As the sun rises, golden sunlight shines down, and it seems to be coated with a layer of gold on this ancient and majestic city of Qin.

But for some reason, the golden light is not only not dazzling, but it is a dull and gray color, as if the sun is falling, allowing this ancient royal city to bathe in the afterglow of the sunset.

Perhaps, this royal city of eternal history is about to reach the end of life.

The Qunfang Pavilion in the east of the city is a rich and rich cave even in troubled times.

The plan for the day is in the morning. It should be a time of vitality. People come and go on the streets outside, and the hawking sounds of vendors are constantly coming from the streets.

However, in this folk pavilion, there is only one word "quiet", which is the quietness that is decadent and desperate after the lamp is gone and the wine is gone.

However, if you are sensitive enough, you will notice that there is a word "cold" hidden in the word "quiet". In this lazy breath, a sharp chill is wandering around, spreading all over the space of Qufang Pavilion.

Even if the morning sun is bright enough, it cannot drive away the inexplicable chill.

At this time, a little white bird came flapping its wings, flapping its wings in front of the pane of the top attic, swept through the wide gaps of the two fingers, landed on the dressing table in the room, and stopped quietly there, as if waiting for something.

The room with dim light was full of reverie smell. Under the pink curtain, an old man with a big belly was sleeping on the couch, making thunderous snoring, as if immersed in his sleep after he was full of joy.

A delicate and weak woman curled up in his arms at this moment. She seemed to hear the movement, her beautiful eyes slightly opened, slowly sat upright on the bed, covered with a thin gauze as thin as a cicada's wing, and then walked down barefoot and fell down.

"Here you come!"

The charming woman walked in front of the dressing table, and she slowly stretched out her hand, and the white bird shone with its wings and landed in her beautiful palm, making a chirping sound.

"This is really interesting news, and I believe the elders will be surprised by this."

The charming woman nodded slightly, as if she could understand the bird's cry, her face became more and more surprised. He brushed her sleeves and slapped her on the bed. The fat old man was lost in his dream, as if he had lost any sound.

At some point, the charming woman put on a wide robe, and even her face changed. Her delicate and weak cheeks quickly became rough, as if she was wearing a man's mask, or perhaps her original face.

Soon, she pushed open the attic room and turned into a wisp of blue smoke. She walked through the maid who was cleaning in the early morning, slowly passing by among the buildings, and soon disappeared without a trace.

In Ruoda Qunfang Pavilion, there are always hidden corners that are not cognizable. The warehouse at the bottom of the attic is such a place, but inside this abandoned warehouse, few people know that there is a passage that can lead to the underground world.

It is said that the underworld has eighteen levels of hell, but there are also seventeen levels of hell under the grounds of this group of Fanglou, because there are special death rows here, where the vicious prisoners in the world are imprisoned.

There are no windows, no place to let the air, and no sky. There is only eternal darkness and death, and the only corridor that is the same as the outside world.

On the seventeenth floor below, all the death rows were full, and the prisoners inside were sitting or lying, all with bones standing. They stood dull, like walking corpses, making people feel a little unbearable to see them.

If outsiders come in, they will definitely recognize the identities of some of them. Some of them were important officials in the court who had offended the Qin royal family before, some were extremely guilty murderers, and some were remnants of the Darong Tianmo Sect...

In other words, they were all death row prisoners of the Qin Dynasty and had been sentenced to death by Qiu Hou. Even on the list of the Ministry of Justice of the Qin Dynasty, they were all executed, but they did not expect to be detained here.

No one would have thought that in Qunfang Pavilion, there are the most mellow wines in Daqin, the most beautiful Yanle, and the most beautiful girl, but there is a unique world underground, where the most vicious death row prisoners are imprisoned.

The seventeenth level hell is imprisoned the more you are, the most dangerous one will be.

Even, on these sixteenth floors, an old Nascent Soul monster was imprisoned, but his condition was not very good.

The lights are dim and the wind is sad. This is the road to the underworld.

A wisp of blue smoke curled down, turning into a human form and walking on the steps. The lamp shone down like beans, reflecting the delicate barefoot, stepping on the dark steps without any dust, but it was indescribable.

At the end of hell, heaven is!

The seventeenth floor is the end of hell. It is a magnificent and luxurious construction here, which is comparable to a royal palace. Building such a hall deep in the ground is really an unimaginable project in the world.

In the main hall, there is a throne of Phoenix, with a portrait hanging on it.

This is a portrait of a woman, with beautiful and refined cheeks, slender willow eyebrows, bright eyes, straight nose, delicate lips and smooth cheeks. She is so good that she puts on this face, but she is indescribably charming.

If Mo Wentian was here, he would definitely be shocked and puzzled, because the woman in the portrait is just the same as Murong Xingyue, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she is a twin sister.

At this time, on the Phoenix Throne, there was a man sitting quietly, wearing a hideous ghost-headed mask. Although he couldn't see his appearance clearly, he was enough to judge in his figure that he was definitely a young man.

Next to the young man, there was a man in black and cloak standing respectfully, with his hat completely covering his head, and only a pair of eyes were exposed outside, but these were emerald green eyes, with a cold and charming light flashing inside.

If anyone sees these eyes, they will feel numb on their spine, because it does not look like human eyes, but a pair of snake eyes.

At this moment, at the lower position of the throne, eight figures were sitting and standing still, and were silent under the shock of these snake eyes. Among them, men and women were all wearing strange masks, completely covering their faces.

"Elder!"

A beautiful woman like green smoke came over, stepped barefoot in the golden hall, walked up to hold her fists and said, "The news just came, but it was about the treasure of the Great Qin."

"oh?"

Just under the ghost-headed mask, a sound seemed to be made, and asked indifferently: "Deacon Qingluan, where did the news come from?"

"The elders, passed down from the Golden Palace."

The Qingluan Deacon paused and said in a deep voice: "Today's morning, the Blood-Taoist Young Master said in person that he was going to open the treasure of the Great Qin to reward the soldiers who had made contributions to defending the city."

"good!"

The ghost-headed mask sneered, immediately stood up on the throne, and said in a cold voice: "I have been dormant for seven years, hiding in the dark spirit stone vein. I didn't originally intend to call you to meet here, but the demise of the Great Qin Kingdom is about to perish. If I don't seize the treasure of the Great Qin, I'm afraid there will be no chance again."

When he said this, his voice suddenly rose and he said in a deep voice: "Dear deacons, are you willing to continue to follow me and seize the wealth of the treasure of the Great Qin treasure on this eve of dawn?"

"The deacon of the Great Yan Kingdom, I am willing to listen to the elder's orders!"

"The deacon of the Great Zhao Kingdom, I am willing to listen to the elder's orders!"

"Red Owl, the deacon of Yue Kingdom, is willing to listen to the elder's orders!"

...

At that moment, the eight figures stood up and clasped their fists. Although there was a mask covering their cheeks, the greedy and fiery gaze in their eyes could not be blocked at all.

"Um!"

The ghost-headed mask waved his hand slightly, as if to signal them to retreat, and pondered: "Everyone goes down and prepare. If there is any definite news, we will take action."

"yes!"

Including the Qingluan, the nine deacons should immediately walk out of the hall one after another.

"Let's go and see your old friend!"

The ghost-headed mask stood up on the throne and walked out of the hall with big strides. A strange light flashed through the eyes of the man in black-clothed cloak, and he leaned against his body like a shadow or a snake, following him closely.

Upwards, there is the sixteenth floor, and there is only a stone prison here, built in the cold darkness.

The ghost-headed masked man walked forward and opened the iron door of the stone prison. A smell of minced meat hit his face, but it was empty inside and there was no conspicuous decoration at all.

But in the middle, there was a big jar, probably one person tall, and it was pitch black and not conspicuous, but the minced meat smell came from it.

"Yeah!"

Suddenly, a subtle sound seemed to be heard from the jar. If I hadn't listened quietly, I wouldn't have heard it at all.

"Old friend, can you hear it too, is it my voice?"

The ghost-headed masked man walked forward, as if he didn't dislike the stench at all, and let out a sigh of tsk.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and you still look like this, but then again, when you were sent here by the Master Lei from the Six Gate, wasn't that what you looked like?"

When he said this, the jar shook loudly, and there seemed to be an angry cold snorkeling.

"Old friend, don't be angry. If the King of Qin had killed all the people, you wouldn't have ended up like this. It's almost three or four hundred years. Time should be used to erase everything and your anger should be eliminated."

The man from the ghost-headed mask sighed and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "But then again, your brother's unfilial descendants are about to push the Qin Dynasty to perish. If the old King of Qin had any knowledge in the spring, he would definitely be a virtuous person or a eldest son. If you became the master of the Qin Dynasty back then, it might be a different scene."

The jar was filled with anger and began to shake violently, as if he wanted to get rid of the seal shackles.

"Old friend, be careful, the treasure of the Great Qin Dynasty is about to be opened again, and I will release you and help Yinfeng Tower seize the wealth inside. This is Chu Chu's last wish before his death."

When he said this, the ghost-headed mask took off his face and laughed wildly to the sky: "God treats me seriously. First, the six-winged frost snake will never leave me, and then get the news of the treasure of the Great Qin Dynasty. It is just around the corner to make a comeback."

The oil lamp shone dimly and immediately illuminated the face under the mask. It was an extremely young face, but it was covered with black pockmarks, twisted on his cheeks, as ugly as a bug.
Chapter completed!