was actually fascinated by a paper figure, such a strange thing, Yang Tiantian encountered it for the first time.

For the first time, you can feel the danger just now.

If it weren't for the second uncle's timely shout, Yang Tiantian felt that her soul would have been taken away by the paper man.

The fear made her body tremble violently, and she muttered, "This, what's going on?" ”

"It's fine. Let's go. ”

The second master said lightly, held the torch high, and walked up the stairs of the hall on the highest floor.

Yang Tiantian was frightened by the evil eyes of the paper man just now, how dare she linger any longer, and hurriedly followed the footsteps of the second master and came to the ninth floor of the temple.

Then, she saw more paper figures.

There are men and women, old and young.

Each one wore a different costume, with military generals, concubines and eunuchs, and gold-armored warriors with axes.

All the paper figures were eye-catching, and after Yang Tiantian appeared, they all looked at each other.

Nine is the largest singular number, in the traditional culture of China, has a different meaning, such as the Ninety-Five Honor, Yang Tiantian, who has lived in a wealthy family like the Yue family for a long time, of course knows.

It can be guessed from this that since Zhang Xutuo and other civil and military generals are in the temple below, only one person can sit upright in the temple on the best floor.

Emperor Yang Guang of the Great Sui Dynasty.

When she looked up, she saw an even larger offering table, filled with three animals and six animals, which could only be used by emperors.

Without a black spirit card, the emperor does not need a spirit card.

The first idol Yang Tiantian saw was not Emperor Yang Guang.

It's a woman.

It's just because this woman is so beautiful that there is no way not to attract her eyes.

The woman was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, kneeling on the right side of the center of the temple, her hands crossed in front of her lower abdomen, her eyes were like paint, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, with a smile that seemed to be absent.

Who is this woman?

Yang Tiantian just asked this question in her heart, and then woke up.

If she is not wrong, this beauty should be the peerless Cleopatra who has served six emperors in her life, Empress Xiao.

After staring at the statue of Queen Xiao for a moment, Yang Tiantian was about to look at the statue next to her, but her heart suddenly beat wildly, and she was about to let out an exclamation when she opened her mouth.

She opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound, as if she had suddenly lost her voice.

A cold sweat the size of a soybean swished out of her smooth forehead.

Yang Tiantian was frightened by the statue of Queen Xiao because she saw herself.

There is no need to look in the mirror at all, Yang Tiantian can be sure that if she is asked to change into the clothes of a god statue and kneel there, she will look like this.

Not the slightest, not bad!

At this moment, time seems to overlap again, Yang Tiantian may become Queen Xiao, and Queen Xiao may also become him, otherwise she will never have such a clear sense of fear.

Fear.

The fear that she had never experienced made Yang Tiantian almost faint, her body staggered, and she instinctively stretched out her hand and held on to the pillars in the hall.

Then, she hurriedly went to find the second uncle.

The second uncle, but I don't know when, disappeared.

It's like he's never been here.

But the torch he used to guide Yang Tiantian up was obviously placed on the lamp stand on the wall.

"Two, second uncle!"

Yang Tiantian finally made a voice, and shouted the second master in a dumb voice.

No response.

Yang Tiantian wanted to run.

But her legs, as if they had been filled with lead, were not only heavy, but also weak.

I couldn't take a single step, so I sat down on the ground softly.

She wanted to remove her eyes from the statue of Empress Xiao, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it.

The eyes of Empress Xiao's statue grasped her tightly as if they were loaded with two invisible hooks.

Yang Tiantian was only passive, staring affectionately at her own idol for a long time.

A soft voice sounded in her ears: "Alas, are you finally here?" ”

"You, who are you?"

Yang Tiantian propped her left hand on the ground, held her right hand in her heart, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What, how can you look the same as me?" ”

If she doesn't put her hands on her heart, her heart will jump out of her chest.

"You ought to know who I am, so why do you knowingly ask?"

The statue of Empress Xiao was clearly placed on the black giant and large offering table, without a trace of movement, not even the tips of her eyebrows, but Yang Tiantian could be sure that this soft and beautiful voice was made by her.

The smile on the face of the god is also more bright and weird.

Especially the pair of eyes that locked Yang Tiantian's eyes, they were as black as paint, like a dark substance so deep that they couldn't see the edge, hiding unspeakable evil.

"I—I don't know you, I don't know you—"

Yang Tiantian groaned and groaned in pain, how much she hoped that the second uncle's loud shouts would sound again, pulling her out of the current unspeakable fear quagmire.

Even if it's a thunderbolt.

As long as she can stop looking at this statue and gouge out her heart with a knife, it is not non-negotiable.

There was no shouting from the second uncle, no thunder, and no one came over with a knife to dig out her heart.

Only the beautiful voice of the idol came from her deep eyes: "You know me." I am you, you are me. What you see now is what you see yourself. ”

"I don't know you, I don't know you. Please, let me go, let me go. ”

Yang Tiantian wanted to cry and burst into tears.

Tears can blur her vision, and then get rid of the magic eyes of the idol.

But she couldn't see it, even if her voice was already whimpering, no tears were dripping.

"It's late, it's late. Since you violated the ban of the Valley of the Kings and climbed the Lost Soul Cliff on the third day of the third month of the third month, your fate is no longer in your own hands. ”

In the faint voice of the idol, there was a clear sense of resentment at this time.

It's like Yang Tiantian snatched her most precious thing, but she couldn't take it back, so she could only grit her teeth secretly and curse.

Valley of the Kings, Lost Soul Cliff, in front of the nine-story pagoda.

It turned out that the cliff with a waterfall flowing down was called the Lost Soul Cliff.

How can people go up the cliff of losing their souls, how can they not lose their souls?

Where is the lost soul?

The answer is obvious.

Yang Tiantian's lost soul in the Lost Soul Cliff should be attached to this statue of Empress Xiao who should not be her appearance.

That's why she saw her on the face of the idol.

Yang Tiantian didn't know that Li Nannan was framed by Longcheng City, was put in the detention room of the police station, and after an inexplicable coma, he once rode a black dragon in a dream, and also passed through the Lost Soul Cliff, came to the nine-story pagoda, and saw this sculpture of Queen Xiao.

Li Nannan, who was in a trance at that time, saw himself when he saw the sculpture.

Li was so bold as a scumbag, after seeing him suddenly become a female sculpture, he was so frightened that his soul was gone.

What's more, what about Yang Tiantian, who has a cowardly personality?

In the Valley of the Kings, except for the two masters who guard the tomb, no one is allowed to step on the Lost Soul Cliff for no reason.

Otherwise, that person will see his own idol after coming to the top of the nine-story temple.

The fact that he is still alive but has become a statue is definitely the most terrifying thing.

Not one of them.

"I—I didn't climb the Lost Soul Cliff on purpose. I'm just curious, curious - please, stop looking at me. Please. ”

When Yang Tiantian begged for help, she had a new insight.

The current scene is the real retribution she got after climbing the Lost Soul Cliff without authorization.

In a dream, he was whipped by a man who looked like Li scum, but the whipping was just an appetizer.

"Curious? Hehe. Curious is a good word. ”

After the idol smiled sadly, his tone suddenly became fierce: "If you are not curious, how can you let Your Majesty go to you every night?" What kind of thing are you? You are just a descendant of a rural village aunt that Your Majesty met on his way south to enjoy the flowers. After leaving a bloodline for the Yang family, he regarded himself as authentic. ”

"I didn't, I didn't. I don't know, I don't know anything. ”

Yang Tiantian didn't know how to explain, only shook her head in pain and cried in mourning.

But no tears flowed, just like no matter how much she shook her head, she couldn't escape the eyes of the idol.

"Slut, trespass on the Lost Soul Cliff, seduce Your Majesty's Yuan Shen to come back thousands of miles away, and it is ridiculous with you every night, but you don't know anything, so you can push it all away!"

The voice of the idol was even sharper: "Do you know that Your Majesty's primordial god is thousands of miles away, accompanying the host to face a great crisis?" At this time, he needs to be in the same boat with the host in order to return to Huaxia Shenzhou and put down those rebellious demons! But you are a slut, but regardless of your identity as the thirty-seventh generation of your Majesty's blood, let Your Majesty-"

"Say no more."

A gentle, mellow man's voice suddenly sounded from the side, interrupting the idol's words.

It was like a knife, with a click, it cut off the two hooks between the idol and Yang Tiantian's eyes, causing her tears to burst out suddenly.

Hurriedly looked up at the source of the sound.

In the blur of tears, Yang Tiantian could only see a tall figure jumping off the offering table next to the statue, but he couldn't see his appearance.

"Your Majesty!"

The voice of the idol was obviously a little anxious: "It's not that the concubine said you." You have been able to cultivate to your current state, thanks to your generosity in being with your host, and facing all the storms together—"

"Alas, Zitong, I said don't say it."

The man's voice, interrupting the idol's words again, carried obvious guilt.

There is also a little shame: "After dawn, I will return thousands of miles away and return to Huaxia Shenzhou with that evil obstacle." I am not as lascivious as you say, just because I covet her beauty, I forget the pain of thousands of years. I, I am fortunate to be here every night, it is just a whim. Also, don't talk about 'blood and bones' again. Don't you hear that after nine generations, the blood of the closest relatives will not be implicated? She is already thirty-seven generations, a thousand years old. What's more, my relationship with her only exists in the virtual world. ”

"Yes, Zitong understands."

The idol was silent for a moment, and after answering in a low voice, the fear that made Yang Tiantian's heart palpitate to the extreme, disappeared suddenly.

She hurriedly raised her hand and wiped her eyes, and boldly looked at the idol again.

Although the statue is still the same statue, the color on the clothes is no longer as gorgeous as before, mottled and old, and there are a few spider silks around.

As for her face, there are also countless subtle cracks.

Where is the slightest bit of seduction?

The facial features are also blurred, only the outline is still clear, but Yang Tiantian is very unfamiliar.

It's just that those eyes are still as dark as pitch.

But it is pale and godless, without any soul.

"Azusa, Azusa Tong?"

Looking at the statue blankly, the corners of Yang Tiantian's mouth pursed hard.

Zitong, the common name of the wife of the ancient king, is the meaning of the queen.

Catalpa, in fact, is a plant.

Catalpa tree, for the noble in the wood, the ancients to the catalpa as a symbol of the child, when the emperor was established, so the queen called the Zitong.