Zhao Ge: 71. The Man of Snowy Night

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The wind blew overhead, whirring.

Bai Lishu took the Golden Crow longbow and walked down the deep black stone steps step by step. The Golden Crow glowed bright golden light in the darkness, illuminating his surroundings. He was walking down. In the depths of the Difengu battlefield, there was a tower buried underground, an upside-down black tower that was very similar to the Qingming Tower.

This pagoda is like a mirror image of the Qingming Tower in this world. Hezhou looked for “The Zhou Tian inscription on the top and the earth’s phases on the bottom” in the Qingming Tower. The Qingming Pagoda is the so-called “Zhou Tian”, and the so-called “Earth” is in this weird world of the remains of wild beasts.

This is also the reason why a large-scale ghost world will appear in Binzhou City.

The world in which Bingzhou City is located is the world of “Zhou Tian”, the yang in Tai Chi. The ancient battlefield connected by the Qingming Pagoda is the world of “Earth”, symbolizing the Yin in Tai Chi. In this world, there is a Qingming Pagoda that is exactly the same as the ground in Bingzhou. The two Qingming Pagodas are upright and down, forming a complete “world”.

The bones of wild beasts are “death” corresponding to the “life” of 170,000 people in Bingzhou City. The whole Bingzhou City has been a huge layout from the beginning. Yin and yang correspond, life and death correspond, the past and the present are calling.

But after the change, the boundary between Qingming Pagoda and its symmetrical space became blurred, and the boundary between yin and yang and life and death in the city became chaotic, and the five elements no longer flowed according to the law, and disaster came Above this city.

Now Bailishu has found the downfalling tower that is opposite to the Qingming Pagoda in the depths of this Difengu battlefield.

Perhaps it should be said that the Qingming Pagoda matches it.

Because this deeply buried tower is older and more ancient than Qingming Tower. The Qingming Pagoda should be built after imitating it. As the prototype of the Qingming Pagoda, this black pagoda is in the style of the Chaos Era through and through, huge, rough, majestic, and imposing.

This is a mysterious ancient tower built in the Chaos Era. I don’t know when it was discovered.

The Qingming Pagoda built on the ground is a tower that opens up to the sky. Opposite it, this inverted tower buried deep in the ground should be a tower connected to the Yellow Spring.

Bai Lishu stood on the stone steps, put a few bright arrows on the bow, the long arrows came out of the string, and shot towards the bottom of the tower which continued to extend downward. Vaguely photographed the underground situation. Stone steps hovered down one by one, and behind the circular corridor were closed tower rooms.

The flame has been down, as if to fall into the gloom of the yellow spring.

Until the fire went out, it failed to reveal what was at the bottom.

Bai Li dropped his eyes, thought for a moment, put away the longbow, took out the torch and lit it. He didn’t continue to walk down, but first walked a few steps toward the tower room beside him, and the fire shone through the stone room.

Like the Qingming Pagoda, there is a statue of an alien beast in the stone room, but the statues of the alien beast are no longer jade, but made of bronze. The alien beast is tall, hideous, and stunned. The dark fire shines on, like countless evil spirits lurking in a dead stone room.

“Sure enough…”

Bai Li Shu said softly as he looked at a statue of Weigui.

He did not look at the statues again, turned and walked straight down the spiraling stone steps, the light of the torch was blown bright and dark by the air circulating in the tower, and the face of Baili Shu was suddenly hidden in the darkness. , Suddenly exposed to the light.

The stone steps go all the way down, as if you can walk down the stone steps to the depths of hell.

Hell… No matter when, this is not a good word. How do you describe it in ancient folk legends? In the eighteenth floor of hell, people who have committed crimes are locked up.

If…

Bai Lishu raised his head and looked at the dim, **** light of the dead sun falling from above. The light does not give people a bright sense of security, on the contrary, it becomes more and more depressing, like the blood in the depths of hell.

The wind blew up from the bottom of the inverted tower, and the sleeves of Bailishu’s robe slammed. He stood on the middle layer of the falling tower with no connection to the sky, nowhere to go down, and in this place where there was no one other than him, and his face showed an almost sad expression.

——If there is such a thing as hell, then people like him, like the person who found him at the beginning, and people like them with hands full of blood, will definitely go to hell?

Bai Lishu remembered that day again.

He walked alone into the secret dungeon of the Baili family with a torch. The lights in the deepest part of the dungeon were dim and ignited like ghost fires. A bone-thinning chill rose from the ground. A cold wind with a mossy breath. The deepest part of the dungeon is a closed, unlocked cell.

There are no guards, no chains.

He opened the door and walked in.

An ordinary paper lantern was lit in the cell, and an old man was sitting behind the lantern, with gray hair and old age. In the flames, this once seemingly omnipotent person is really old. Bailishu stared at the man, remembering that Xueye, an old man in a black robe, walked out slowly in the wind and snow, and knelt on one knee to him.

Snow fell on the black-robed old man’s head, making him look like his hair was instantly white.

“Finally found you.”

The old man said, his voice was hoarse, he seemed to walk through a desert full of yellow sand, through the surging deep sea, and then finally walked out of the snow and kneeled in front of him.

“Who am I?”

He asked.

“Your last name is Baili, but your single name is sparse.”

The black robe old man replied.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, the old man sitting cross-legged opened his eyes. After seeing him, he got up and knelt down on one knee as he did before. Bai Lishu saw that he had no Xueluo and white hair, and suddenly he didn’t want to ask the questions that had been hovering in his heart for a long time. He knew this person too well.

No answer.

“You are old, I will not let the guard go if you are the same you were at the beginning.” Finally, Bai Lishu sighed and said softly.

“People will always get old, and the son is no longer the kid who stood in the snow and didn’t know where to return.” The old man sighed, looking up and seeing the young man who has completely mastered the Baili family. No young people should be flying, instead of a touch of lingering fatigue.

So the old man was silent for a long time.

“The son is very hard to manage every day. Now that the son has drawn the ground for me as a prison, he will no longer do more for the son. This is the only thing that the old man can do for the son now.”

“It’s a great honor for me to be able to come here to send my death.”

The old man said softly.

He lowered his head, black blood slowly flowing out of the seven orifices.

Bai Li looked at him quietly and didn’t speak any more.

He came here to personally end the life of the person who brought him back to the Baili family. This was decided at the beginning, but when he really saw this person die, he suddenly Feel very sad.

“Bai Li Yimai is handed to you.”

Before he died, the old man no longer used the honorific title, as if he was relieved.

“Take them…”

“I will.”