In a compact town, the old shopkeeper and the young Taoist stand opposite each other on a wet stone road.

The old shopkeeper didn't look at the young Taoist again, but instead looked at the outline of the disappearing throne, his eyes were full of awe, even though he was already much stronger than before, and he was proficient in various techniques, but when he looked at this throne, he still looked in awe.

It was the throne that every Li family member once worshipped.

The young Taoist just glanced up at the old shopkeeper and lowered his head again, and then he dispersed the flames around him, and the dull thunder was also silent.

Since the old shopkeeper had no intention of making a move, the young Taoist did not need to be cautious. If the old shopkeeper wanted to kill himself, no matter how many talismans he prepared, it would be useless. After all, he can control the wandering spirits of the entire world, and no matter how strong the talisman is, it will be washed away by a steady stream of wandering spirits.

The throne that stood on it gradually faded into an old ancestral mansion under the wash of the spirits.

The old shopkeeper's eyes swept over the ancestral house, the empty ancestral house was not inhabited at all, since Li Deng moved away, this ancestral house has been empty, the reason why Li Deng can see the scene of the ancestral house has been renovated is because of the old shopkeeper's magic, since he can transform a throne into an ancestral house, what is the difficulty of using a spell to renovate it.

The old shopkeeper turned his back, turned his back to the young Taoist, and faced the ancestral house. In the old and cloudy pupils reflected the figure of a child, who was skinny and much shorter than his peers, dressed in compact shabby clothes, with swarthy arms exposed.

Illusory figures emerged one after another, and the shadows were full of shadows.

But it's all trivial, there is a scene of carrying a wooden bucket to fetch water, a child who is only a little higher than the wooden bucket, staggering and carrying half a bucket of water, and the courtyard that is not too long has to rest three or four times. There is a figure of cooking rice on the fire, squatting in front of the stove, from time to time to the pot stove to hand some thin firewood, the bellows next to the stove has been seriously damaged, he blows the fire, the chimney seems to be blocked, a string of smoke from the stove mouth spewed out, the figure was smoked to tears, but from time to time to look at the pot, there is a handful of bad old rice in the pot, the wormhole is even more than the number of rice grains, but the eyes that are smoked by the smoke and dust can't stop crying look at the pot when they smile brightly.

The old man seemed to be able to see that there was hope surging in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth whispered, It's good, Uncle Yin gave another handful of Chen rice.

In this way, countless trivial pictures intertwined and surfaced in front of him, until the boy was twelve years old, and the ancestral house was completely empty.

No more was found.

Li Deng moved out of this ancestral house when he was twelve years old, and the old shopkeeper was secretly in charge. The throne must be the emperor's throne, it can be empty, but no one else is allowed to sit on it!

On the side of the couch, you will not allow others to sleep soundly.

The old shopkeeper looked at the dissipating forehead phantom, and his cold face smiled sincerely, at this moment, it seemed that those who had been buried for a long time were suddenly free from the shackles.

When the phantom dissipated, the old shopkeeper suddenly had an idea that these phantoms should be recorded, and the old man Huang should be able to do it.

In the future, when the young man is crowned, take out these relics, no one should believe that their new king will have such a history of suffering, right?

He may never see the coronation ceremony of the new king again, and the old treasurer does not want to die, he wants to watch the new king be crowned, and he wants to worship his king again before he is alive, but if he wants to build another empire, someone must die, and the new empire must be sprinkled with the blood of martyrs, and only blood and bones can build an empire.

He was the drummer of the old days, and the drums of this battle had to be sounded by him himself.

And he must die, only death is the most orthodox ceremony for the transfer of imperial power, and the new king can hold the power and power that should belong to him!

This supreme imperial power had been in his hands for so long that he was about to lose the power of authority.

Those wandering spirits are the supreme symbol of imperial power, and only by holding the imperial power can he be regarded as truly on the throne, to sanction and judge the thieves.

Turning into dry bones, the gods ask for battle. Only the death of the old shopkeeper can do it!

Those wandering souls will eventually become spears to regain imperial power!

The young Taoist secretly bowed his head and thought, already in a tangle.

Could it be that the scene we just saw was just a remnant? In the passage of time for hundreds of years, the only thing that was not affected was the remnant, and it was an extremely brief remnant that could transcend the erosion of time.

In that space, even the scattered golden light could not withstand the erosion of time and showed signs of shattering, and the picture of the baby was unaffected.

The reason why the throne was not affected by the young Dao people can figure it out, because the real thing is rarely affected by the erosion of time, just like the mountains, even after millions of years, it will still stand there, and it can prove that only those plants and trees that have withered and changed year after year can prove that time flows.

But why is the flowing golden slurry unaffected?

Is it because the flowing golden slurry is one with the throne, like the relationship between the mountain and the rock?

If the baby is really just a ghost, it can be explained, those golden serous fluids are obviously pregnant with the baby like blood, and the golden serous fluid that flows all the time is also retained when the baby's remains are retained, and the reason for controlling the retention of these flowing serous fluids should be due to the baby's breathing, because the reason why those serous fluids flow is powered by the baby's breathing.

Since the rhythm of the breath can be perfectly preserved, the flowing golden slurry should also be preserved.

The shadow is illusory, and it is formed by breaking through the gap of time, and its existence is beyond the limit of the flow of time, so it is not washed.

But if you think about it from another angle, the young Taoist has a knot in his heart.

If that was really a posthumous figure, then why did the old shopkeeper suddenly appear near the end of the long river of time? It was obvious that he was trying to hide something, otherwise it would not have been possible not to let himself see the last rewind of time.

The time node is stuck in 20 years ago, and it just so happens that it roughly coincides with the age of the teenager I saw in the daytime!

Is that young man really just the devil who is going to die?

The young Taoist has some understanding of the general who died in the country, and he has a pure yang body, which means that the martial general has not shed a drop of essence in the battlefield for so many years. How could he possibly hand over such a pure pure yang body to a ghost?!

It's simply impossible.

Before this happened, the young Taoist could still comfort himself, the military general was at the end of his rope, and he knew that there was no hope of recovering the country, so he indulged in lust to comfort his grievances for many years.

But now it seems that there is a lot of mystery in this matter.

Thinking of the peculiarity of this area, the young Taoist already had a rough idea in his heart.

According to the records of the sect's books, when the old shopkeeper killed the prince of the dead country, he once said a sentence sadly.

My Li dynasty, with a noble bloodline, how can I let you thieves get rid of it quickly.

It was the old shopkeeper who killed the son of a scumbag with his own hands, and even his soul was scattered, and he was really dead and couldn't die anymore.

A desperate war drummer who has never stabbed an enemy army in his life, but in the end he killed the last hope.

It's ridiculous to think about.

Maybe when he made a move, he might have used some unknown strange trick to collect the baby's soul and then re-conceive it in this area with the help of ghosts?

Thinking of this, the young Taoist suddenly looked up at the old shopkeeper, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

What about collecting the soul of the prince of the dead country? Why was the former Li Dynasty able to dominate all the heroes? It is not the soul, but the bloodline!

The bloodline known as the god of war, a bloodline born for conquest!

It's a pity that the source of the blood flowing in the body of this young man who reshaped his soul is surnamed Yin and not surnamed Li!

That military general surnamed Yin, traced back to seven hundred years ago, he was only surnamed Yin, and what he flowed was not the blood of the Li family's god of war. Besides, the bloodline is also thin and thin, and only the orthodox bloodline is the bloodline of the God of War.

Now that bloodline is no longer held by the former God of War family, but has been perfectly inherited and carried forward by another family.

After the young Taoist figured out what he saw from that throne, he was no longer entangled, for him, as long as it was not the orthodox God of War bloodline, that young man would not pose any threat, and the last God of War bloodline was now firmly in the hands of the emperor outside.

The young Taoist turned his head and said, "It won't be long before the rent collector arrives, and I ask the seniors to get ready." ”

Then he saluted the old shopkeeper, "Today's matter is that Xiaodao is offended, and I invite my predecessor Haihan." ”

In front of the old master, the young Taoist called himself Xiaodao, out of humility, but in front of this old shopkeeper, Xiaodao was really just Xiaodao.

The old shopkeeper didn't even lift his eyelids.

The young Daoist's expression was gloomy, and he said, "Xiao Dao wants to ask his seniors for advice on the art of deduction. ”

The old shopkeeper waved away the wandering spirit and turned to leave, "This world has been opened for you. ”

This sentence means that the young Taoist can sit here for a short time and perform the art of deduction.

After the old shopkeeper left, the young Taoist stood with his hands in his hands, his face without sadness or joy.

He suddenly had the urge to deduce something for himself, although it was a taboo for everyone who was proficient in deduction techniques, but this thought was spreading like wildfire in the hearts of young Daoists at this moment.

When he was looking at the pillow, because of a small mistake of his own, a fatal horse's foot was exposed, and when the horse's foot was exposed, the young Taoist had a sense of foreboding, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to get out of this town.

Now he is even more sure that this trip is far more dangerous than he imagined.

If there are no important clues hidden in this throne, it is better to say, once there is really some unknown clue hidden, and it is seen by yourself, it will be more auspicious.

The young Taoist stood in front of the ancestral house like this, and his heart would be a little disappointed.