One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 384 385: Red Footsteps in the House
In the darkness, there is a mysterious and ancient city - the Land of Rebirth.

There was a terrifying corridor inside, and at the end of a eerie door, there was a somewhat crazy portrait pasted on it, as if suppressing the things inside the door.

But now the painting immediately burned up when it encountered the light, which made Zhao Fuyun think a lot.

He always felt that everything was waiting for him.

Or it could be said that the thing inside this door is waiting for the arrival of "light", or more precisely, it is the person who posted this picture who is waiting for the arrival of light.

Zhao Fuyun took a deep breath and suppressed the thoughts that were flooding into his mind.

When I reached out to push the door, I found words engraved on it.

The characters seemed to be seeped with blood. He looked at them carefully and pondered for a moment, confirming that this was a kind of ghost cave writing that he had seen before.

The Ghost Cave Script is very strange and mysterious, and it is difficult for normal people to practice it. As for the origin of the Ghost Cave Script, he only knows that it came from the Diyuan Ghost Clan in ancient times. As for how the Diyuan Ghost Clan disappeared, he doesn't know, and there are no relevant books and records in Tiandu Mountain.

Even the related books are mostly inferences and fantasies, without any reality at all, and they sound more like the words of a novelist.

He didn't know much about ghost cave writing and didn't recognize what the words on it meant.

Now is not the time to study those texts.

He reached out and pushed the door, and this time, it moved.

Although it was not easy to push, it seemed as if there was air pushing up from inside, or as if someone was struggling with it, pushing against the door with great force.

He held the lamp in one hand and pushed the door with the other. The door moved, but not much. The magic power in his body surged, and there was a flickering light. The faint firelight in his body shone through his body and was clearly visible in the darkness. The golden light made his whole body immersed in light, without a single spot of dirt.

He felt that the power in the door seemed to be very strong. A yellow cloud surged above his head, and the yellow cloud fell and covered his body, turning into a man in a yellow robe, wrapping him up, and at the same time pushing on the door with both hands. At this moment, he was like two people overlapping each other.

The door was slowly and heavily pushed open by hand.

The first thing that caught my eye was darkness. The darkness here was as thick as ink, and there was a huge negative energy surging in it, as if a huge black shadow was surging.

The light of the red flame shone into it very naturally, and the light fell into the darkness of the room, and seemed to surge with the darkness, as if entering water, and could not dispel the darkness.

He stood at the door and looked inside, but he couldn't see clearly as it was very dark inside. He looked around and could vaguely see some furnishings, but they were still not clear.

He used the Taiyue Zhenshen method to calm his mind, and walked inside step by step without being startled, afraid or worried.

As soon as he walked in, he felt an invisible breeze rushing towards the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand. The light was shining brightly with golden light, and the wind dissipated when it approached the light.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a vague shadow blowing air towards the Red Flame Divine Lamp with its mouth puffed out.

The lamp flickered, and a golden light pierced into the darkness like a needle and fell on the invisible shadow. Faintly, there seemed to be a scream, the darkness churned, and the shadow disappeared.

Zhao Fuyun walked very cautiously.

The golden light shone into the room, and he found that the room was much larger than he had imagined.

From the outside it looks like a small door, but once you enter, it is like the belly of a gourd, with a world of its own inside.

He walked towards the middle and found that the furnishings in this room were very strange.

Because this doesn't look like a place where normal people live.

There were black jars placed here, and seeing these jars, Zhao Fuyun thought of the jars used to raise ghosts and poisonous insects. In the past in Wuze County, almost every household had a few such black jars, which were hidden in the darkest corners of the house, or buried in some secret corner.

The black altar here is stacked in the middle, like a grave mound.

Zhao Fuyun walked around the black jar. The light shone on the jar, and almost every opening was sealed.

There was a rune seal on each jar. He looked closely and of course recognized the rune format, but some of the symbols were very strange. He wanted to see if he could recognize who the foot of the rune pointed to and whose power it responded to, but he only saw a pattern that looked like an abyss.

He came to a wall with shrines on it, and on each shrine there was a tablet.

Zhao Fuyun felt like he had walked into an ancestral hall, a place dedicated to worshipping ancestors.

At this moment, he seemed to hear a noise in his ears. He turned around and found that there was a red light falling on the ground at the door and shining into the house.

Faintly, he felt that the red light was like a human shadow, as if there was a figure standing at the door, peeking into the room.

Zhao Fuyun's scalp felt numb.

This place was extremely weird. Before, when he was in the corridor, the light of those red lanterns was extremely dim.

It was like a dead lantern, and now the red light in the corridor was so dazzling that it actually shone into the room.

He remembered that the painting above the room said that it would burn if it encountered light. Wasn't there light in this corridor? Why didn't it burn? Could it be that the light of this blood-colored lantern was not a fire?
And he discovered that a thick darkness had gathered near the door, and it seemed as if there was a person standing there in the darkness, confronting the light of the red lanterns outside. He didn't know whether it was something in the room wanting to go out, or something outside wanting to come in.

He had no idea what the relationship between them was. He stood there watching and saw the darkness surging. Thousands of black threads emerged and rushed towards the blood-red shadow on the ground. The red light also turned red, like a blood wave, reflecting on the blackness.

The two were swallowing, strangling, and wrestling with each other, and for a moment, it seemed that neither could do anything to the other.

However, at this moment, footsteps seemed to be heard outside.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and not loud, but they echoed in the corridor, and every step seemed to be walking into other people's hearts.

As soon as the footsteps appeared, the whole world seemed to be quiet, with only the footsteps.

The existence in the darkness seemed to be also afraid of the footsteps, as if it was calling. In an instant, a black tide surged up, and the black altars stacked in the middle of the room also trembled. An inexplicable power surged and merged into the darkness.

The red light at the door was immediately squeezed out, and then the door closed quickly.

As soon as the door closed, the black altars flew up and landed behind the door, piling up and submerging the entire door.

The whole room suddenly became quiet, and the footsteps outside could no longer be heard.

But the only source of light was in Zhao Fuyun's hands.

He felt as if someone was looking at him in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)