The whole weird world is waiting for me to go to heaven

Chapter 636: Bird in a Golden Cage
Seeing this situation, Ling Fu had no choice but to believe Wen Weilan's judgment.

But the puzzle is——

"How did she get in?"

"Can we enter the Imperial City from Temple Hill?"

Wen Weilan shook her head and said softly, "I don't know either."

"But at least we know that she is really alive."

Ling Fu breathed a sigh of relief, and looking at the "Mom" on the side of Wen Weilan's face, he felt a little more intimate.

Wen Weilan thought so too, but her heart still started pounding and she felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

After a long silence, she said, "I'm going to the imperial city to find her."

Ling Fu's eyes widened immediately: "Do you have a way to enter the Imperial City?"

Then, he seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up: "Yes, your mother is a lady-in-waiting in the palace..."

He added: "Your father is in the Taichang Temple and seems to have a good relationship with the palace."

Hearing these two people, Wen Weilan's face froze and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, I plan to ask them for help."

Ling Fu said hurriedly: "I'll go with you too."

Wen Weilan glanced at him suspiciously, as if examining something.

In Ling Fu's opinion, it seemed a bit abnormal that he, who was so reckless in his daily life, would take the initiative to volunteer.

Ling Fu suddenly felt his heart was hurt and clenched his fists.

"What's wrong? Can't I care about my niece?"

"No." Wen Weilan shook her head lightly, her tone light, "I just think you are a little weak, and I am afraid you are a burden."

Ling Fu's expression froze.

This is a real stab in the heart.

……

At this time, Qiao Yu was walking in front, carrying the old lady Su who could not walk, while Liu Sheng was walking with difficulty behind.

It couldn't be said that she could walk, because her body had not fully recovered yet, and she still relied on the little tentacles to drag her body to move.

I have to say, she seemed to have gradually gotten used to this way of walking.

The roads in the catacombs are intricate, almost like an invisible net that can trap people at any time.

Qiao Yu held a strange compass in her hand, and the needle flashed a faint light from time to time, guiding them forward, but Liu Sheng still felt a wave of uneasy chill spreading down her spine.

She followed closely behind, taking every step carefully, fearing that she would trigger some mechanism and cause unnecessary trouble.

But I always feel that trouble has caught up with them.

"Can this compass really point the way?" Liu Sheng couldn't help but ask, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Qiao Yu observed the compass and shook his head: "We can only judge the auspicious and inauspicious direction of this tomb. We are looking for the dragon vein, which should be at the core. We can only keep avoiding danger and go deeper into the core."

Liu Sheng could only believe it for the time being and nodded.

But I always feel uneasy.

I don’t know if it was because the compass worked or if this tomb was just weird, but they never encountered any danger.

Unlike the dangers described in biographical novels about tomb robbers, there are neither flying hooks nor rapidly closing stone doors, nor any zombies suddenly appearing.

There are only tomb chambers and tomb passages one after another, with similar scenes repeated over and over again, and an atmosphere of death and decay.

Liu Sheng couldn't help but wonder, is this tomb really so peaceful, or is it just that things seem to be going smoothly on the surface, and is actually approaching some unknown danger step by step?
As Qiao Yu walked, her brows gradually furrowed.

"According to the Feng Shui directions and distances, I had already brought you into the imperial city," she asked doubtfully, "but now, according to the direction of the energy channels indicated by this compass, we seem to be approaching the entrance where I brought you in, which is the Temple Hill..."

"We seem to be circling around the periphery..."

Qiao Yu looked at the compass, confused.

Liu Sheng yawned.

"It seems so. I am so tired."

Qiao Yu scratched his head.

"I can't help it. This is the first time I've used this technique from my ancestors to explore tombs... According to my heritage, if you use this technique well, you can get rich, but you have to be prepared to be checked. I don't quite understand..."

As they walked and talked, they gradually discovered that Old Lady Su on their backs seemed to have not made a sound for a long time.

Liu Sheng hurriedly reached out to feel her breath, then breathed a sigh of relief: "She just fell asleep..."

"Maybe she's injured and tired." Qiao Yu gently shook Old Lady Su's body to make her feel more comfortable. "Plus, the roads here are so repetitive that it's inevitable that people feel sleepy."

Liu Sheng nodded.

His eyelids felt heavy, he yawned, and continued walking forward.

However, there is another voice in my heart reminding:
[This is not right. Don't fall asleep easily. Don't close your eyes. ]

But Liu Sheng seemed to be unable to hear due to some influence.

Liu Sheng's already shaky mental state fell to an even lower point after being seriously injured. Moreover, the internal injuries made her feel drowsy all the time, and fatigue and weakness filled every inch of her nerves.

The road ahead seemed blurry, her eyes were unable to focus, and even the distance between her and Qiao Yu became closer and farther, as if she would be swallowed up in the darkness at any time. She blinked, trying to stay awake, but her consciousness seemed to be getting more and more blurred, and she even began to have hallucinations -

Sometimes, Qiao Yu’s back was so close that it almost stuck to him.

Sometimes, it is so far away that it seems only a dot remains, disappearing at the end of the darkness.

Since she had to carry Old Lady Su on her back, Qiao Yu could only occasionally look back at Liu Sheng to confirm whether she was okay.

However, when she turned her head again, she found...

Liu Sheng has disappeared.

……

Liu Sheng didn't know when he fell into sleep again.

When I woke up, everything around me seemed like a dream.

She lay on a soft brocade bed, surrounded by gauze curtains that changed like colorful clouds. Through the light, the colors on the bed curtains floated in the air, as if she had entered an unreal dream.

The air was filled with a rich aroma, a mixture of flowers, agarwood and unknown spices. With every breath, her thoughts gradually became blurred, as if she was being swallowed by the fragrance.

The gauze curtain in front of me fluttered gently, and several figures were vaguely visible.

Several women with double buns and wearing red clothes and green skirts stood outside the curtain. Their faces were hazy through layers of gauze and only silent figures could be seen.

Liu Sheng lay in the gauze tent, drowsy.

His body felt dizzy and he seemed unable to wake up. He could only vaguely feel the women's eyes on him.

like a statue.

After seeing this scene for a long time, Liu Sheng always felt a little creepy.

Whenever the curtain fluttered in the wind, the figures of the women became clearer.

Liu Sheng noticed that their clothes and attire were similar to the costumes of the earlier Tang Dynasty, and like the appearance of palace maids described in history books - light red tops, emerald green skirts, with exquisite embroidery and expensive materials.

But I still can't see the face clearly.

[Are we in the palace? ]

But Liu Sheng felt like he had lost his memory.

She remembered that she seemed to have entered the Imperial City from the Temple Mountain, but now it seemed as if she had reached the ground and entered the Imperial City.

[No, no, the era is wrong.]

She was denying herself again.

[It's not just the wrong era, look at their faces, right? ]

Following the reminder from the voice in my heart, the gauze curtain was suddenly lifted and raised high.

Those faces were exposed to Liu Sheng's sight.

The women standing outside the curtains should have had lively faces, but their faces were blank.

No face!
At that moment, Liu Sheng's heart suddenly tightened and cold sweat broke out from his back.

A sudden awakening.

Liu Sheng sat up, breathing rapidly and his chest heaving violently.

But she found herself still in the dream of layers of floating gauze, and the air she breathed was still thick with incense, giving her a drowsy feeling of luxury.

There were hurried footsteps.

It turned out to be those faceless palace maids.

This time Liu Sheng controlled his mind and did not show any abnormality. Instead, he allowed the palace maids to lift the gauze curtain and face those strange faces without facial features.

Although the small tentacles in her body have not fully recovered, they are still accumulating strength, ready to strike at any time if the situation goes wrong, and kill these strange palace maids in front of them with one blow.

However, the maids had no intention of attacking.

A palace maid silently helped Liu Sheng up, gently put on silk slippers for her, and let her sit on the edge of the bed.

Another palace maid slowly rolled up the gauze curtain, revealing the scene outside.

Then, another palace maid brought a jade cup filled with clear water, handed it to Liu Sheng to rinse his mouth, and then caught the water in a golden basin.

Next, she handed over a jade-handled toothbrush with a brush head coated in herbal-scented powder.

It was the first time for Liu Sheng to experience such a luxurious and old-fashioned teeth brushing ceremony.

After she finished rinsing her mouth, a palace maid wiped her face with a soft handkerchief.

Afterwards, the palace maids carefully changed Liu Sheng into a luxurious light red dress. The fabric was the finest brocade, as smooth as water, with a deep color and dark patterns like dancing dragons and phoenixes, dazzling and noble.

She looked around. The decorations in the palace were all exquisite. The gold, silver, jade and stone ornaments were dazzling. Every place was filled with a luxurious royal atmosphere.

But in her eyes, those tall and exquisitely carved pillars looked more like the railings of an exquisite cage.

And those faceless faces were always looking at her, like silent surveillance.

Who am I now?

This question suddenly appeared in Liu Sheng's mind, but he had no idea how to answer it.

I just felt like a bird trapped in a golden cage, with nowhere to escape.

Some things... are a little late.