The partner's fingers slid across the scales, with gentle and delicate movements, scraping off the black dirt on the scales.

The feeling of cleaning the scales is very comfortable. Originally very clean, Mang Ling had someone to clean his scales every day, and since he entered the Tiankeng, he has no time to take care of his scales. This feeling was so comfortable that Boa Ling fell asleep. When it suddenly woke up, it no longer had the weight of its partner. A strong smell of blood came from the front, and another round of sacrifice was over.

The python dragged its heavy body reluctantly and crawled over, diligently picked up the scattered bones like a dog, picked up the pieces of meat, and pushed them together with its head, every time the python Yes, the next step is to wait for these broken bones and meat to be glued together again. This process was very fast, but this time the python spirit couldn't hold it anymore, it passed out, and its mutilated body surrounded the flesh and bones.

It has never stayed on the altar since it was seriously injured. Although those monsters were not aimed at it, their ferocious nature made them attack all creatures on the altar. The python spirit can't be hurt anymore, it will die. But Mang Ling didn't have the strength to leave. It fell into a dark coma, and could no longer perceive any situation outside. Even if it was torn apart alive by the monster, it would be powerless to resist.

…

The python spirit woke up from the **** breath of the beast. Blood splattered on its body, its body was arched and heaved, and the weight of its partner was on top of it. Breathing weakly, no longer moving.

What's going on here?

The python spirit's consciousness was very dull, it barely spit out the letter and touched the cheek of its partner, the tip of its forked tongue licked the salty liquid. It's the taste of blood, it's what Python Ling often tastes in his own mouth, the blood of his partner.

Has another sacrifice started yet?

Why didn't it find out... Obviously if the partner groans in pain, it will find out immediately.

The python spirit didn't understand, it turned its body subconsciously, trying to protect its partner under it like in the past, but it couldn't do it. The body was too heavy, too heavy to be its own. The weight of the companions, the weight of those beasts, all weighed on the body of the python spirit. It itself was seriously injured, and the python spirit under these weights could not move, and even the tip of its tail could not swing.

In particular, the partner's hand was holding onto its body tightly, as if he wanted to use his thin body to block the beast's fangs, preventing them from hurting the python spirit again.

is blood.

The immobile python spirit could only touch its partner's cold cheek comfortingly with a snake letter, just like it had done before. The huge and ferocious beast leaned over and bit off the partner's head, but it was not complete. Blood spurted out from the cut, and the warm blood splashed onto the python spirit's dull snake letter. Only then did it realize something, Snake Xin hesitated a little, and touched the surviving jaw of his partner. He bit on his arm, the bone was visible deep down, even if the head was torn off, it could not be separated.

In this way, no matter how painful it is, he won't cry out in pain.

The python spirit would not be awakened by his voice, and guarded blindly like desperately, and suffered more injuries.

"The master will be back."

In a trance, Bog Ling remembered that they had just arrived here, before several sacrifices, the partners would always murmur alone when they recovered part of their bodies, and were not fully recovered, and would not be dragged to perform sacrifices again, as if this sentence It's his hope of staying alive.

But I don't know when, the partner stopped saying this sentence. He became very silent, like a stone. The python spirit could feel that his body was still warm, but his partner seemed to be slowly turning into stone. Don't move, don't talk, it's no different from a stone. Occasionally, his dull eyes would look at the python spirit, and his voice would always be hoarse, his speech would be slow and he could not articulate clearly, like a child who just learned to speak.

"Don't die, Quetzal, you don't die."

This is what he said the most.

Boa Ling suddenly didn't want to die.

It wants to live.

Just like in the coldest winter, snakes will hibernate together to resist the cold winter. And even if the snakes alone dug the hole in advance, many of them could not survive and froze to death in winter. It and its partner are like two snakes. If it dies, the cubs cannot survive.

Boa Ling was injured too badly, and had been hungry for too long. No matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it needs food supplements, rest, and the sun. But there is nothing here. If the python spirit wants to survive, it can only absorb the dirty energy here.

Its scales began to rot, its muscles turned into a thick paste, and its white bones could be seen when it moved. Its skull was deeply sunken, and disgusting tentacles protruded from its eye sockets like catfish whiskers, and two dark red flames became its new eyes.

The python spirit could finally see again, it looked at its partner, and didn't feel that the skin was torn, the growing red muscle tendon and the cub with its eyeballs exposed were ugly. Because the python saw its own reflection in the cub's eyeballs, it became uglier than the cub.

But at least it survived and was able to fight for its younger companions again. Python Ling felt full of strength, just like in the period of complete victory. It can even vaguely feel that if it continues to absorb the energy here, it can become extraordinarily powerful, stronger than ever. As long as you can become stronger and continue to protect your partners, then what does it matter if you become ugly.

The cub cried, salty water dripping from his still-grown eye sockets. Boo Ling licked his cheeks, but found that there were a few rotten black spots on the newly grown flesh, which became soft and festered after being licked by it, just like its body. Immediately afterwards, the python spirit found more rotten spots on the partner's body.

What's going on here?

The python spirit didn't dare to lick it anymore, and didn't even dare to get close to his partner, for fear that the rotten stench would stain his body. The partner didn't care, and he still leaned on the python spirit as before, not disliking the thick paste for staining his flesh and blood. He was always distracted, and he didn't say a word during the interval between one sacrifice and another, his eyes were empty, and he stared blankly at the top of his head. Every once in a while, the python spirit would move him with the tip of its tail, for fear that its partner would turn into a stone.

Until one day, the always taciturn partner suddenly said to it:

"Quizal, listen to me, I have to send you out."

Why? I have become stronger.

"I have to stay here, you have to go out, you can't...mutate any longer."

What is mutation?

Boa Ling didn't understand. It can vaguely feel the partner's resistance and aversion to those dirty forces from the soul contract. If the partner hates it, it's fine if it doesn't absorb it, anyway, it won't die now.

Mang Ling didn't want to be separated from his partner, he was still so young, he couldn't take care of himself well.

"You know, Quetzal, the game that Grandmaster and I play is called Snake Eater, do you remember?"

It remembered, although the python spirit forgot many things, but this python spirit remembered very clearly. Because my partner said that the black snake moving back and forth in that small iron box was the same as it. Where is the same? For the sake of his partner, Boa Ling condescended to hiss and greet the little snake as thin as a thread, but the other party ignored it completely, and looked like a stupid snake.

But his partner once said with a smile that it was because he thought of it that he tried to learn to play that game, and only then did he realize that there is such a vast world outside the original tribe.

With no soil, no trees and vines, no fresh prey, the python spirit doesn't know what's good outside.

Since the cub likes it, there must be something good about it. It is tolerant and magnanimous, and it won't care about a silly black snake that can't leave the small iron box.

"Hey Quetzal, I still want to play that one. Can you find it for me?"

The partner smiled, and his imperfect lips could not cover his teeth: "After you find the mobile phone, you can cast it through the crack, and I will receive it."

Following the place pointed by his partner, Boa Ling found what seemed to be a flat and long crack in the darkness above his head. There is a faint light coming in from the outside, because the distance is too far to see clearly.

That's the crack leading to the outside.

That kind of small iron box is only available outside, not here. Boa Ling didn't want to leave.

Of course it could leave, because it was not the chosen one. But the partner is here, Mang Ling doesn't want to leave.

Unless with a partner.

"Look, Quetzal, that slit is too small, thinner than my arm. I can't get smaller like you."

The partner didn't intend to leave, and during the short time he was awake, he persuaded Python Ling with a relaxed tone.

"Our souls are connected. If you go out, I can breathe the air outside again, okay?"

not good.

"Please Quezar, I really want to play that game, can you find it for me?"

not good…

"Quetzal, you are the best."

…

Well, well, young cubs are just too spoiled.

"Let's go, Quetzal, let's go."

"You can come back to see me anytime, can't you?"

hiss hiss—

It can't go back!

Trapped in memory, the python spirit hissed in pain and despair, its blood pupils burst, and black pulp splashed up, like a monstrous black flame burning fiercely! The violent burst of madness caused the python spirit to glow with an ominous black light like a broken spirit body, and the black pulp trembled like ripples, congealing into huge and uncontrollable dark tentacles of filth, twisting and arrogance extending infinitely.

It can never go back! It can no longer go through that crack! No matter how many mobile phones it finds and paintings that can absorb filth, it can't be sent to its partners!

It lost its partner.

To find it, it must find its way back, it has already wasted too much, too much time.

Someone is still waiting for it.

"I can't continue...the spirit body collapsed..."

Kill, kill kill kill—kill anyone who dares to stop it—

This was the last thought of the manic python spirit who was completely confused and lost his mind before he fell into a coma.

"call."

Wu Rong's expression was dignified, and there was slight sweat on the forehead. He picked up the python head the size of a leather ball and put it back into the iron basin. Fu Qing then closed the lid, dipped his finger in cinnabar, and drew a simple seal symbol on it.

The ground with a radius of three meters away from the two of them was a mess, full of gullies, and it was enough to see how powerful the python spirit's destructive power was when it was in a crazy state. The filth on it from the Great Tiankeng can contaminate all human beings. This is still the power condensed when the python's soul is weak and its strength is less than half.

Wu Rong's prudence helped him and Fu Qing a lot, otherwise such a big commotion tonight would be difficult to end.

"The crack is there."

Wu Rong pointed to the northeast. He and Fu Qing resolutely left the temporary residence when Mang Ling fell into chaotic memories and the filth was about to spread, and came to the Nanshan Canyon where Mang Ling once occupied. When Wu Rong came here for the first time, he guessed that the crack leading to the Tikal Tiankeng was deep in the canyon. Sure enough, after arriving here, the python spirit, who was seriously injured and weak-willed, was completely insane after being stimulated by the ghost dog.

"Just now I was involved in the...memories of the python spirit."

Wu Rong pondered, looking at Fu Qing. The Taoist priest shook his head and said flatly, "I don't."

Sure enough, only he saw it.

Wu Rong thoughtfully took out the diamond-shaped slate, and the slate started to get hot as soon as he came here, and then he fell into the chaotic memories of the python spirit. Most of Mang Ling's mind was corroded and destroyed, and his memory was intermittent. Wu Rong only saw a few scenes, but it was enough for him to deduce most of the situation in that year.

"Kukuka fell into the endless cycle of sacrifices in the Great Tiankeng. In order to survive, the python spirit connected to his soul took the initiative to absorb the filthy power in the Great Tiankeng and infected Kukuka."

These are the rotten black spots in Python Ling's memory. Kukuka must have expected this, so he insisted on sending the python spirit out. The python spirit was still alive at that time, and it would die sooner or later if it continued to stay in the Tiankeng, and it would also implicate Kukuka.

"But the python spirit was too corrupted and polluted by the power in the depths of the Great Tiankeng, even if it returned to the human world, it would die soon."

Speaking of this, Wu Rong paused and looked around the canyon. If there were no natural cinnabar mines in the rocks to form a natural formation, the python spirit full of filth and hostility would probably be discovered as soon as it came to the world, and it would also protect the python spirit from collapsing after its death. And the canyon is just filled with poisonous miasma, which is inaccessible to human beings, and it has become a natural paradise—the crack is deep in the canyon.

Is this a coincidence.

The powerful force of the python spirit's rampage was like a strong wind passing through, and there was nothing left in the canyon except for the huge python bones. The crevice of the tiankeng hidden behind the python bone, covered with a layer of almost inaudible turbid yin, was also revealed in front of Wu Rong and Fu Qing. It's not too big, only half a palm wide, and the forearm is long. No normal person, not even a scrawny child, can pass through this crack.

"There is another seal in the crack."

Fu Qingdao, he once directed Mang Ling to take out the "White House" that was left in the crack, and exchanged it for Mang Ling's gold jewelry.

"It's only one finger deep. Mobile phones, drawing paper and other worldly things cannot enter the Tiankeng through it."

I don't know how Kukuka sent the python spirit out, or this seal is one-way, only allowing the ghosts in the Great Tiankeng to come to the world. This is undoubtedly more dangerous, and those ghost masks that suddenly appeared may have come out in this way.

Since things from the human world cannot be sent to the Great Tiankeng, what about the items that originally came from the Great Tiankeng?

Wu Rong thought of the diamond-shaped stone slab, and he was basically sure that it came from the Great Tiankeng, and the picture drawn on it was exactly the 'sacrifice' that the python spirit said.

There should not be only one such stone slab, there may be other large tiankengs as well.

The slate is very important, Wu Rong will not rashly use it for any attempt. For others, it is undoubtedly almost impossible to peek at the Great Tiankeng through a dark and bottomless slit. But Wu Rong has the cursed ruby ​​of the python spirit.

"Wang, it can indeed be used to peek into the tiankeng."

Hongxiu, who had taken the initiative to ask someone to deal with the ruby ​​before, came to return. She knelt down respectfully in front of Wu Rong, holding the ruby ​​with both hands respectfully.

Most of the ruby, which was originally the size of an egg, was cut off in half, leaving only the deepest part alienated by the tiankeng, which was made into a thin lens and inlaid on a single metal frame. The lens is rich water red, with a hint of grayish purple, and there seems to be gold powder in it, which is dazzling and dazzling when you look closely. The monocle alone is a ghost with a strong curse power, and it is used by ghost kings below the level of the ghost king to fear retaliation.

I don't know how the red sleeve is designed. There are light brown crystal films on the inner and outer layers of the ruby ​​lens. When it is worn normally, it is just an ordinary monocle. Only when Wu Rong infuses ghost energy, the crystal membrane will automatically fade away, revealing the ruby ​​lens that can peep into the big sinkhole.

"You can't look directly at indescribable objects. Do not use this lens for more than three minutes."

Hongxiu directly called the Great Tiankeng an indescribable thing, and the things inside are not a system at all with their ghosts. Even with the help of glasses, you can't spy for too long.

Whether three minutes is long or short, you have to use it wisely. The information on the Great Tiankeng obtained only through Major General Lu is still too limited. If it wasn't for Tong Fuyuan's own serious problems, Wu Rong would really be considering whether to agree to his invitation to go to Tianda, the capital, to inquire about information.

But Hongxiu came this time, in addition to the polished ruby ​​lens, he also brought another good news.

"The coffin old man and Su Xiaomi who went to the United States have found Qin Qing's whereabouts."

It was only then that Wu Rong remembered that the coffin old man and Su Xiaomi had gone to the United States under the arrangement of Master Ling Yun. When the coffin old man saw Muyang on the battlefield, he recognized him as the future enemy of the ghost kingdom, a strong human being, so he simply threw him away out of sight and out of mind. Qin Qing was by Muyang's side at the time, and was simply packed up and thrown away by the coffin old man.

Who would have thought that Qin Qing's father, Professor Qin, is the professor who has the most in-depth research on the gaps in the Tiankeng, the passages of the Tiankeng, and the cult of sacrifices in the world today, and he loves his only son very much. After Qin Qing disappeared, he completely dropped the research at hand and tried his best to find Qin Qing's whereabouts. Due to Professor Qin's special physique, it is almost impossible to forcefully invite him.

"what do you mean-"

Wu Rong's eyes lit up. There is an altar suspected to be connected to the Tiankeng in the base of the Holy Wedge Society in Yangjiaping, and a crack leading to the Tikal Tiankeng was found here in the Hongya Nanshan Canyon. In this case, if Professor Qin can be found, there will be an expert who has deep research on the Great Tiankeng, which will be very helpful for all subsequent actions.

"The Coffin Old Man and Su Xiaomi have been working day and night since arriving in America. After going through some difficulties, they found Qin Qing Muyang's whereabouts, and successfully contacted them yesterday."

Hongxiu briefly stated: "The situation in the U.S. Federation is different from that in the Asian League. Our forces are still in their infancy, and the procedure for privately extraditing Qin and Qing to return is relatively cumbersome."

So the coffin old man was anxious about Wu Rong's concern, and wanted to make up for his mistakes and return to Wu Rong's side immediately. He felt that it was too slow and troublesome to bring back Qin Qing's whole body, so he simply got some bits and pieces of Qin Qing's body and sent them back.

"I have sent someone to use it to invite Professor Qin, and the professor is coming soon."

Hongxiu finally wrote lightly.

The scene was quiet, only the unconscious python spirit in the iron basin couldn't sleep well, vomiting letters in his dream.

Hiss hiss.

The author has something to say: Rong Gang: Follow the path of the villain, leaving the villain with nowhere to go!

Coffin Old Man: Aren't we the villains?

Hongxiu: Aren't we the villains?

Grandmaster Ling Yun: Aren't we the villains?

Major General Lu: The villain is Tong Fuyuan!

Professor Qin received a package, which contained Qin Qing's hair, fingernails, dirty clothes, and a photo of Qin Qing who had been stripped and shaved.

Miserable Qin Qing Miserable