"Are we abandoned by the little Lord?"
"Don't talk nonsense. The young master will come back."
More than a dozen demons sat around, with unspeakable depression on their faces.
They have been waiting here for a long time, but the little Lord and he didn't come back. It seems that they should have been abandoned.
"Little Lord, where are you?"
"If we go back like this, we will be killed by our master."
"I can only hope that the little Lord will remember to come back to us this time."
There was a sigh almost at the same time. Judging from their expressions and practices, it is not difficult to judge that they are not the first to encounter this kind of situation, and they may have experienced it many times.
Just when they were all in despair, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Why don't we go to the young master?"
All the demons were stunned.
Yes, why don't we go to the young master?
There was joy in their faces.
"But where to look?" Another demon said.
Yeah, where to find it?
The young master may have run for a long time now. They can't find him.
"How about following this?" Someone pointed to the mark on the ground.
A long mark, shallow or deep, looks like someone's speeding over it.
"Maybe the young master followed them, maybe?"
People, look at me, I look at you. Think about it. Every time the young lord left them, at least eight out of ten times, he would forget them.
Every time they bring it, they wait for a few months, and then they suddenly receive a message from the East Imperial City, asking them to go back. Then they know that the young master has already gone home. They just forget them and think about it recently.
At the thought of those days of waiting, every demon had a cold fight.
"It's done."
They followed the long mark on the ground and went inside.
And at this time, young people are here.
The young man is still looking for the trace left by Yunhao and touching it in the direction of the stone wall. He clearly knows the direction, but he just refuses to go fast. He has to find Yunhao's trace before he goes on.
If there is no trace, or the trace is too shallow, he will look for it for a long time, until he finds a new trace again, and then he will move on. And at this time, his face will be filled with a brilliant smile.
"Grandpa Ross, come here quickly. There's a mark here. They must be in front of you."
Los smell speech, also only good walk past, accompany him to fool around.
When the young man saw him coming, his face was even more smiling. He went on, looking for the mark left by Yun Hao.
They just walked, walked, and finally came to the smooth stone wall.
"The imprint disappears here."
The young man looked curiously at the stone wall in front of him. He just thought it was funny. He had never seen such a smooth stone wall in the wild before, and he could see the shadow.
He poked the stone wall in front of him curiously. A circle of water flowed around him. Taking his finger as the center of the circle, he swung around.
"Fun, fun."
Young people see this scene, the heart is more happy.
His hands were flying, and he began to move on and on the stone wall. A large number of water waves began to appear on the stone wall. The whole stone wall was like the waterlogged Road on a rainy day, and the young man's fingers were the rain.
Patta, Patta!!
After playing for a while, the whole stone wall is full of water waves, and there is no longer the beauty of water waves. At the beginning, the young people put down their hands.
He looked blandly at the stone wall in front of him: "Uncle Ross, let's go in."
"I'll go first. Just follow me." Said Ross.
This time, the young man was obedient, not rebellious. Ross walked in quickly. After the young man waited for a while, Ross came back and nodded to him.
"There is no danger in it. The young master can come in."
The young man followed Ross in. As soon as he entered, they saw the rows of fireflies.
"It's amazing that these relics can still be used even after so many years. It's strange that they will be called mythical civilization."
He also saw the murals and was surprised to say, "there are pictures, good, good. Uncle Ross, put all these pictures away. I'll look at them carefully when I get back to the East imperial city. "
Although Ross knew that he mostly wanted to do it again and again, and would not really treat these murals as treasures. Maybe he would completely forget them when he returned to the East Imperial City, he still obeyed.
Ross carefully pried the slabs off and put them in the storage ring he had already prepared.
The young man waited for him to finish all this and continued to walk inside.After a while, he came to the first underground palace.
"I'll say they're here." The young man pointed to the platform that was obviously wiped, and said excitedly.
"Let's go. They'll be in there."
He said that the young man was going to go inside, but without going out for two steps, he turned around and came back. As he walked, he patted his forehead twice.
"I almost forgot that."
The young man looked at the platform in front of him and then turned to look at Ross. Los didn't wait for him to speak this time, so he put the whole stone platform into the storage ring.
The young man was satisfied with his consciousness and nodded with a smile.
"Little Lord, there is a hole below."
When Ross put away the stone platform and saw a big black hole below, he was surprised, but he said something.
This hole is not a common round one, but a square one. The stones around it are very smooth. At first sight, it's the place where it flows out. It's even dark at the bottom. I don't know where it goes.
When the young man turned to see the big hole, his face showed a strong look of curiosity.
"Uncle Ross, let's go down."
The young man turned his head and looked to Los. Los sighed in his heart that it was a blessing, not a disaster. It was a disaster that could not be avoided. What should come was always coming.
"Lord, you wait here. I'll go down and have a look," he said
"Well, uncle Ross, be careful." The young man gasped.
Then Ross jumped into the big hole and heard the wind. Soon the light disappeared and it was dark all around. There was nothing but a little light on his head.
The young man was waiting. At the beginning, he was still in the mood to squat on the edge of the cave and look inside. But after a while, he became impatient. Instead of squatting, he sat on the edge of the cave and finally just lay on the edge of the cave.
But Ross still didn't come back. Some bored young people looked around, and his eyes soon focused on the next door.
But then he shook his head, threw the thought out of his mind, and began to look at the whole underground palace carefully.