The so-called hole is just below the hill, located between the roots of the fish beams and wood. The son of the forest walked in front with his fingers, and the group followed behind. At the request of Xiaohua, Zhao Mai held the flower pot and took her with him.

The road of the cave was curved and low, and Ador had to squat and walk, and if he carried Bran on his back, he would wear him off the top of the cave. So the paralyzed boy was now on Zhao Mai's back. He widened his eyes and tried to look around through the shaking light and shadow. This was a place full of tree roots, moss and spider webs, and an indelible smell of earth in the air. The coldness formed by the combination of moisture and coldness constantly penetrated downward from the surface of the skin, and it didn't look like a serious place.

The son of the forest walked in front, and the bark on his body and the leaves between his hair rubbed, rustling constantly. The underground passage was bent and turned, and soon his figure was no longer visible. Zhao Mai kept carrying Bran and walked slowly behind the Li De siblings. As long as Bran was by his side, he could see the three-eyed crow. He was always wary, afraid that as soon as they parted, the three-eyed crow would disappear.

Following the fire, after walking for a while, the hole broke out. The fork on the left was as black as asphalt, and the fork on the right was lit, so even Adu knew where to go. Zhao Mai used his mind powers as his eyes and went deeper into the dark left fork on the left. The deeper it was, the colder it became. Soon he saw a large number of ice cubes. There were many black shadows inside the ice cubes. When he got closer, he saw that they were all frozen.

I don’t know how long they have been in the ice, but they don’t look like the current residents of the North. The eyes of the Psychic Eye are all covered with such solid ice, and there are also frozen people inside. The distance is too far, Zhao Mai withdrew his gaze and continued to follow the torch.

The light and shadow flowed, as if the walls were moving. In their eyes, many creatures slowly appeared. Earthworms and centipedes wriggled from the cave walls and their heads. They even saw huge white snakes crawling in and out of the ground. Some insects eating rot and corpses rushed up and overwhelmed everyone's feet. The insects were soft, pale, sticky, and slippery, with three circles of sharp little teeth.

The teenagers were frightened, and Mela clenched his brother's hand tightly. Ado also saw this scene. "Ado." He whimpered, squatting and barely moving forward. Zhao Mai waved his hand, and a breeze blew by, dispelling the illusion in front of him. The so-called white snake was nothing more than white tree roots, and the insects on the feet were nothing more than slippery moss and small mushrooms.

"Bran, you learn everything well. Don't learn the taste of the Three-Eyed Crow." Zhao Mai curled his lips, adjusted his shoulder posture, and said: "It is obviously used to use the natural force, but it is arranged here like a necromancer. How can this attract good disciples?"

"What is the Necromancer?" Bran is always curious.

"The evil spellcaster who manipulates corpses, takes human life, and plays with souls." Zhao Mai replied.

They continued to head deep into the ground, walking through one fork after another, and passing through one hole after another. There was a particularly empty hole, which was enough to support three hundred people to have a banquet. However, there were only countless stone teeth on the top of their heads and a large number of stalagmites on the ground. The dripping indoor raindrops hit annoying music, and the son of the forest holding the flames kept urging in front.

After passing more holes and more forks, everyone had been walking in the maze-style underground passage for a long time. Ado's stomach made a rumbling sound, "Ado", he scratched his head, and then took out mutton ham from the cloth bag on his chest. "Ado?" He asked everyone with the ham, and after breaking a piece for each person, he happily ate his own portion.

The sound of everyone chewing echoed in the hole, and sometimes even echoed. Ado hiccupped, and then there was a "Duoduoduo..." sound from all directions. The boy and the girls laughed loudly, and the laughter began to echo, dispelling the cold atmosphere of the cave. The son of the forest turned around, blinked his slender eyes, and squeezed out a smile as they were.

"How far is it?" Zhao Mai asked, "How deep are we underground?"

"It's coming soon, just walk through the bone cave." The son of the forest said. Then he turned around and walked silently with the light of fire, not answering their questions. Everyone was fantasizing about what the bone cave looked like. Zhao Mai scared them to be the kind of skull hanging everywhere, and if you step on your feet, you would fall into a terrible place where the corpse piles were piled up. "The eyes of the skull flashed with yellow fluorescence, just like the light of fireflies, but it was even more weird and colder. There were corpses everywhere, old, rotten, and unbearable. How could you trample on the corpse? Then the white corpse gas was squeezed out, floating like a hand, scratching your calves and ankles, leaving black scratches on it. The cold breath gently blew on the fluff behind the ears, and a voice rang out: 'I'm so unfair...'"

Everyone was frightened, but finally found that the so-called skeleton cave was not as terrible as Zhao Mai described. Although there were fragile bones under his feet, they were only a thin layer. There were neither white claws nor whispers in his ears. There were only bones of birds and beasts scattered on the road, and other bones were also there. The larger ones might come from giants, and the especially smaller ones might be the son of the forest. On the walls of the caves on both sides, there were many stone niches that were dug out, and there were skulls of various creatures. Almost all creatures in the northern border appeared here. In summer, he found a dire wolf's skull, ran over and sniffed with his nose, and then sneeze.

The atmosphere rendered by Zhao Mai was not reached here, which made the group feel a little disappointed. They passed a steep road and finally reached the last hall. Through the curved arch bridge, they crossed the dark underground river water and came to a platform. The son of the forest raised his hands high, and the fire became brighter and filled all the surrounding space. Following the direction of his finger, everyone looked at it intently.

A pale, ebony-decorated king appeared before them, his expression seemed to be in a dream, and the throne woven by beamwood surrounded his dry limbs, like a mother hugging a child.

Although there is a throne, there is no crown. Only a black dragon crystal is attached to the middle of his forehead, like the third eye. His body is thin and his clothes are torn. He looks like a Buddha's corpse from a distance. However, his chest is still undulating, and his breath can blow the slender beard around his mouth. Only then do people believe that he is not a corpse. Countless tree roots entangled inside and outside his body, wrapping and supporting him. Many tree roots even penetrate through his body, but the wounds have grown together with the tree roots, and they cannot distinguish each other and cannot be considered any wounds.

The owner of the throne had fair skin, and there was a blood-red birthmark from his neck to his cheek, which was also the only strange place on his body. The white hair, white eyebrows, and white beard were as delicate and slender as spider webs, floating in the wind, separated from each other, and not entangled. He was already inseparable from the throne behind him. It was possible that his bones had been replaced by the roots and perhaps internal organs. Zhao Mai saw the dark red leaves growing from his skull, and countless gray mushrooms occupied the exposed skin of his arms and thighs. He seemed to have not moved for a long time, because when he moved, he would pounce on a lot of dust and spores of mushrooms and moss.

He opened his eyes, but there was only one blood-red eye without whites. A white tree root drilled into the other eye socket and pierced out of his neck. He glanced with the red eye for a long time and finally found a group of people.

"Are you a three-eyed crow?" Bran asked.
Chapter completed!