Legend of the Embroiderer

Li Zhao and Su Mengyao are now surrounded by killers in black night clothes on all sides. These people have fierce looks on their faces and hold sharp knives in their hands. They have surrounded them tightly and the situation has become critical!

Li Zhao was seen holding the sword tightly in his hand, with the sword flashing with cold light. His eyes were like a biting wind, scanning every corner around him coldly and sharply, not missing any possible flaws, trying his best to find an opportunity to break through the encirclement.

Because he knew very well that if they showed any intention of retreating at this moment, then death would be waiting for the three of them.

Su Mengyao and the Crown Princess huddled behind a huge Buddha statue. Their faces were as pale as paper and their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Despite the fear in their hearts, they still tried to maintain their composure.

Especially Su Mengyao, her beautiful big eyes were staring nervously at the fierce battle outside, and at the same time, her hands were constantly groping for the mysterious and complex symbols on the secret door, trying to solve the mystery at this life-and-death moment, so as to find a glimmer of hope for everyone.

Accompanied by the sharp and piercing sounds of metal collision, the fight on the field became more and more intense.

Li Zhao and the black-clad leader stood facing each other, the atmosphere between them so tense that even the air seemed to freeze. The leader was agile and nimble, his swordsmanship swift and fierce, each strike deadly.

Facing such a powerful enemy, Li Zhao did not dare to slack off and fought with all his might. But even so, as time went by, more and more wounds appeared on his body, and blood continued to seep out of the wounds, staining his clothes red.

Seeing himself gradually falling into a disadvantageous situation, Li Zhao couldn't help but secretly regret in his heart: Why did he fall so easily into the trap carefully designed by the enemy?

At this critical moment, the tense atmosphere was broken by Su Mengyao's sudden exclamation: "I think I found a way to open the secret door!"

Her beautiful eyes sparkled with excitement, and her hands, like nimble butterflies, quickly and accurately pressed several specific positions on the mysterious symbols.

A low "creaking" sound was heard, and the secret door that had been tightly closed and seemed like it would never be opened began to move slowly.

When Li Zhao heard this voice, he was suddenly delighted. His body, which was a little tired from fighting with the enemy for a long time, was instantly filled with strength.

He roared angrily, gathered all his internal strength into his palms, and slapped the enemy in front of him hard.

There was a loud "bang" and the group of enemies, as ferocious as wolves and tigers, were shocked by the powerful force and retreated again and again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Zhao didn't even have time to breathe. He shouted loudly in the direction of the secret door: "Hurry, now!" and turned around and ran towards the secret door.

Upon hearing this, Su Mengyao and the Crown Princess, who were hiding behind the Buddha statue, jumped up without hesitation and rushed out from their hiding place like an arrow.

The three of them rushed to the secret door at lightning speed and then went in one after another.

Almost at the same time they entered the secret door, the heavy door closed automatically as if it had life, making a dull loud noise.

Outside the door, the men in black rushed towards the secret door in frustration, hitting it frantically with the weapons in their hands.

No matter how hard they tried, the secret door didn't budge at all, as if it were an indestructible barrier that completely isolated them from the outside.

Inside the secret door, the passage was extremely narrow and dimly lit. The air was filled with a strong, stale smell, which made people feel a little depressed.

The three of them held torches and walked carefully along the passage.

The flickering firelight illuminated the surrounding mottled walls and uneven ground, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

As they walked, they gradually realized that this passage seemed to have no end, but continued forever, as if leading to a huge bottomless underground chamber...

When they carefully pushed open the heavy and ancient door and stepped into the secret room, a stale and decayed smell hit them in the face.

They stared at the scene in disbelief with their eyes wide open, and were too shocked to speak for a moment.

The secret room was filled with all kinds of strange and bizarre devices that had never been seen before.

Some devices are like huge mechanical gears, meshing and rotating with each other.

Some are like complex pipe systems, winding and extending to unknown corners.

Some devices also flickered with faint light, as if hiding some mysterious energy.

In addition to those dazzling installations, there are also mysterious portraits hanging on the walls.

The characters in these portraits are lifelike, but their eyes are extremely cold, as if they can penetrate people's souls.

No matter which angle they stood at, they felt that the people in the portraits were staring at them, which was creepy.

The entire secret room was filled with a strange and depressing atmosphere, which made their heartbeats speed up and their breathing became rapid.

Faced with such an unfamiliar and mysterious scene, they didn't know what would happen next...

Li Zhao cautiously approached the huge map spread out on the table, his eyes fixed on the densely packed markings.

These markings depict in detail various military deployments and intricate routes of action, as if an elaborate strategic blueprint were unfolding before our eyes.

Every symbol and line exudes a mysterious and important aura, which makes people think of the key to the so-called "final plan".

Just as Li Zhao and his companions were concentrating on conducting a more in-depth study of the map, suddenly, a slight but clearly audible sound of footsteps came from the other end of the secret room.

The sudden noise broke the original tranquility and made the three people's nerves tense instantly.

Li Zhao subconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand. His fingers turned slightly white due to the force, and his muscles became tense.

Faced with unknown dangers, he did not dare to slack off in the slightest and secretly prepared himself to fight at any time.

As the footsteps got closer, the sound became heavier and louder in the silent room, beating on everyone's heartstrings like a drumbeat.

Finally, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness. This person's face was as thin as if it had been cut by a knife or an axe, with prominent cheekbones and sunken cheeks.

A pair of deep eyes are like a bottomless abyss, emitting an elusive light.

When his eyes fell on Li Zhao and others, the corners of his mouth actually rose slightly, revealing an extremely strange smile.

"You're finally here... I've been waiting for this moment for a long time..."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, like the whisper of an evil spirit from the depths of hell, with an indescribable eerie chill.