In the middle of the night, the moonlight is cold. Su Zhengde rolled over and sat up. He lit his dry tobacco pouch and took a hard puff. The smoke was a little astringent and a little choking as it slid down my throat. He patted his heart and breathed relief.

Forty years later, it is still inevitable that it will be lifted. In the past forty years, it has been like a nightmare that he can't wake up from, always pressing on the bottom of his heart, making him unable to breathe.

The blessed land of Yuling has been a forbidden place in Yuling Village for thousands of years. Now, Su Zhengde finally understood the words of the old village chief. There are some secrets that can't last longer.

Forty years ago, Su Zhengde was a young man. He has strong blood, he has no taboos, and he can take risks that no one dares to take. But now—he is afraid, weak, and avoiding. It turns out that the older people get, the more afraid of death becomes, which is really funny.

The incandescent light in the room was dim. Su Zhengde stood up and walked to the cabinet and opened the hanging picture next to him. A secret door flashed out, revealing a deep space.

Looking at the secret door, Su Zhengde hesitated.

Do you really want to go in? The door had not been opened in twenty years. The old village chief's dying words were still ringing in his ears, this was the last secret of Yuling Village, and he should not open it until he had to.

What now? Su Zhengde sighed. Outside the window, the moonlight came in and sprinkled on the bottom of his heart. At last, he clenched his fist vigorously, and as if he had made up his mind, he walked into the secret door.

The secret door snapped and shut. At the same time, a dark shadow pushed open the door to the room. He crept over to the secret door, a sneer rising from his lips.

Inside the secret door is a swarthy corridor. Su Zhengde picked up a torch next to him and lit the torch. The firelight instantly illuminated the entire corridor. The road surface is a little muddy, and there is even some green moss growing in the corners of the walls. Su Zhengde held the torch and walked forward step by step.

No one has walked this road for 20 years. The cold, damp breath permeated the hall, making people shiver. Every time Su Zhengde took a step, his heart tightened inexplicably.

He could be sure that Qin Feng was Qin Xiaoyun's descendant.

From the first time he saw Qin Feng, he had an indescribable sense of familiarity. However, why didn't Qin Xiaoyun come? Could it be that something really happened to him? A series of questions crackled in Su Zhengde's mind, making him a little unable to think.

At the end of the road is a stone gate, and there are two tiger head chains on the stone gate. Su Zhengde pinned the torch into the crack in the stone next to him and linked the two tiger heads together. Then he said goodbye to both sides, and the stone door opened.

In the stone gate is a study, an ancient style building. A screen stands at the front of the room with a lifelike picture of a lady. Behind the screen is a desk with half a white candle and a lighter.

"Let's stay here! If one day we are destined, it is a token of our meeting. Qin Xiaoyun put the lighter on the table with a solemn face.

"This is a clan, and you are not allowed to take anything out. Just let it be here! Su Zhengde still remembers what he said at the time.

At the moment, nothing has changed. The lighter was still safely placed on it, but the man was old. Su Zhengde picked up the lighter. The dust is spread on it, witnessing the passage of time.

The white candles were lit, and the whole study fell into a gentle and peaceful atmosphere. Su Zhengde took out a yellowed book from the bookshelf next to him, and under the dim light, there were several neat brush words written on it, the history of Yuling Village.

"In the last years of the Western Jin Dynasty, King Lanling won the whole world for his brother in the last battle. On the day of the triumphant return, the entire imperial city was noisy, and the people welcomed this general who defended the country in the most solemn way. In front of the people of the world, King Lanling read out his family affairs. The whole country celebrated. The emperor personally named Yuniang Jinxiu of Yuling Village as the concubine of the king of Lanling. In order to commemorate Concubine Jin, Yuling Village hereby began to record the history of the village to show future generations. Su Zhengde read softly. It was as if he had seen the pride and joy of his ancestors in front of his eyes again. Yuling Village has produced jade since ancient times, so there are young and beautiful women who enter the palace to carve jade and peck stones for the palace, and the name is Jade Niang. Splendid, from an ordinary jade lady to the much-anticipated Princess Lanling, is actually a model of Lingcun.

Thinking that at the beginning, the emperor gave the king of Lanling thirty-six beauties, but all of them were rejected by the king of Lanling. Later, it was said that the king of Lanling left only one woman.

What is history? No one understands. From the fragmented fragments left behind, only a corner can be glimpsed. However, it is certain that King Lanling's beloved concubine Jinxiu was indeed born in Yuling Village and buried in Yuling Village.

The archaeological events of 40 years ago are still fresh in Su Zhengde's memory. The old village chief stood at the entrance of the village and watched the group of people walk towards the Yuling blessed land, and could only shake his head and sigh.

In the blessed land of Yuling, except for the village chief of Yuling Village, no one knows what kind of curse and hardship there is. King Lanling seemed to have expected that someone would disturb his beloved wife in a few years, so he buried the mask on his face in his lover's tomb.

The name of the mask is called, Evil Spirit. According to the records of the clan history, the evil spirit was originally made by a wandering Taoist using the evil spirit of 7749 evil spirits. Inadvertently obtained by the King of Lanling. According to legend, every time the King of Lanling wears the Devil, he fights fiercely, as irresistible as his natural power.

The Evil Spirit's Evil Qi needs to be activated with human blood, so every time the Lanling King fights, he will use blood to flush the Evil Spirit.

Legends are just legends, but what is written in the history of the clan is written in black and white. All of this was confirmed by the archaeological team after the accident.

Blood-like red clouds covered the entire Yuling Mountain tightly, and the screams seemed to enter the ears of every person in Yuling Village with a megaphone.

The red clouds dispersed, and people saw Xiao Min and Qin Siyu running wildly from Yuling Mountain. Their young faces were filled with horror and fear. There was no sound but exclamation.

In the end, the old village chief decided to go up and find out. Before leaving, the old village chief called Su Zhengde into this secret door and handed over everything in the clan to him.

There is an ancestral training in Yuling Village, if something happens to the blessed land of Yuling, you can use the spirit card of the Jin Concubine to enter the mountain to stop the deterioration of things. The old village chief took the spirit card in the clan and went up to Yuling Mountain.

When it was dark, the old village chief came down. He was carrying a man on his back, and he was already in shape. No one knows what exactly happened in the blessed land of Yuling? The person who was rescued by the old village chief was Uncle Bao. When he woke up, he knew that the entire archaeological team had stayed in Yuling Village after the accident.

"Forty years, alas!" Su Zhengde shook his head and sighed.

Syllable! There was a knock on the door, and a figure flashed in. Su Zhengde jumped up and looked at him with a trembling face, "You, how did you get in?" ”

"Of course I came in with you." The person who came had a smile on his face, but his smile was a little cold.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do? ”

"You go underground and someone will tell you. Su Ye, Yuling blessed land, from now on it will no longer be a secret. The visitor's face turned cold, and he had an extra cold sickle in his hand, and then he walked towards Su Zhengde step by step. The scythe swung in a bright arc in front of his eyes, cutting Su Zhengde's throat with unmistakable accuracy.

The moment the blood spurted out, Su Zhengde suddenly understood something, he pointed to the person who came, and said with difficulty, "It's you, it turns out, it's all you, it's all your ......"

Su Zhengde fell down in despair.

The visitor threw the sickle to the ground and his eyes fell on the "History of Yuling Village" on the opposite table. He laughed, with a hint of sadness in his laughter.

The candles in the room went out, and it seemed to be the wind, and it seemed to be someone.

The night, with a sudden contraction, rushed to the face with irresistible sadness.

Su Zhengde died, and the entire Yuling Village was immersed in grief. The white filial piety cloth was draped in the entire hall, and Su Xiaonuan knelt on the ground in a filial piety dress, with no expression on her face. Qin Feng stood beside her, his face miserable.

In the morning, Uncle Bao came to look for Su Zhengde, but there was no one in the room. Just as Uncle Bao was about to leave, he saw a secret door open on the wall next to him. Uncle Bao, who was puzzled, walked in and found Su Zhengde who had died inside.

Inside that secret door is the secret of Yuling Village that has been hidden for thousands of years. In addition to the spirit tablets of the ancestors of Yuling Village, there are also a batch of exquisitely carved jade.

Just when Uncle Bao was about to send someone to find Su Xiaonuan, Su Xiaonuan and Qin Feng came back.

Su Xiaonuan didn't expect that in just a few days, his grandfather had an accident.

Su Xiaonuan kept picking up the paper money next to him and lit it in front of his grandfather's spirit. The paper money turned into light ashes and flew into the air to dance quickly, as if unwilling to leave.

Uncle Bao walked in with someone, he glared at Qin Feng fiercely, and said, "Someone saw Xiaohang running into Yuling Mountain. Su Ye left this thing at the scene before he died. Uncle Bao said, throwing a yellow badge to the ground. That badge is Xiao Hang's. Of course Qin Feng recognized it. However, why did Xiaohang kill Su Zhengde?

"When we bury Su Ye, we will go up to Yuling Mountain. In any case, we must find out the murderer of Su Ye. Uncle Bao said angrily.

"With just one badge, you can identify that the person who killed Su Ye is Xiaohang. That's too arbitrary, isn't it? Qin Feng said suspiciously.

"Who could that be? Yuling Village has always been calm and peaceful, since you came, first that Ming Hao, and now Su Ye has also had an accident. If it weren't for you holding the Eyelid Pendant, I would have kicked you out a long time ago. Uncle Bao glared at Qin Feng and blushed.

Qin Feng didn't speak again, although he believed that Xiaohang had no reason to kill Su Zhengde. However, there is no reason to speak for him.