Chapter 404

Qiao Yanran turned her head, looked serious, reached out and rubbed Mengmeng's head, "brother, go out to do a very important thing, keep it strictly secret, Mengmeng is waiting for her brother here, OK? My brother will come as soon as he goes. "

Cute, pouting is not very happy.

She shakes Qiao Yanran's arm and says, "I want my brother to sleep with me."

Qiao Yanran pinched her small face and joked: "you can hang a bottle of oil with your little mouth pursed. Good, when your brother comes back, you can sleep with Mengmeng again, OK?"

"All right."

Mengmeng reluctantly agreed and got into the quilt with her back to her.

Qiao Yanran patted her on the back and left the room quietly. After closing the room, she directly went out over the wall and quickly walked towards the village.

The moon is very bright today.

Qiao Yanran body left Teng right flash, the past half an hour's journey, she only took five minutes, has reached the village.

She went to the side of the temple in the daytime.

The lock on the door of the small temple has been removed, and the wooden door is concealed.

Is she late?

Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand, and a fire red sword condensed in her palm. She clenched the handle and gently pushed the wooden door open.

The censers and statues she saw in her daily life disappeared and replaced by a deep corridor.

There was even more dead silence.

Qiao Yanran stepped into the corridor with light hands and feet.

Although the corridor is narrow and low, because the original owner is still young and short, it is not too difficult to walk through it.

Because of the darkness around, Qiao Yanran was very careful every step.

After she walked for a while, her eyes adapted to the darkness completely, but she was also bold, and her pace quickened. Soon a spacious gate more than two meters high appeared in front of her.

Qiao Yanran pushes the door open.

"Squeak -"

a toothache sounds.

Behind the door is still a deep corridor, but there are candles on both sides of the corridor, lighting the whole corridor as bright as day.

Qiao Yanran simply moved her body and put the red sword in front of her. She looked a little alert.

However, nothing happened.

Qiao Yan Ran came to the end of the corridor, she explored around for a long time, and finally in the position of the top of the head, caught a crack.

She touched the ground with the tip of her foot, jumped up almost instantly, stretched out her hand and pushed it up.

The mechanism almost integrated with the wall was pushed up.

Qiao Yanran smoothly out of the corridor, looking around, he found that he was standing in the back mountain of the village.

And here, during the day, she just came!

It's the place where hundreds of people hold the ceremony.

Right in front of the table, a large part of the mountain has been washed down, but it has been blocked by the soil, and the paste is solid.

But you can still see the traces clearly.

"Tap -"

in the distance, there are messy footsteps.

Qiao Yanran listens to this disorderly footstep sound, estimates at least must come several dozens people, she then lightly returned to the corridor.

She buried her ears in the root of the corridor, trying to find out some news, but it was quite quiet outside, which was a little scary.

Qiao Yanran patiently waited for most of the time, thought they left, then carefully pointed out his head.

There was a layer of people in black robes outside, but they were very serious, and no one whispered.