The ghosts and bones, like smoke and mist, obscured the light of the sun and the moon, making the atmosphere here a little more solemn. Today, the sound of footsteps is empty, and the sound of the bone flute is far away, so that the resentful spirit of Discord is temporarily calmed.

The Abyss of Death, the royal palace of the ghost clan, dark, cold, and chilling, is the first impression of this place to newcomers.

The palace is divided into two rooms, the front and back, separated by a middle barrier, and the large hall outside the barrier is wide but filled with forest mist, which makes people panic.

Inside the barrier, there is a cave, a futon in the middle, and a person sits on it, with ghost patterns carved on his face, and half a blood-colored grimace mask next to him, and a gold-patterned red robe makes him look even more wild.

He put his hands lightly on his knees, concentrating on the heat of the ÷ book, trying to break through the confinement in his body in one fell swoop. But he didn't want to, and the moment he broke through the confinement, he was almost counterattacked, and his life was in danger for a while.

At this time, I suddenly heard a flute sound from far and near outside the barrier, clear as water, wet with all dust, cold like the wind, blowing away the danger and saving the people in the barrier.

"Father. ”

"You're here. The people in the barrier slowly got up, put on their masks, and walked out of the inner hall with heavy steps, "Do you know why I called you?" The people in the barrier stood proudly behind them, and their tall figures made Feng Xiao lean down in awe.

"The child knows. Feng Xiao saluted, "It's just that the Sanchen Seal of the Ghost Clan's gate can't be broken for a while." ”

"It's been a thousand years, and the Qi phase hasn't woken up yet?"

"No, the child has been to Luoshenya before, it is still very deserted, and several tables and chairs are dusty, I think it has not woken up yet. ”

"You take this," the man in front of him handed him a talisman in the air, "go and summon the three generals of the blood darkness." ”

Feng Xiao glanced at the talisman, and then saluted and went down.

The abyss of death, relatively far away overlooking the gate of the ghost clan, the sparks of the past, like the stars in the sky, resurfaced in front of him, rushing to his face, making him a little stunned.

When he looked at it again, the scene was changed to the execution table of Concubine Night Poison, and what he was holding in his arms at that time was Ye Xianchen, who had given birth to less than seven days.

At that time, Ye Xianchen's cry was very loud, just like Feng Xiao's cry, and the cold atmosphere of the execution platform was shattered, but even so, the night poison incense concubine still died under the cold knife, died from Luo Weaving's private ghost incense, and was convicted of embezzlement.

Sou, the second largest place for the ghost clan.

Back then, the Nine Heights God severely injured the elder's soul and buried the autumn, and after sealing the ghost clan, the three generals of Blood and Darkness also fell into a deep sleep with the elder's retreat, and said that if he was summoned with a decree one day, the three generals would come out to assist the elders.

Stepping on the dead leaves all the way, along the path that has been half-covered by dust, there is a palace at the end, which is nearly halfway up the mountain. The plaque in the middle is painted with a ghost order charm, and it is lined with blood flowers. The slightly tortuous way into the palace, the wind brought by the robe blew away the dirt along the way, and soon entered the palace, which was extraordinarily spacious, not inferior to the abyss of death.

On the mural in the center of the main hall, you can still vaguely see the momentum of the sparks burning the prairie back then. Feng Xiao injected a little evil power into the talisman, only to see that the talisman appeared differently and went straight into the depths of the mural. After a while, the mural was unusual, and the main hall was shrouded in it all day, making it impossible to see directly.

After a long time, the light dissipated, and three people, two men and one woman, came out of the mural, or holding a witch staff, or a person with different lines on the face, or a jackal with an iris shoulder. Although Feng Xiao didn't know who the three of them were, she also stepped forward and saluted, "Three, the elders are invited." ”

"Oh?" The woman with different lines on her face looked at him, and caught a glimpse of Feng Xiao's waist pinned to the bone flute that Qianwu Niangniang loved to play before her death, and she knew Feng Xiao's identity in her heart, so she also returned the courtesy, "It's been a long time since I went out to have a look, please lead the way." ”

"It's nature. Please. ”

In the abyss of death, people are still standing, memories have not stopped, and the past hatred is still repeating. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, and it was Feng Xiao who came with the three of them. As soon as they saw the person in the gold-patterned red robe in front of them, the three of them knelt down and saluted, "Our blood and dark three generals will see the elders." ”

"Don't be polite, get up first. The elder stepped forward and lifted them up one by one.

"Elder Xie. The three of them said at the same time.

"I wonder what instructions the elder has for calling us out, is it possible that the elder has already recovered?" said the Shadow Dead, who held a witch staff and wore a long robe embroidered with runes, and a ghost and beast spirit card engraved on his waist.

"It's not a recovery," the elder sighed as he looked at the gate of the ghost clan, "just let you help the ghost young master break the Sanchen Seal and test your current strength." ”

Behind the elder's mask, he looked at the eyes of the three generals of Blood Darkness, dull but indifferent.

"Yes, we will do our best to assist the ghost young master in breaking the Sanchen Seal. ”

"Go ahead. ”

The elder turned and disappeared, returned to the barrier, and sat on the futon with his eyes closed and meditated.

Pick a lamp to dispel the darkness in the chirping of insects;

Turning a page of the book, I blurred the three feet of moonlight above my head.

"Click"

unintentionally stepped on the broken leaves, which startled the people in the pavilion;

The people in the pavilion stopped writing and looked up to follow the prestige.

At this time, the full moon is rising, the insects are chirping, and the breeze blows away the tiredness of the eyebrows of the people in the pavilion.

"Wuxin, didn't you fall asleep?"

"I can't sleep, and when I wake up and see you're not there, I know you're going to be here. ”

Wuxin hung the lantern in his hand on the pavilion pillar, so the faint light in the small pavilion was instantly magnified many times. She sat across from him, stilted her legs, flipping through the book "Yilian Tuo Shengpin" in her hand.

Tan Wugu glanced at it secretly, and there was a hint of mystery on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you like this book very much?"

He asked suddenly.

"Of course. Unintentionally turned the page and replied without raising his head, and then sighed again, with a trace of regret in his eyes, "It's a pity that the author of this book is anonymous, otherwise I would be the first person in the group of fans who want to sign to rush over to sign it." ”

Seeing that she said such admiration, there was not much turbulence in talking about Wugu Yau, just a simple sentence

"You're going to be the first fan to get an autograph. ”

"Really? That's great. ”

Looking at the unintentionally happy spring, the pen in Tan Wugu's hand has also started a new chapter, this chapter, it's her.

Like an accident, like a gift, he came to his side in the dark, ending his long lonely days and nights.

He is lucky and happy.

"Giggles"

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just think this place is so funny. ”

Unintentional covered his mouth. When he calmed down, he poked his head to see what he was writing. At first, I thought that his writing was very meaningful and great, but when I looked at it, I felt that it was wrong.

What he wrote here is completely in line with the plot of "A Lotus Nursery Product" she watched.

In recent days, there has been a wave of craze in the martial arts, and the center is the "Yilian Tuo Shengpin" she is watching now.

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