037 Floating Cloud Cave

"Haha...Haha...I like it!" Suddenly, the man's laughter came from the darkness, mixed with the sound of chains hitting the rock wall.

Obviously, the man was very excited.

Mingyue turned around in surprise, and the gloom on her face faded like fog in the laughter, which turned out to be a little ferocious.

"Haha...haha!" He also laughed.

Two laughter came one after the other, one was laughing wildly at the world, and the other was laughing at himself crazily. Both people in the cave may become crazy at that moment.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped abruptly, so suddenly.

A very low sentence came from behind those eyes in the dark.

"Someone is coming. You go first and come later."

Mingyue was shocked and looked to his left and didn't see anyone else. He listened attentively. Two calm footsteps came from the dark cave, and he quickly turned around and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Yang Zifan didn't understand why there were two laughs in the depths of the cave, and one of them sounded a little familiar. Why is that? He wanted to get some answers, but the deaf uncle was deaf and dumb, but he couldn't hear the sound.

So, Yang Zifan patted the deaf uncle on the shoulder for the first time.

The deaf uncle stiffened, turned his head, and his cloudy eyes were not easy to distinguish in the dark.

Yang Zifan scratched his hands for a while. The deaf uncle shook his hand, then moved a few steps to the right and stood against the cave wall. Then Yang Zifan saw a weak thunderlight shining on the wall over there.

Then, a white light curtain suddenly lit up and blocked them. The light curtain flashed and became transparent and bright, like a curved glass-style cover.

In the light curtain, there is a man, black, and two souls are distorted.

Yang Zifan feels this way.

But this feeling only returned to its original state in an instant. He saw a man sleeping on the light curtain, lying on a pile of black pebbles, and his messy hair covered his face with only a pair of eyes. Wearing a tattered gray robe, his figure is slender but extremely thin, which can only be described as more appropriate in terms of skin and bones.

Those eyes: big, staring round, like a ring. I looked at the deaf uncle and then closed it. The deaf uncle did not look at him, but took out the water from the food box and put it on the ground.

At this time, Yang Zifan noticed that only the place where the man slept in the cave had black pebbles, and only brown rocks in other places. There was a small pool on the side of the black stone pile. From time to time, water dripping fell from the top of the cave, making a ticking sound, which was very irregular from time to time.

"It's no wonder it's so difficult to get black pebbles." Yang Zifan now said in his heart, "But is this man asleep?"

Just when he was puzzled, his eyes suddenly became dark. Yang Zifan couldn't adapt for a moment and couldn't see anything. I only heard that the footsteps of the deaf uncle around him slowly went out.

So he hurriedly followed, dripping behind him intermittently. Yang Zifan followed the deaf uncle step by step, but his eyes were full of black stones. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was vanity, or maybe he suddenly stopped and walked back to the cave.

He decided to get a black pebble.

Uncle Deaf seemed to have checked. He stopped for a few seconds, but continued to walk out.

In the dark, the two footsteps are getting farther and farther away.

When Yang Zifan returned to the position where the Magic Star King was imprisoned, the Magic Star King was eating, and the chewing sound in his mouth was unusually harsh in the hole. Then he saw a pair of eyes. The black eyes were so big, but they were unusually bright in the dark cave.

"Who is he? Why do you have such eyes? Yang Zifan was slightly shocked. He didn't know that the person who ate was called Magic Star King.

The Magic Star realized that someone was coming, stopped his chopsticks and raised his head.

The eyes of the two bumped into each other.

Roar!

A huge beast roar suddenly rose in the narrow hole, and the waves rolled along the corridor like a wild wave of anger. Wherever the roar came, the four walls shook and stone debris came down one after another.

For a moment, Yang Zifan only felt that the roar was like thunder and lightning, which made his ears numb and his feet were paralyzed! He quickly drew his sword from the nameless ring, and the scarlet sword shadow mixed with blue hot flames lit up the whole cave, but he could not resist the roar. He hummed, took two steps back, quickly supported the ground with his sword, struggled, and finally barely stood in place without being swept away by the strong wind.

The roar is fleeting.

In just a moment, Yang Zifan's back was wet with cold sweat, and he was obviously scared by this sudden roar. He stood still, drumming in his heart and didn't know whether to move forward. The sound of chewing food in his ear sounded again, as if the evil ghost in the dark was nibbling on bones.

But it has already been like this, how can it be given up?

A blue firelight ignited in Yang Zifan's hand. Since the last time the body of the underworld fire broke out in the Ziyang bottle, his fire has turned blue. Only when practicing the nine-leaf green lotus heart can there appear a cyan flame, but the flame is cold and chilling.

The firelight lit up the cave and brought a gust of wind. Yang Zifan saw the whole picture of this person for the first time.

The fluffy hair was raised by the wind, revealing a pair of thick eyebrows; the eyes under the eyebrows were half closed and half-open, but from time they exuded suffocating murder; the nose under the eyes was strong, like a knife; the thick lips under the nose opened, revealing a pair of white teeth, chewing and crushing the food on the chopsticks from time to time. Yang Zifan didn't know why he could see the movement of eating so clearly, but he saw every grain of rice so clearly. Every dish was biting and crushed between his teeth, as if a vicious beast grinning and chewing its prey. Yang Zifan didn't hate it at all, but gave him a kind of original It should be so elegant.

He half squatted on the ground in a tattered gray Taoist suit, with thousands of momentum and integrated with everything. His hair was covered with oil, and his face was covered with a layer of dust. His eating was extremely rude, but all of them were just right, and even the rags on his clothes seemed to be beautifully embellished.

Although Yang Zifan was a man, he was stunned at this time. I just think there is no such perfect man in the world. In a faint time, there seemed to be a drum sound. Yang Zifan carefully distinguished it and found that it was not a drum sound, but his heartbeat.

Quietly, the man stopped his mouth and stood up. In an moment, the air seemed to condense, and those black eyes looked at him casually.

"Are you looking for me?" He opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.

Yang Zifan's mouth was dry and speechless for a moment. He subconsciously replied, "Yes." Then he realized that he was not looking for him, but the words had been said.

The man's cold eyes slowly unfolded like cat pupils, looking up and down at Yang Zifan, as if to look at his whole body, inside and out, and then said, "What a powerful little guy. I don't think you are a disciple of the Tianyuan School."

This sentence is understated, but it was as good as a bolt from the blue in Yang Zifan's ears, which only shocked his head and subconsciously raised his sword.

The man said again, "Can you beat me with this murderous spirit?" Before the words fell, a huge pressure gushed from him like a volcano. Yang Zifan was facing a big enemy and was forced to take three steps back by the murderous spirit.

But just when he felt that he was powerless to resist, the murderous spirit continued to be weak, and the clouds and rain dissipated in an instant. Yang Zifan didn't understand why. He was relieved and listened to the sound of a few chains hitting the rock and fixed his eyes.

The man's back was tied by two thick chains, which happened to be the pipa bone on his back. At this time, he frowned together as if he was enduring great pain. The two chains had been straight and the wire flashed.

"You are just a poor person." Yang Zifan put away his sword and stared at him without squincing.

"You!" The man stared at Yang Zifan and said viciously, "If it had been usual, I would have broken you into ten thousand pieces."

Yang Zifan smiled and said, "But it's not usual now. There's nothing special about the stone behind you. It's okay if you don't take it!" After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

The fire gradually disappeared, and the man suddenly shouted, "I have seen through the secret in your heart. Is this the way to protect yourself? You are also a poor person..."

Yang Zifan didn't want to hear this sentence, but the sound stung him like a mosquito fly. His body trembled and accelerated his feet to leave the place.

Outside the hole, the moon has risen to the treetops, and the casting platform looks even more dilapidated under the moonlight.

Yang Zifan walked to the bronze tripod and seemed to wear out his strength in the hole. He fell to the ground, and the grass under him was a little pricking. The rust smell of the bronze tripod around him spread to the tip of his nose from time to time, but Yang Zifan heard some kind questions.

"Poor man, poor man." He looked back at the black stone gate that had been closed, and his heart was already sad.

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