Grandpa is such a bird

This is an extremely magnificent palace.The ground, the walls, and the top of the head are all made of huge ice blocks. The ice walls are light blue. There is no open fire, but the surroundings are very bright. A faint cold air radiates from the ice blocks, lingering in the palace, like a heavenly palace. wonderland of misty clouds.

There is actually an underground palace under Lannar Lake. Ling Jiang looked around in surprise, and brushed his fingers over the ice wall, which was covered with a thin layer of ice crystals. His hand fell off, revealing that the bottom is as smooth as a mirror.

The crystal clear ice wall reflected Ling Jiang's vague figure. He frowned, but he was not panicked. Although everything in front of him was beyond his expectation and cognition, for some reason, the original uneasiness in Ling Jiang's heart disappeared. It was replaced by simple bewilderment and calm.

He had a strange feeling that this underground palace was mysterious, but when the initial shock subsided, Lingjiang felt that its existence was acceptable, as if he had seen this underground palace before, but just forgot, Now that's all I can remember.

But Lingjiang has a very good memory. If he has seen it, he will definitely remember it.He has memories as soon as he breaks the shell, and he was in the Yufeng Pavilion when he pecked open the eggshell, so it is impossible for him to have seen the underground palace, so where does he start with this feeling?

Lingjiang thought: "Did I see it in the belly of the bird that gave birth to me?"

That's even more impossible, he is wrapped in a layer of eggshell and separated by a layer of belly, and he doesn't have piercing eyes, how could he have seen it.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a strange 'hissing' sound coming from the wall, and coming towards his feet extremely fast.

Ling Jiang sensed the danger, pricked up his ears, held his breath, and when the hissing sound rushed to his feet, he suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard.

The thing he stepped on felt like a piece of wet, slippery and flexible rope, and it flashed under his feet, scratching his soles, and then he sped up and escaped. Lingjiang's eyes flashed, and he realized something, and slowly lifted Lifting his feet, he saw a nearly transparent scale.

The scales are like a piece of thin ice the size of a fingernail scraped off from the ice wall. Only when you point it at the light can you see the thin layer on the edge. When Lingjiang wanted to take a closer look, the scales changed. The temperature of his palm showed some lines, and then the color appeared, and then under Ling Jiang's gaze, that strange scale turned into a snow-white snake scale with patterns, very similar to a person living in the snow in the north. A species of white snake.

No wonder.Ling Jiang thought, when he picked up the scales just now, he suspected that if what Su He and the others encountered were such transparent scales, how could they not realize that the ice snake might be transparent and invisible.

And the scales changed very quickly, which meant that what they picked up was the changed scales. No wonder they took the ice snake as an ordinary white brocade snake.

Ling Jiang put the scales into his pocket, twisted the frozen clothes, and there was a faint joy in his eyes. Although this snake is weird and indisputable, since they have found the whereabouts of the ice snake, even if it takes a little effort to catch it , but as long as one can be caught, it will be one step closer to Nineteen's antidote.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corners of Lingjiang's lips. Seeing an intersection not far ahead, he walked towards it to see if he could lure another ice snake out.

This underground palace is not known how big it is, and every passage is made of ice and stones. Lingjiang found that the front and back of the road could not be seen, and it seemed to be very long.And the passage will have an intersection at a certain distance, which will lead to a new passage. The new passage still cannot see the front and back, and then there will be another intersection after walking for a long time.

Loop back and forth, like a maze.

Ling Jiang didn't know how long he had been walking. He kept meeting intersections repeatedly, walked in, and met intersections again. The clothes on his body were frozen hard, sticking to his body stiffly, which was very uncomfortable.

Just when he realized that the passages here are complicated and confusing, he decisively began to mark every intersection he entered - tore off the clothes that were frozen like iron sheets, transformed into an eight-edged plum blossom hammer, and stabbed them with the hammer. Embed the cloth strips heavily into the ice wall at the fork to prevent myself from taking repeated paths, and give reminders to those who also fell into the underground palace, so that they can find themselves.

Then he walked for an unknown amount of time, until Ling Jiang's ragged clothes were hanging on his shoulders one by one, when he finally heard a footstep that wasn't his own.

Ling Jiang immediately followed the voice and turned into an intersection, and the voice disappeared at another intersection. After chasing three or four intersections, Ling Jiang suddenly smelled a strong stench not far from him. emanating from the intersection.

He slowed down his pace, holding the eight-edged plum blossom hammer in his hand, and walked close to the ice wall, and saw a person lying on the ground at that intersection.

The man was wearing the warrior uniform of the Xuemo tribe, and his body was covered with a thick layer of mucus from head to toe. When he walked into Lingjiang, he found that he was already dead. The rotten bones of his head could be seen, and the mucus was tightly wrapped like a film. Looking at him, he couldn't tell whether it was Su He's person who disappeared before or the person they brought.

Ling Jiang tried to get rid of the mucus on his body to see if there were any clues on his body, but it would definitely be impossible for him to peel it off with his own hands. He was reluctant to part with the two sledgehammers as his weapons, so he had four I looked down to see if there was any tool at hand, and after looking around, I found that this place was no longer an intersection, but a square room made of ice.

The room was a bit weird, there was no window, but there was an unpleasant wind blowing faintly, there were strands of blood and large pieces of mucus on the ground, and there were paintings on the surrounding walls.

The painting is carved on the ice, with a very light color, and there is still a layer of ice crystals on it. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see it. There are paintings in the whole room. Ling Jiang stood in front of an ice wall and brushed off the ice. Bing Jing saw one of the paintings depicting a man holding a huge ax pointing to the sky.

Lingjiang didn't study arty poetry and songs, and couldn't see what genre or freehand brushwork it was. He just felt that the people in the painting were standing on their hips, very tall, and their heads were almost touching the sky.

He couldn't see what it meant, so he continued to look down, and found a small man standing at the feet of the tall man. The small man was only as tall as the tall man's calf, so it was easy to ignore.

The action of the villain is the same as that of the master, and he is also holding an axe, but different people, the ax is facing the ground, and it just happens to be up and down with the master, and the sky is on the ground every day.

Ling Jiang was about to continue watching, when suddenly he felt the weird and unpleasant wind behind him disappear, and he wanted to look back, at this moment, a gust of strong wind rushed towards Ling Jiang unexpectedly, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it, Something hit him hard on the head.

All of a sudden, with a lot of force, Ling Jiang was unprepared, and hit his head on the wall. With a loud bang, the ice wall cracked open.

Lingjiang's head was in severe pain, and his eyes turned black for a while. He felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and warm water stains slowly flowed down his forehead, and flowed into his mouth. It was blood.

Ling Jiang slid along the ice wall and sat down on the ground in a state of exhaustion. At the moment before he passed out, he thought, was it the ice snake that attacked him just now?If it was the whole body of a snake that was drawn on his head, how thick would the snake be?

The last word fell in his heart, and Ling Jiang sat against the ice wall with his face covered in blood, and passed out.

……

This should be the worst injury he has ever suffered.

Ling Jiang closed his eyes in a drowsy state, the darkness in front of him was spinning upside down, he was so dizzy that he couldn't help but want to vomit, his body trembled suddenly, he rolled over to the side, opened his mouth and retched, at this moment, he dissipated His consciousness gradually returned, and the moment he became sober, he felt that his forehead was so painful that it was about to split open.

"Lingjiang? Lingjiang!" Someone hugged him limply into his arms.

Ling Jiang wanted to speak, but his throat burned, and his stomach rolled. He hurriedly pushed Yin Chenglan away to vomit, but the man held him tightly in his arms, stroked his back, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, spit on me can."

Ling Jiang didn't spit out anything, he just had sequelae from the heavy blow on his forehead.

"……nineteen"

Yin Chenglan hugged him tightly, and said hoarsely, "I'm here."

Ling Jiang closed his eyes and pushed his chest feebly: "There are snakes here, go quickly."

Yin Chenglan looked at Lingjiang's blood that dried up from his forehead to his face, and his heart was about to die of pain. His eyes reflected the blood on Lingjiang's face, and it seemed to be covered with a layer of scarlet: "It's okay baby, no There will be snakes, I found you, can you sleep for a while."

Ling Jiang's face was pale, eyes closed, and he didn't respond to his words for a long time. After a long while, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "...It's that kind of snake that can cure your poison..."

Yin Chenglan's hot kiss landed on his forehead: "I see, thank you for helping me find it."

Lingjiang's eyelashes trembled, as if she wanted to open them to see him, but she was exhausted and passed out again.

They fell into a coma and slept for a long time. They couldn't see the sun in the underground palace, so they couldn't judge the time exactly, but judging from the hunger in their stomachs, it should have been two days.

When Ling Jiang woke up again, the painful dizziness was much lighter.

He reached out to touch his forehead, but when he was stopped in mid-air, Yin Chenglan said in a hoarse voice with a little joy: "Don't touch it, it's bandaged."

Ling Jiang froze for a moment, then opened his eyes with difficulty.

Yin Chenglan's chin was covered with rough green beard stubble. When he saw him, his bloodshot eyes bent: "Lingjiang, you finally woke up."

"So it's really you." Ling Jiang leaned his upper body into Yin Chenglan's arms, stretched out his hands and pinched his face as if in a dream: "...Why are you here?"

"Ah."

"Dragged in from the pool?"

"Yeah." Yin Chenglan's lips pressed against Lingjiang's bandaged forehead.

Ling Jiang hummed, closed his eyes, his physical strength was a little weak, and he would feel dizzy after a while, but it was not time to let him sleep, Ling Jiang slowed down for a while, and said: "There is that kind of snake here, which can relieve you. poison."

Hearing this sentence again, Yin Chenglan's heart twitched violently, his eyes were stabbed, and he felt pain. His voice was hoarse to the extreme, and he said, "I see, my dear, thank you for helping me find the antidote."

Ling Jiang smiled: "Yeah."

Then he supported him to stand up: "...as long as we can catch the snake, we must find a way to catch it."

Yin Chenglan hugged him tightly and didn't let him move, his chin rested on his shoulder, almost speechless.

Ling Jiang was stunned, and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's find a way first."