"Senior brother, your surname is Jiuli?"

"Yao Jiuye, your surname is actually Jiuli?"

Our curiosity was at its peak, and so was the anger we had hidden from him, and just as we could continue to question, he spoke again.

"I can't remember it before, and I'm a little puzzled......," he said to himself, as if stuck in the past, "Master used to chat with me and told me a lot of stories, it turned out to be the reason......"

"What is the reason?" I'm still a little out of breath.

Yao Jiuyin looked at the trunk of the tree that was shining like Ujin, and said, "Master said that there was an ancient clan named Jiuli, Jiuli Ancient Domain, there was once a big Wusu tree, and that big tree was hugged by several people, but it only had nine leaves. ”

In the ancient legend of Jiuli, Wusu Shenmu is the same as the world wood, there is only one, it is said that it is a divine object that seizes the world and creation, can bring people back from the dead, and the mysterious incense is also said to be related to it, this legend is naturally not believed by others, but it has been spread for thousands of years in Jiuli, and Jiuli people are convinced.

The Wusu wood has long been gone, the later generations of Jiuli Miao people have been passed down from generation to generation, their only Wusu wood, made a coffin, buried an extremely important person, such a legend, Yao Jiuyin heard the master said and smiled, until today, he saw this almost exactly the same as the rumored Wusu wood coffin.

Yao Jiuyin muttered and walked around the blood-red stone platform twice, and had already made up his mind that no matter whether this matter was dangerous or not, he had to see with his own eyes who was buried in this coffin.

"Open it!" He suddenly spat out a sentence softly.

The coffin was as hard as iron, with a mysterious and noble aura, the coffin had not really been opened, but that breath had completely wrapped the person, and it was a little breathless.

Yao Jiuyin was already desperate, and the more this happened, the more he became more curious about the people buried inside, and so did we.

I turned my head to look at Xiao Podao, he didn't have any extra expression, and his eyes were completely focused on the coffin. The structure of the ancient tree coffin is very simple, it is cut in two from the middle, the heart of the tree is hollowed out, and the coffin lid is covered after the person is buried in it - the standard Jiuli tree burial.

There will be three iron hoops in the middle of the coffin, but at this moment, I saw that the three hoops on the coffin had been broken and fell to the side of the coffin.

As soon as I saw these three hoops, I was completely sure in my heart that the people in the coffin were extraordinary, and the three hoops were all made of gold, which was a kind of etiquette in Jiuli funerals, and people who could not reach their status were not qualified to use them.

Ying Ziling felt a faint anxiety and uneasiness in his heart, feeling that his hands and feet were a little weak, and he had been struggling to pursue a thing, and when there was hope for this matter in the end, no one could understand that kind of obsession.

Ying Ziling and Xiao Podao suddenly had a tacit understanding, settled down, stretched out their hands, and firmly held the side of the coffin, they were also in a hurry, and wanted to open it immediately, so as not to have a long night and many dreams, and suddenly encounter some accidents when the truth will be revealed.

Wu Sumu was extremely heavy, and all the strength of their whole body was concentrated on their hands, and they pushed the upper part of the coffin away little by little, moved out a slit in their hands, inserted their fingers into it, and lifted it with all their strength, and the coffin lid fell in response.

A graceful figure, lying flat in the coffin, motionless.

The moment the coffin opened, my heart pounded wildly, and unconsciously, my mood began to fluctuate violently with them, and the faint light swayed and slanted into the coffin, shining the figure lying in it clearly.

She may have been dead for a long, long time, with a sharp weapon piercing a hole in her chest, and I don't know how many years have passed, and the blood from the wound seems to have not yet coagulated.

She died a tragic death, but her expression was surprisingly peaceful.

"The sideburns are lined with beads, and the eyes are like stars and the moon...... There is nowhere to find the elegance of the broken generation, only the fiber wind projection falls like dust, the flower mole that is born with the eyebrows, and the proud Dumei is like the winter cold...... "A male voice faintly floated in my ears, he seemed to be reading a poem, I lowered my head, listened to this voice, the tears in my eyes fell down one by one, when I saw this person in the coffin, I could no longer control myself, first shed tears, and then cried bitterly.

"Xiao Luan'er, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that I suddenly became weird, Xiao Podao hurriedly said loudly.

I am no longer me, and although I can feel everything outside of me, I am no longer out of my control, and I know that "consciousness" has come again.

My vision was in a trance, my eyes were immediately glazed, I could no longer turn, and my whole person and my mind seemed to be frozen in an instant, and an unprecedented strangeness and panic came like a tide.

In the cold ebony, out of the dust like a fairy, standing proudly in the world, like a fairy descending to earth, people dare not force to look, purple shirts like flowers, long swords win snow, indescribably beautiful and elegant, noble and vulgar.

If I'm right, this man lying in the canopy of the Usumu tree is me.

Who is she? I can't tell the difference, but I can confirm that this "me" lying in the coffin is definitely not just a person who resembles me.

She has the same facial features as me, the same figure, except for the bloody hole in her chest, I have almost no difference from her, I think of the mural on the soul cave at the beginning, isn't it also a stunning woman to be killed......

After the sluggishness, there was a strong confusion, and then there was a whirlpool of eyes, I involuntarily took a step back, and after a short period of dizziness, I saw a woman looking at the ebony coffin and crying.

However, when I saw the woman's face, I fell back into a deeper abyss and couldn't extricate myself.

She is exactly the same as the woman in the ebony coffin, that is, now with me, there are three identical "I"

Boom -

The crescent moon totem on my back suddenly turned like a whirlpool, and the chaotic scenes flashed in front of my eyes, and I saw vague fragments, but I was still confused.

"Who are you? What the hell is going on? I pressed the woman urgently, for I instantly understood that this woman was supposed to be the will that possessed my spirit.

This thing is so strange, who is the person lying in the coffin? Why is she exactly like me? What is her identity? can be buried in the ancient Jiuyin Palace, and use the only Wusu wood in the Jiuli Ancient Domain as his coffin...... There's so much to ask.

The woman wept silently, and almost fainted, as if she had found that the most important and dear person in her life had suddenly left her forever, and the feeling of loss made her miserable, and she was almost trapped in feelings that she could not break free.

That kind of sorrow from the soul can be broken with just a glance. (To be continued.) )