Chapter 290 The Source of Evil

Following this path, she came to the backyard. At the end of the path, there was a bluestone slab, which was as big as the mouth of a well, and it was so abrupt among the grass.

Next to the bluestone slab, there is a piece of ashlar randomly discarded. One end of the ashlar has slight wear marks, which are very new and match the wear marks on the bluestone slab.

It seems that there is another world under this bluestone slab, and this square stone is the stepping stone.

Generally, there will be a secret signal when knocking on the door, or three long and two short, if two short and three long, this is the most basic and common usage.

She knocked casually, three long and two short.

Unexpectedly, her blindness turned out to be correct. She must be lucky!

The bluestone slab moved away with a bang, startling Xing Ying, he only thought that Yuan Qiu had knocked it indiscriminately, but he didn't expect it to be knocked open.

Looking at the dark hole, Xing Ying stopped Yuan Qiu: "Miss Xia, you must not go in."

Yuan Qiu shook his head: "I must go in, and I must see with my own eyes how that Wuji fragrance came about."

Xing Ying really wanted to knock her unconscious with one palm and take her away, but she couldn't do it, so she had to jump down first and let her down after making sure nothing happened.

The bluestone slab above her head was slowly covered, and the bottom of the cave was pitch black. She took out a bead from her bosom, and the bead exuded a faint soft light. Although it was not very bright, it was enough to see the way at the bottom of the dark cave.

The tunnel stretched far away as if it had no end, but they didn't seem to have walked for too long before reaching the end. The road went up obliquely, stepped on the stone steps, and drilled out of the hole carved out of the rockery. What greeted them was a piece of clear water. And on the other side of the clear water, the dazzling sea of ​​poppies.

She has always been indifferent and not surprised when things happen, but she couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of her. How many fragrances of Wuji can be produced in such a sea of ​​flowers? How many people will be harmed by Wujixiang?

Surrounding Yuan Qiu, Xing Ying used lightness kung fu to land on the water, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them were in the sea of ​​flowers on the opposite bank.

"What kind of flower is this?" Xing Ying looked around, the flowers bloomed just right, and they were extraordinarily gorgeous. He didn't know that there was such a place in this bustling capital city, like a paradise.

"Poppy." She looked at the flowers, beautiful and coquettish, dazzling and gorgeous, but deadly and vicious.

Xing Ying was taken aback: "What? Poppy?"

"When the poppy blooms, the devil comes. Although the flower is beautiful, it is as evil as the devil. It can devour life, exhaust life, make people crazy, and make people beyond redemption."

Xing Ying couldn't believe it: "So, Wuji Fragrance comes from this poppy flower?"

In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, looming in a blue dress, he stands far away, looking at the girl standing in the sea of ​​flowers, the white clothes are more than snow, the black hair is like a waterfall, the bright eyes are as clear as running water, the black eyebrows are as quiet as distant mountains, and she is as beautiful as a flower fairy Appearing, the spirit is like a spirit.

"The girl seems to know this flower very well!"

At the source of the sound, he came in a green suit, with a faint smile on his thin and pale face, and a coldness in his black and white eyes.

The strange thing is that he has a pair of peach blossom eyes, looking into his eyes, it seems to be looking at another person.

Both Yuan Qiu and Xing Ying were taken aback, because of his sudden appearance, and because his eyes were so much like a person.

The man in Tsing Yi stood among the sea of ​​flowers ten meters away from her, looking at her quietly, as if waiting for her to answer his question.

Yuan Qiu collected his thoughts, and asked softly, "Are you the owner of this piece of poppy?"

He hooked his lips, and caressed the bright red flower with his bony fingers: "So its name is Poppy! I just found out today."