The Rising Thunder Mountain of Silver Ash Record

Deep in the thick fog of Basha, Guizhou, silver is not an ornament, but a curse. Blood is not the lifeblood, it is the key. Jiang Jin's right arm was covered with gray cracks, which were the "gifts" left after being eaten by the Hundred Gu Mother when he was five years old. My sister Xiaohe's eyes were silvery, and she could see the fangs under the god's mask - it turned out that the heavenly inspector had drank the bone marrow of boys and girls in the Miao village with the witch god. When the singing puppet plays the bone flute, the sea of ​​grass dies and the ground cracks like a mouth. Wu Yin cut his wrists and spilled blood, awakening the hundred-gu mother who had been sleeping for three hundred years; Shen Qingwu coughed up silver blood and whispered: "Don't let her go in for too long... The silver eyes can't hold up to three sticks of incense." Everyone thought Xiaohe was the last hope to close the door to return to the ruins. Until she jumped into the huge mouth and screamed: "Brother! There is no witch god in the door - only the chains of heaven!" Lin Xiao stood at the mouth of the well, with his left ear missing and purple light surging in his eyes. The strings in my hand are as black as charcoal—— It was the one that was picked up from Jiang Jinniang's body. Now, the fragment of the dragon seal was hot in Jiang Jin's palm, reflecting a line of blood words: "The Gatekeeper Succession Ceremony Begins." But he just wanted to tear open the silver cocoon and drag his sister back. Even if the price is——……