Chapter 95

"My mother!"

A scream cut through the air.

Wen churan fell on the cold ground with a bang. His bones almost fell apart. It took him a long time to relax.

When I saw the scene in front of me, I was silly again.

A corridor made of rugged stone walls appeared in front of us.

The dust in the air seemed to take her into an ancient world.

In the quiet darkness, there is a suffocating danger.

Wen churan was too late to be surprised and quickly got up.

He shouted tentatively, and the echo was ethereal and had not dispersed for a long time.

The voice control lamp embedded above the head also snapped up and spread to the end of the dark corridor.

The dazzling light instantly made the corridor like day.

This is... Where?!

Wen churan walked forward carefully.

In the dead silence, only her footsteps rustled.

She calmed herself down quickly.

First, the voice controlled light told her that this ancient place has modern design, so she didn't hit the crossing plot in the novel.

Second, the echo in her ear told her that the place was very empty.

At the end of the long corridor is a closed stone gate.

Even with the effort of sucking, the heavy stone gate never moved half a minute.

Wen churan glanced carefully and easily found the button embedded beside the stone gate

It should be the switch of the stone gate.

She touched the loose button with emotion.

Sheng Shimo built an underground palace under his bedroom!

How many things did she not know in her previous life?!

The key question now is whether to press it or not!

Behind the heavy stone gate, there seems to be a huge secret.

About the secret of flourishing ink!

Since God wants her to come here, why not uncover it?

Wen churan's heart had made a choice and pressed the switch without hesitation.

The stone gate suddenly vibrated, raised a burst of choking dust, and slowly pushed away to both sides.

A real underground palace unfolds.

Majestic and magnificent.

There was a fierce roar in the distance, which was frightening.

Wen churan looked for her voice and was immediately frightened back and forth.

There was only one bed in the empty underground palace.

There was a dark shadow creeping on Nuo Da's bed.

Could it be that Sheng Shimo raised something in this underground palace?

Wen churan dared not disturb the beast and carefully turned on the light.

The dim light dissipated the darkness and lit up her sight.

Then she saw that the beast crawling on the bed was not a beast at all.

It turned out to be -- flourishing ink!

She won't admit her mistake. That's the ink of prosperity!

He fell on the bed, convulsed, strangled his neck with his hands and roared like suffocation.

Wen churan rushed over without hesitation.

He was like a drowning man, desperately seeking to breathe.

A beautiful face has been distorted by pain, and bean sized sweat drops hit down his forehead.

Asthma!

This is the phenomenon of asthma attack!

She forgot that he was born with asthma.

When I was a child, I often had seizures. I was a child soaked in a medicine jar.

It just never happened in adulthood, at least not in the three years she married him.

Everyone thought he had recovered.

Seeing this, Wen churan suddenly understood.

Maybe he never recovered, but he kept it from everyone!

Then this underground palace is the best fortress for him to hide his illness.

Wen churan had no time to think more and pulled the man's hands around his neck.

"Where's the medicine? Sheng Shimo, where's your medicine? "