Fear is like a snake, slowly climbing up along Feng Chuan's spine. He froze in place, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

Although Feng Chuan once speculated that if Lianyun Mountain was really strange, then the so-called strange was likely to be a hidden sharp energy. But when his speculation was suddenly confirmed, Feng Chuan panicked again.

- However, the dark night, the unmanned Lianyun Mountain, this situation and this scene, everyone will panic.

Calm down~

Feng Chuan froze and slowly raised the slashing knife with one hand. He turned his body sideways and cautiously moved forward, walking towards the location of the hidden sharp qi in the dark night.

He could perceive that the sharp qi was extremely weak, and it could probably be described as a gossamer. Even if you stare at it, you can only see a faint glimmer, a glimmer that is 99 percent weaker than that of fireflies.

If Feng Chuan hadn't opened the Qi Hope Technique to the highest intensity, if it weren't for this quiet and dark external environment, it would have been really difficult to find.

Could it be that the female ghost who broke into Cheng Qingyan's dream really buried here? And the person she buried was precisely a time when she knew how to use sharp lines?

But it stands to reason that the earth covers the body of the buried, how can there be a sharp spirit breaking through the ground?

The dead should not be on the ground.

Feng Chuan frowned and gasped. He held up the hollow sword, and little by little he approached where the sharp qi was. At this moment, you can probably distinguish the color of the sharp qi, it looks white from a distance, a little yellow up close, and dark yellow up close.

"Bang! Boom! ”

His heart was beating sharply like a drumbeat, and Feng Chuan only felt that his back was numb, and every movement seemed extremely stiff. He dared to look at the ground, but he couldn't tell what in the darkness.

At least there shouldn't be any humanoid objects lying there.

Thinking of this, Feng Chuan was a little relieved. was about to test it with his toes, when suddenly Feng Chuan patted his head gently.

Ha ha~

A phone in your pocket doesn't come in handy yet. Feng Chuan pursed his lips and sneered, but it also relieved the current tension.

Originally, Feng Chuan did not use a mobile phone flashlight, so that it would be easier to perceive the hidden sharp energy or space-time energy in the dark. Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need to continue to insist on it.

Taking a long breath, Feng Chuan took out his mobile phone and switched to the flashlight function. The moment the light came on, Feng Chuan was afraid that something terrifying and strange would appear in front of him, but it was okay, but there was no danger.

When you look around, there are no routes for people to pass around, and the slopes are full of foliage and lush greenery. Maybe except for Feng Chuan, there will be no people here for many years.

- Not to mention that anyone walked in, I'm afraid there is no one who looks at it from a distance on the periphery.

Under the light of the flashlight, the golden sharp energy just now was hidden in the strong light. But Feng Chuan roughly remembered the location, and he could also sense it with his own qi viewing technique.

Soon, Feng Chuan determined the specific location of that bit of sharp energy, which was hidden deep in the criss-crossing branches and leaves, and was not so easy to catch.

Feng Chuan held a flashlight in his left hand to illuminate, and in his right hand he held a hollow knife to pluck away the dense branches and leaves. His temples twitched on both sides, and cold sweat was steaming on his forehead, assuming that something suddenly popped out of the branches and leaves now, it would definitely startle Feng Chuan.

What's inside?

Could it be a dry corpse sitting on a withered basis?

Feng Chuan's eyes widened, hoping to find something and hoping to see nothing when he lifted the branches and leaves. Anyway, in a particularly contradictory and tense mood, the obstruction in front was finally removed by the hollowing knife.

There's something!

A long thing erected. It is not a living creature, but it exudes a sporadic aura; It is not naturally generated in Lianyun Mountain, but it is the product of artificial polishing.

It's like an iron flute!

There is an iron flute on Lianyun Mountain!

To tell the truth, there is nothing strange about the iron flute itself, but it is inserted straight into the soil of Lianyun Mountain, and it also faintly exudes sharpness, which is elusive.

Feng Chuan dragged the iron flute with one hand, and as soon as his fingertips used some strength, he noticed that the part of the iron flute buried in the soil was very deep.

Just as he was about to pull the iron flute out, he suddenly stopped sealing the river. It's as if someone has been pointed, very suddenly.

Tombstone......

Terror......

Feng Chuan stopped for two seconds, and then quickly withdrew his palm like an electric shock. Because he figured out a question, a creepy question.

Suppose that the female ghost who broke into Cheng Qingyan's dream really buried a certain pattern in Lianyun Mountain, then this tattoo is likely to be buried in the soil and stone in front of Fengchuan, and the vertical iron flute is the tombstone.

Perhaps this tattooed senior took the iron flute as a weapon, so when he was buried in the ground, the female ghost erected the iron flute in front of the grave as a sign of respect.

As for the bit of sharp energy emitted from the iron flute, it should be in the externalized storage of their own weapons before their predecessors' deaths.

But there is a question, will the sharp energy stored in the external object leak when the tattoo is printed? Leaking slowly over time? If it really leaks slowly, why is the sharp energy in the Hollow Slashing Knife still so mellow?

Feng Chuan pursed his lips.

I feel that this question should be left to Xiang Jin to answer. There is also the iron flute and sporadic sharp qi on Lianyun Mountain, do you have to report to Xiang Jin?

Other......

Maybe the female ghost who broke into Cheng Qingyan's dream was Xiang Jin. You must know that within the current scope of Fengchuan's cognition, only Xiang Jinban can get this.

Moreover, Xiang Jin meets the speculative conditions of having been to Xingdu before, but does not know about Xingdu.

Feng Chuan shuddered.

He slowly stretched out his fingers to the iron flute, and said in his heart that no matter what, anyway, he would first store the iron flute of the predecessor of the tattoo time into the space magic weapon.

After all, this is quite a crucial piece of evidence.

However, if you want to further determine the identity of the predecessors of the tattoo, you have to dig the soil and stone in front of you.

Gravedigging?

It's terrifying to think about. Feng Chuan looked behind him coldly, and the thought of digging up the earth and rocks to find out the truth in his heart just now scared him.

At the same time, Feng Chuan also decided to give up the iron flute, and he thought it would be better to let it remain as it was. If you take away the iron flute, you may startle the snake.

No matter who that poisonous snake is, anyway, the current Fengchuan can't afford to provoke it, and on the premise that there is no more evidence, it is best not to act rashly.

Feng Chuan looked up at the sky, but saw that the moonlight penetrated the dense branches and leaves, stubbornly sprinkled on the world. He used his mobile phone to record the coordinates of the place, and then took a few pictures of the vertical iron flute.

In the future, the coordinates of this record and those photos may come in handy.

Let's call it a day.

Feng Chuan embarked on the road down the mountain. Compared to when you go up the mountain, the return trip down the mountain is undoubtedly easier. There is a flashlight to illuminate, and I don't feel scared at all.

In this way, at about one o'clock in the morning, Feng Chuan returned to the Audi car. He turned the headlights to the maximum, and the lights in the back half of the car were turned on, as if to make up for the previous darkness.

Dead.

When the Audi drove into the university town, the road ahead was so clear that even the traffic lights stopped working. Feng Chuan returned to school and fell asleep in a familiar bed.