightened up and pushed away the hair that was blocking his eyes.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Jiarudi in the light.
At this time, Cheng Yu finally saw the man's full face. He couldn't help but turn around and glance at Jiarui Di holding an oil lamp. The two of them looked exactly the same. The only difference was that one had a real beard on his face and the other had a sticker on his face.
Wearing a fake beard.
He suddenly understood why in the thatched cottage just now, Emperor Jiarui with a fake beard, after hearing Princess Anting use the real and fake princess tricks, was still laughing and teasing the imperial granddaughter at first, and then suddenly
He just changed his attitude and chased people away without any warning.
He must have felt unhappy because he thought of his identity as a fake emperor.
But now we look at the fake emperor holding an oil lamp. After he came down, he did not kneel down to the real emperor, and his words were cold and ruthless.
This situation...
Could it be that the real Emperor Jiarui, who was naked at the bottom of the well, got out of his hands and was imprisoned here by his substitute?
I saw the real emperor in the darkness pushing away his tangled hair, staring at the fake Emperor Jiarui under the wellhead for a while, then nodded slightly, sneered and said hoarsely:
"Ha! Anting?"
Emperor Zhenjiarui seemed to have not spoken so many words for a long time. His throat was dry and his speech was unclear. After saying the word "An Ting", he wanted to open his mouth again but could not make a sound. He had to slow down and his throat squirmed.
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Then he squatted down, picked up a handful of rice worms from the basket and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it raw and then swallowed it. However, he did not get up. He simply squatted on the ground and said to the fake Emperor Jiarui:
"It turns out...the so-called exquisite dice actually belongs to that girl from Anting..."
As he spoke, he raised his head, stared at the dark sky and murmured:
"Cicada Garden... Cicada Garden, I have been here for a long time. When will I meet my destiny?"
The fake Emperor Jiarui was silent when he heard this. He just held an oil lamp and looked around, but there were dark holes all around, and he was the only one standing in the light.
"So Lao Jin didn't give you the dice?"
"...Didn't I give you the dice?"
"...give you the dice?"
"……dice?"
The fake Emperor Jiarui said coldly after his inspection failed.
The real emperor didn't react at first when he heard the words. After a breath or two, his whole body suddenly shook slightly. He struggled to stand up from the ground. He didn't care about the many rice bugs that were trampled to death under his feet. He stared at the fake Emperor Jiarui holding an oil lamp.
, asked in a seductive voice:
"What do you mean by this?"
"……what for?"
The fake emperor snorted coldly but was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he tied up the golden silk that covered his key parts, swept away the rice worms on the ground with his feet, made a clear space, sat down cross-legged, and then
Put the oil lamp in your hand next to it.
The dim yellow light emitted by the small oil lamp could not illuminate a three-foot radius, like a small island in the dark ocean.
The fake Emperor Jiarui fiddled with the wick of the oil lamp, stared coldly into the darkness at the approximate location of the real emperor, and asked with a smile:
"Ha! What do you mean by this? You have been at the bottom of this well for so long, but have you ever had another miracle happen?"
When the old emperor heard this, his tense body relaxed, and he shook his head and replied:
"On that day when a red light appeared at the bottom of the well, reflecting those four mantras, you were also there to witness it. But since that day, nothing has happened again."
"But Lao Jin gave Anting the dice, and when no one was around, the dice only showed red light towards the girl, reflecting the same four sentences..."
After the fake emperor finished speaking, he heard the real emperor say "Huh?", and then there was a long silence.
"Hmph! Why do I think you are being used as a pawn by that old Jin?"
The fake emperor finally couldn't help it and said something.
"Me? Xiao Huizi, you have become a demonic barrier by being my shadow, and you actually come in front of me, and you still dare to call yourself me? Humph! If I am a chess piece, then who are you?"
The real emperor asked in the dark with a hoarse voice, but did not get any answer.
The fake Jiarui Emperor seemed to have been hit in his weak spot, his face turned ugly, and he suddenly stood up and straightened the gold silk belt around his waist again.
The true emperor stopped talking when he saw the other party and smiled dryly:
"I am who I am, and I have God's blessing. Lower your head and look at your feet."
The fake emperor looked down after hearing this, and heard the dry voice sounding again in the darkness:
"A shadow is a shadow. You are destined to be my shadow for the rest of your life. Don't play tricks. You can still live in a dignified manner. If you dare to be selfish... hum! Go ahead."
The fake emperor was stunned when he heard this and asked:
"Going to what?"
"Go and call Anting down. I want to see how those four mantras apply to her."
The fake emperor frowned when he heard this and asked:
"Bring her here? If she comes down and there is no trace of the immortal, what should she do next?"
"If the fruit has no immortality, it is useless to keep it..."
"..."
"..."
"Kara Kara!"
There was a sound of a roller mechanism, and the fake Emperor Jiarui sat back in the barrel with an oil lamp in his hand, and let the well puller take him to the mouth of the well.
