Holding the dagger stained with the blood of Baili and the sissy in his hand, he gritted his teeth and walked in resolutely. From this moment on, I swear not to be that weak Yang Lingyi again, and the days of being protected everywhere should also be over.

The ghost-faced men lined up in two columns, right behind me. There were no forks in the passage, no turns, but I felt that with every step I took closer, the temperature would drop by a minute, and it was not until I entered the ice-blue world that I realized where the chill came from - the ice cellar.

It's not exactly an ice cellar, but when you look closely, it feels more like an ice cave.

The whole space was three or four times the size of the previous place, and everywhere was covered in cold ice. The huge ice cube on top glowed in the light, the thinnest being as thick as a bucket. Surrounded by a circle of humanoid ice sculptures, each with folded hands, serene faces, and closed eyes, as if these "people" were just asleep.

A chill rose from under my feet and penetrated my pores from every corner of the air, and I couldn't help but shiver a little.

The ghost-faced man made a "please" gesture, and I took a few more steps inside. Suddenly, there was a shock under his feet, and a meter-thick ice bed rose from the bottom, and a person was still lying on it.

Yes! Is it grandpa?!

Although I have only seen photos of my grandfather on the data, I will never mistake that lean face with deep eye sockets. When he looked down, he couldn't help but gasp, his entire chest was almost empty!

"Click...... Click...... Click......" a regular tapping sound echoed in this icy world, "It's finally time to wait." ”

In the depths of the darkness, an old figure dressed in a heavy coat and on crutches was helped out, and when he got closer, he saw the shocking scar on his face, like a giant centipede crawling, from the upper left forehead to the right chin, across the entire face.

"Yang Yun, welcome back."

The calm and thick sound echoed throughout the ice cave, and the wonderful familiarity for a moment really made me unguard, as if I was really a wanderer who had been out for many years, and returned to the original starting point.

"You...... Who is it? "This person calls me Yang Yun, does he know grandpa? I might even know some of the facts I've been searching for.

He didn't answer, stood on the edge of the ice bed, and muttered to the person lying on it: "Minsheng, Lao Yang, he is back, and in his lifetime, he is finally waited for by me." ”

"Who the hell are you? Why did you know my grandfather? Why is his body here? "Old Yang? Even if I have experienced a lot of vicissitudes during this time, no matter how "old" I am, I will not let an eighty or ninety-year-old man call me "Lao Yang", right?

He looked up at me and smiled silently twice, the hideous scar on his face seemed to be alive, and he said in a dumb voice: "Don't worry, I have been a ghost in this dark place for decades, and what I am waiting for is today, to tell you everything." ”

Tell me...... All?

"Who do you think this person is?" He pointed to the person on the ice bed and asked a little inexplicably, "Is your grandfather?" ”

Neither shaking his head nor nodding his head, it was clear that this was not the answer he was looking for.

His laughter was stuck in his throat, saying that it was a laugh, more like a ghost's low roar: "You are not Yang Lingyi, he is not your grandfather, there is no Yang Lingyi in this world at all." ”

I stared into his eyes, and the body was obviously decayed, but the eyes were still aggressive and imposing. This sentence seems familiar, and Uncle Qianmian also wrote similar words before: There is no Yang Lingyi in the world.

"Now you, do you believe that there is such a thing as immortality?" He changed the subject and asked an unrelated question.

Shook his head. Immortality is the eternal pursuit of ancient emperors, but this thing that violates the laws of nature is simply impossible to achieve. Otherwise, under the ground of Lishan, how could there be so many more people instead of immortals?

He didn't seem surprised by my reply, just pointed his finger at me with a trembling finger: "But you are the immortal, the cursed one who lives forever with the demons." ”

I was stunned by what he said, and I froze for half a day before I shook my head a few times and came back to my senses. In such a weird place, if you encounter such a group of weird people, if you are not careful, it is really easy to be taken into the ditch.

"What? Not convinced? Seeing my exposed caution, he leaned forward slightly, a little amused, "You told me this, just sixty years ago." ”

Sixty years ago? Is this man crazy? Sixty years ago, I didn't know where I was, could I have traveled back in time to scare him with such sensational words?

"So, let's ask in a different way." He was on crutches, his body swayed from side to side when he walked, walked in front of him, and looked up at me, "Who do you think Yang Yun is?" ”

I opened my mouth, a little afraid to speak, obviously I was the condescending person, but I felt a sense of oppression inexplicably: "Grandpa......?" ”

"Grandpa?" He laughed, as if he had heard the best cold joke of the year, and he couldn't breathe a few times, and almost fainted, "The person who plays chess has trapped himself in the chess game, knows nothing, and really doesn't know whether to say that you are sad or happy for you." ”

As if being teased, again and again, one by one, all of them are in this tone, who can stand it? I sulked in my heart, frowned, pursed my lips tightly, and said nothing.

He had laughed enough before he stopped and continued his sensational remarks.

"Yang Lingyi is Yang Yun, from the beginning, it was a game set by yourself." The more I listened, the more confused I became, but he became energetic, as if he really knew some earth-shattering secret, and he couldn't wait to say it all in one go, "Yang Yun, the strategist in Tsing Yi, is your first face." ”

Tsing Yi strategist? Is that ghost-faced man in Tsing Yi referring to? The one who lives in hell with a lot of blood debts is me?

"King Liang, the uncle of the lord of the Qu country, gave birth to a deformed fetus, which was extremely terrifying, and ordered to be killed, affecting the five families, and the curse began at that time. And you are the culprit who laid this thousand-year-old curse. ”

My heart couldn't help but tremble, how did he know these things, Haruka remembers, the first time I heard this story, it was in Germany, from Uncle Yuan's mouth.

Qu Guo is a small country, although rich, but it is still a flash in the pan, there is no record of him in history at all, so where did you hear about this person in front of you?

"Who the hell are you?!"

"A ghost who should have disappeared, but he has survived until now, just for an agreement." This seems to be an answer, and it seems to be self-deprecating, "Li Yuan's father - Li Yuehong." ”

Li Yuan? Yes! Uncle Yuan! He's Uncle Yuan's father! He's still alive!

"What? Surprised? After standing for a long time, he leaned on the ice bed, took a few deep breaths, and suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at me, "The next words, after today, maybe there will be no chance to say it again, whether you believe it or not, the Yang and Li families owe the Guo family a life." ”

His voice began to feel tired, and he tightened his coat, and in an instant, it seemed that he had really become an old man who was about to die.