"Definitely. However, Feng Guiwan's hatred for me is not ordinarily deep. She must have been unable to hold back soon. ”

……

In a deep mountain behind the Lost Soul River in the southern suburbs of the capital, a black shadow flashed in the wind.

He was dressed in black, with a slender figure, and a human skin mask with no facial features, no expression, and no outline.

No phase.

High mountains and mountains, ancient trees towering to the sky.

I don't know if the road is because there is a river of mourning at the foot of a mountain, and the mountain is particularly gloomy.

Even in the daytime, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the shade of the trees in the mountains does not see the light of day all year round.

His figure walked through the dark night through the woods, and when he came to an inconspicuous bush taller than a man in the valley, he reached out and patted the mountain wall three times, and then pressed it against a stone protrusion in the mountain wall.

A rumbling sound rang out. A heavy stone gate slowly opened between the mountain walls. Inside the stone gate is a secret passage, and there is a man in black standing on the left and right sides of the secret passage.

Seeing him, the two men in black bowed their heads respectfully at the same time, "Master." ”

Walk into the dark passage without any clothes. Not far ahead, the dark passage is divided into two, and the wall of the dark passage on the left side is inlaid with a wall lamp at intervals, and the lighting lamp is not a fire candle, but a night pearl.

The dark passage on the right is pitch black.

Wuxiang walked directly to the dark passage on the right, and there was a row of black whirring shadows standing on the left and right on both sides, and when he saw him, he bowed his head neatly.

At the end of the tunnel is a mountain wall.

The little maid garden was already waiting, "Master, you are here." ”

"Ready?"

"Alright." Hand out a wrist-thick bamboo tube. The mouth of the bamboo tube is usually sealed with sheepskin.

He took it, leaned over to his nose and sniffed, "Yes, it's fresh." After knocking on the mountain wall in an orderly manner, the stone door was opened again at the end of the tunnel, which had been a no-go tunnel, and he walked in.

Inside is a spacious space carved out of the middle of the mountain, like a hall, the walls of the wall are uneven, and the style of the original stone is still retained.

In the corner of the hall is a long stone couch. On the couch lay a row of dried corpses. In the center of the hall is a large sarcophagus carved with charms.

Yuan Zi walked to the huge sarcophagus, pushed the lid of the coffin, and waited on the side again.

I saw a fresh corpse lying in the coffin.

Wuxiang unsealed the sheepskin of the bamboo tube, pinched the lower palate of the corpse, and poured the blood from the bamboo tube into its mouth.

A bamboo tube of fresh blood poured out, and the corpse's eyes suddenly opened.

"Master, what's going on?" The garden asked.

Wuxiang slashed a spell on his hand and slammed into the corpse's Heavenly Spirit Gai, and the corpse closed its eyes again.

"It's nothing, it's just restless." Wuxiang narrowed his eyes slightly, "How could Zhuang Keqing's soul run out?" ”

"What?" The garden was shocked, "Miss Zhuang's soul ran out?" ”

"I've been destroyed." Hidden anger flashed in his deep pupils, "It's hard to set up a good situation, Zhuang Keqing's ghost is so troublesome, Feng Jingyun swears that he will be suspicious." ”

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"I originally wanted to use a bitter trick to make Feng Jingyun willingly and automatically kill Jun Lonely, but now it seems that it won't work."

"What then?" The garden was full of anxiety.

"At this point, there is no turning back. I have thought of a foolproof plan, and I will definitely be able to take the life of the king. He laughed deeply, "I need the 'cooperation' of that lustful father." ”