Everything is as if it has been prepared for a long time.

Seeing sorrow, he slowly stretched out his hand, and with a little fingertips, he was about to touch the purple incense, but somehow, he suddenly stopped.

This person has been in the ninth life, and now he should be in the tenth.

He will always return to this mansion, always follow the clues he has left, find traces of the past, merge the complete memories of previous lives, and become himself again.

What kind of bureau is that bureau?

What kind of role does the self who appears in this house at this moment play?

Unconsciously raised his head, and his sorrowful gaze was fixed on the handwriting that had become light.

In her heart, a ridiculous idea suddenly came to mind: Could this person be herself?

The ninth was reincarnated and turned into a blank slate.

In the tenth life, who knows what it looks like?

It seems right to think so.

But the thought just passed through my mind and vanished.

She couldn't be.

After this person entered the reincarnation in his first life, he left a mark on his soul, and what special role this mark had was not mentioned on the window paper.

From the few words she had, she could deduce that at least the mark had a reminder effect.

Remind this person to notice the handwriting left before passing through the gate of the Ghost Gate, the City of Death, and the Gate of the House.

But although she didn't pass through the ghost gate, she once entered the dead city, and she entered this house several times, where did she find anything?

There is no imprint in the soul, and naturally there will be no reaction.

Not to mention......

She didn't want to.

Just like the questions in this person's self-report: the reason why people rely on heaven and earth is nothing more than the existence of their own unique memories.

The memories of sorrow come from this life, and I don't feel like anyone else from beginning to end.

If any new memories suddenly appear, I am afraid that a layer of fear will inevitably arise in her heart: I, or me?

That person said, three lives and seven generations, thousands of generations. Billions of reincarnations, I, still me.

With such an arrogant tone, there must be something unique about his mark.

can let him know that the current "me" is not the real me, even if he shuttles through the reincarnation of the tenth life, he should have a feeling of being in the dark.

In this way, we can ensure that it is still the original "me".

Leave the word on the edge of the window, so that later generations can raise plums on his behalf, when this person is the last life, he will not return to the Polar Domain, return to the city of vain, right?

Seeing sorrow, he looked at the three plums, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

All the speculation was restrained by her.

She just looked at that last sentence, Yinuo......

Lighting this incense, who will come out?

The other party will promise the person who burns incense "one promise", so can she ask for "three promises" again?

I was amused by myself when I saw it.

However, the strong curiosity has slowly risen with the faint fragrance of the plum blossoms.

Her retracted hand reached out again, and picked up the unlit incense.

The color of the deep purple incense stick is similar to that of the reincarnation pond water.

The three thin ones seem to be broken with a single force, and when the fingers tremble lightly, the three incense sticks also tremble.

She knew that she was a little nervous at the moment.

I wanted to take a deep breath, but then I frowned, because even after a few calms, my heart was still tight.

So......

Be nervous, and let it be.

The other hand stretched out, and saw that he pointed out his index finger, and there was a faint fire on the fingertips, and gradually approached the three incense sticks.

At that moment, her soul was already high, and she held her breath-

"Sting!"

Sudden!

An inky black shadow flew from the window in an instant and hit the back of Jianchou's hand!

"Smack!"

The three sticks of incense were directly knocked to the ground and broken into several pieces!

Seeing the sorrow and shock, he suddenly felt a creepy sense of danger, and the tiny soul bead of the spiritual platform almost immediately surfaced, and the purple light in the forest white immediately enveloped the whole body!

Alertness has been activated in an instant!

She suddenly looked back and looked out the window, but there was still that inky black afterimage in her mind—

Like a stone is not a stone, like gold is not gold, about a foot long, a long rectangular one. But what it was, she didn't see clearly. I just feel that it doesn't look like a knife, but like a ruler.

The two carved windows with snow-white window paper maintained the appearance of being opened before.

The light red handwriting on the window paper has dissipated at this moment.

The three branches of plum are stabbed obliquely into the carved window scene, and there is no change at all.

Outside the window, there is a small courtyard.

There are a few fallen leaves in the atrium, and under the trees next to it is a round table of gray stone, beside which there are four low stone benches, which seem to be used for casual conversation and rest.

But there was no one.

Not a single one.

It was a feeling that was weird to the extreme.

Seeing that she was standing stiffly in front of these two carved windows, her mind was already connected to the Human Emperor Sword, but it was only triggered, but once there was any movement outside the window, she would move like thunder!

However, there seemed to be no movement outside the window.

Her gaze, wandering in front of the window, gradually fell on the window paper, which had turned back into a snow-white window.

There, out of sight.

On the back of the hand that was tightly pinching the hand, there were still deep marks from the mysterious "hidden weapon" before, and the deep white "bloodstains" were soaked out, and they rose into the void again.

It can be seen that Chou did not take a look.

She only felt her throat tight—

Obviously there was nothing, but she couldn't control herself at all.

His gaze was locked between the edge of the window and the carved window, as if there was a powerful enemy standing there.

It seemed like a very short moment, and it seemed like a long life.

"Squeak......

In the silent silence of the courtyard, the carved window on the left suddenly moved, as if it was blown by the wind!

Seeing sorrow, he almost drew his sword immediately!

But the next moment, his pupils shrank sharply.

On the window paper, which had already dissipated the handwriting, there was a little trace of water!

It was as if someone had stretched out their wet fingers and slowly swiped them across the window paper......

Seeing the pupils of sorrow, the tighter and tighter they became.

She was shocked to recognize that those strokes constituted crooked handwriting, as if a person was dying, and as if a child was learning words, unable to control the force, and unable to distinguish the handwriting at all.

"There is ......"

"Fraud!"

Rumble!

Like a heavy hammer, it fell from the high sky and slammed into the heart!

It's like a bright knife, bursting from the depths of the mist, and the cold and cold cut through the camouflage!

Seeing that my scalp exploded!

There is fraud!

Everything after entering the house flashed through her mind.

Plum bottle words, study room doubts, reincarnation pool water, anti-soul pill, window paper words, three purple incense ......

And also......

"To show future generations, break this situation for me"!

Three purple incense sticks fell at her feet, broken and unshaped.

But there is still a faint fragrance overflowing.

Seeing that his eyes were fixed on the crooked and weak word "deceitful", he couldn't help but conceive it......

It took nine lifetimes to study everything that could be studied in this world, and painstakingly set up a game for his last life.

Is this game done?

Not really!

He is still waiting for a "descendant" -

A person who saw the words left under his plum bottle, a person who followed the words to explore the doubts, a person who successfully found the water in the reincarnation pool, a person who went to alchemy according to the pill prescription left by the bookcase, and a person who succeeded after alchemy and tried the pill......

One, the one who believes in the owner of this old house!

The words left in the plum bottle are true, the house full of books is true, the reincarnation pond water is true, and the Danfang is true......

Even if it is not sorrowful, other people can still find what they need in countless books, and even if this "descendant" does not need the Soul Rebellion Pill, there are other pills in that book......

And they......

It's all true.

So, is the word on the window paper real?

A bitter chill slowly overflowed from the bottom of her sorrowful heart, diffusing into her limbs and bones, making her feel chills......

If it is really "deceitful", how shocking is this person's scheming?

Calculate every inch, step by step.

Scheming, insidious and deceitful!

Even if the "descendant" who stepped into this house today is not her......

But who can resist the temptation of the reincarnation pond and a pill recipe? Who can resist the temptation of a monk who "deceives the heavens and rebels"?!

I couldn't move for a long time.

She blinked slowly, realizing that she had fallen into a strange situation.

There seemed to be no one outside the window, and there seemed to be a presence too powerful to touch.

She didn't know who gave her the letter, and she didn't know if the other party was credible.

It is even difficult to say whether there is really "fraud".

What is the purpose of an old house owner?

What is the purpose of the person who leaves the words outside the window?

If the enemy does not move, I will not move.

No matter if there is someone outside or not, and who it is, this person's strength must be far superior to her.

Seeing the cold gaze, he cast his gaze on the window paper where the handwriting existed, or rather, it seemed to penetrate this layer of window paper, looking at the window paper.

"The younger generation is worried, Xie Zun is driving. I don't know who you are, can you show up?"

“……”

Silent, no response.

Rustling.

Outside the window, there was only a thin wind.

A heart stirred, but after waiting for a long time and no response, it slowly calmed down like ice and snow dissipated.

I don't know why, I remembered what I had crossed the back of my hand before.

Outside the window, they should be thrown into the house.

She turned her head and saw only three feet away on her right, leaving a deep scar that slanted downward, as if a sword had been plunged straight into it.

I can't see what attacked me.

Even if you release your perception, you can only know that this downward trace is very deep, very deep.

What kind of sharp thing can easily penetrate the ground?

Seeing the sorrow, I was a little more chilled.

The sky light outside shone in through the window paper, and there was a layer of shadows that were not obvious.

At the moment when he retracted his gaze, it shook slightly......

When I saw the sorrow, I immediately felt an alarm, drew my sword and looked back!

"Booming ......"

It was the sound of the window paper shaking.

Little by little, the wet traces, trembling through something, dripped onto the paper.

I was stunned when I saw melancholy.

Or handwriting?

In the dark, she always felt that somewhere in front of the window, there was a mysterious person standing with a letter.

But no matter how she looked, it was always empty.

It's still that feeling.

He should be a strong man.

But the strokes on the window paper have a sense of anger, clumsiness, and exhaustion......

As the strokes gradually piled up, Jian Wu also began to carefully identify them.

"Kill ......"

She involuntarily began to meditate in her mind.

"Thank you...... Not ......"

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

At the moment when the first three words appeared, she seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat in her ears, which made her whole body tremble, as if there was something, endless, from the depths of the earth, from the depths of her heart, spewing out!

"Booming ......"

The strokes are dotted again, and they are clumsy in every way.

Stroke by stroke, word by word, slowly outlined......

"Kill, Xie Buchen, slash, seven points!"

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