Chapter 152 (1/2)
Ding Shengxia felt like he was going crazy. That voice echoed in his mind. He felt fear seeping through every single one of his pores.
Nineteen?
What are the Nineteen Devils?
He lowered his head and looked at the page. The malevolent expression on his face gradually changed. A blurry figure appeared on the page. ””Come in.””
The figure stretched out his hand and reached out from the page to grab Ding Shengxia's collar. Then, he pulled her into the page.
The young woman standing at the corner of the stairs slightly frowned. She looked sideways and found Ding Shengxia was staring at a book in her hands with her head lowered, not moving at all.
Although she felt that Ding Shengxia's atmosphere was a bit chaotic, she only thought that Ding Shengxia still hadn't calmed down, so she didn't mind and looked away.
Ding Shengxia felt like he was being dragged far away by that hand, as if he had left this world.
The surroundings were filled with chaotic light, making his eyes especially unsightly.
Then he felt himself fall heavily to the ground, and when he looked up, he saw a mountain in front of him.
The trees were spa.r.s.e, the gra.s.s scarce, and the greyish black rocks were the dominant hue of the place, thick as metal.
At the highest point of the mountain, there seemed to be a statue. It looked like a wolf with wings spread out.
In front of him was a cave. On both sides of the cave entrance, there were two stone pillars that were as thick as two people. On the stone pillars, there were carved wolf carvings with wings on their ribs.
These wolves seemed very big. Other than their normal eyes, they also had a vertical eye on their forehead.
The door of the cave was open, and there were two large black doors. On the left side of the door, there were two words carved on it: Nineteen. On the right side, there were two words: Paradise.
Nineteen heavenly pa.s.sages?
Ding Shengxia felt like she was dreaming. Everything seemed so unreal.
But there was a strong curiosity driving him, and he could not help but walk forward, through the open doors.
On both sides of the wall were black stone walls. There were many murals on the stone walls, and they were quite colorful and colorful.
Ding Shengxia's attention was focused on the cave, so she didn't pay attention to the murals painted on the wall.
He only took a cursory glance and vaguely felt that the mural described a war.
If there was a war, there would be contradictions. Now, the sixteen kingdoms were fighting and killing every year, so Ding Shengxia wasn't interested in war.
He carefully walked forward, and after walking for about a hundred meters, he saw a deep trench in front of him, so deep that one could not see the bottom.
There was a stone bridge on the ditch. It wasn't very long, about ten meters in length.
However, when Ding Shengxia walked onto the stone bridge, she realized that the stone bridge was not built by piling up stone, but by carving a huge rock … What kind of supernatural technique was that?
After walking across the stone bridge, he saw a sea of flowers.
The ravine was only ten meters wide, but when he was at the stone bridge, he couldn't see the other side. A dense fog covered the ravine.
Through the fog, across the stone bridge, suddenly open.
He thought it was still part of the cave, but when he arrived, he realized that it was a wilderness.
Flowers everywhere, identical flowers, no second species, all a kind of red, flowers like lanterns made of velvet.
Flowers have few leaves but long stems.
Each of them had only one flower, and their height and height were almost the same.
Hence looking from afar, he felt that it wasn't a sea of flowers at all, but a sea of blood.
At this moment, Ding Shengxia had the thought of retreat. He began to regret walking in.
However, when he turned around, he discovered that the stone bridge was gone.
He quickly walked to the edge of the ditch and discovered that the lava below was boiling.
Ding Shengxia turned pale with fright and immediately leaped in the direction she came from.
The thick layer of fog that was floating above the ravine seemed to have turned into a copper and iron wall.
Ding Shengxia's head heavily hit the wall and then fell back to the ground.
His face was pale, and he felt he was in h.e.l.l.
””Now that we're here, you have no way back.””
His voice came from the depths of the sea of flowers. Ding Shengxia braced herself and walked towards the direction where the voice came from.
There was no path in the sea of flowers. He walked forward, and the flowers automatically moved away. After he pa.s.sed by, the flowers returned to their original position.
Ding Shengxia felt like he had walked for a year, but when he looked back, he could still see the stone bridge appearing again.
However, the fog became more erratic, as if there was a ball of white shadow moving back and forth.
In a split-second, Ding Shengxia's mind buzzed, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.
It wasn't a fog at all. It was the spirits of the dead.
One dead spirit after another gathered in the deep trenches, forming a fog.
Ding Shengxia's teeth were chattering. It was as if her entire body had fallen into an ice cave. Her blood was freezing.
Fear. Ever since he was young, he had never been as afraid as he was today.
He was worried that if he took another step, he would become one of the ghosts trapped in the mist.
However, the sea of flowers soon came to an end, and a black castle appeared in front of them.
It seemed to be dozens of meters tall, and looked even more like an abandoned tower.
The gate of the castle was open, and three words were carved on the door... Nineteen.
Ding Shengxia's legs were trembling as she walked to the door, then she stuck her head in to take a look.
Inside was a street that was not considered s.p.a.cious. It was deserted.
Broken houses, fallen city bricks, withered trees, a black crow on the tree.
Crow's eyes were blood-red, and she stared at him coldly.
A middle-aged man wearing a white scholarly robe was standing under the withered tree, facing Ding Shengxia.
He did not look malevolent at all. There was even a refined and handsome look to his face.
This person didn't have the slightest trace of danger on him, which slightly lessened the fear in Ding Shengxia's heart.
The middle-aged man held a book in his hand, as if he had already read more than half of it.
The crow flew down from the dead tree and landed on the middle-aged man's shoulder. It was still coldly staring at Ding Shengxia.
””Don't be afraid, come and sit.””
The middle-aged man beckoned to Ding Shengxia, and then a table and chair appeared in front of him.
Not wood, not stone, but bone.
The stools were made of bones, and the tables were made of skulls.
There was a fine jade wine jug and wine cup on the table, the color of the bone was so harmonious.
The middle-aged man in white clothes and the crow on his shoulder formed a stark contrast.
Black castles, black dead trees, but white bones.
The middle-aged man sat down first, then pointed at the stool in front of him. ””Since you're already here, what are you afraid of?””
Ding Shengxia trembled as she walked over. First, she humbly bowed, then she dared to sit on the white bone stool.