Qin Jun approached the female corpse and looked at it, this woman had a delicate face, fair skin like a sleeping girl, and she was also young like a cardamom girl.

It seems a little inappropriate to compare her with the Duchess Weiguo.

"Are you sure?" Qin Junli turned his head sideways and asked the ghost elf.

Hearing Qin Junli's rhetorical question, the ghost elf approached the female corpse and looked at it from top to bottom, and hesitated: "Young, this Duchess is too young-"

"So it's just god-like?"

"It's just carved out of a mold, the old man has seen the Duchess of Wei Guo when he was young, it's absolutely right."

"It's over, why are you so nervous?" The ancestor shouted loudly, and was about to pull the green bracelet on the wrist of the female corpse.

The right hand with the bracelet rested on the soft belly of the female corpse.

The other hand is empty, and he is here.

"Don't move! She's alive! Qin Jun was closest to the female corpse, and his eyes were like eagles, and he couldn't escape his eyes at all.

"What?" The ancestor didn't understand, and was shocked, and the big hand that was about to touch the bracelet stopped at the top of the fingernail that was only wide from the female corpse's fingernails.

"Stand down." Qin Junli retreated lightly, leaving the ancestral ancestor with nothing to say.

When Du Xuechen heard Qin Junli say that the female corpse was still alive, he didn't care about the previous conflict with Qin Junli for the time being, so he walked quickly from a distance at this time.

No one can resist temptation to do such a miraculous thing.

The ghost old man stood at the end with an uncertain expression, looking around, the environment here seemed to be too clean, clean and weird, as if someone was often cleaning.

But it didn't leave any breath of the living, and it was cold and breathed dead.

Since the bronze tree was opened, this dead air has become heavier and heavier, and the dust brought in by them has also disappeared unconsciously.

I don't know if others have noticed that this situation is absolutely wrong.

"Young Master."

"Shh......h

If the ghost old spirit wants to say that this place is too weird, let's withdraw quickly, it can be seen that the message that Qin Junli conveyed to him was obviously to make him feel at ease.

From this, the ghost elf also determined that Qin Junli had already discovered the strangeness of this matter.

If the young master doesn't panic, then he can only help from the side.

The human skin map says that there is a sacred tree here, there is a spiritual spring in the tree, there are spiritual fruits on the tree, the trunk is edible, and the eater can live forever.

The picture of people begging for food is now vividly depicted on the bronze tree, and there is no cinnabar mark on it, indicating that there is no danger here.

A question came to mind.

Who drew the cinnabar on the human skin map?

The bronze tree does not have these cinnabars, which is very strange.

That blind man went crazy when he got out of Maoshan, they stayed here for so long, why didn't there be anything at all?

All kinds of doubts came to his heart, and when the ghost old spirit looked at the female corpse again, his scalp suddenly tingled.

"Young Master!" The ghost old spirit couldn't help but call Qin Junli again.

Qin Jun raised his hand to stop without looking back.

He was putting his hand on the female corpse's snort to feel the flow of breath, and he was not mistaken.

The woman's abdomen rises and falls slightly.

He saw it, albeit very slowly.

Gently put two fingers on the upper part of the female corpse's lips and stayed for a few breaths, finally allowing him to catch a piece of heat.

Withdrawing his hand and getting up, Qin Junli looked back and smiled: "On the back, let's go." ”

There was a smile in his eyes, as if he had eaten honey, sweet.

The ghost elf had never seen such an expression on Qin Junli's body.

At the moment, my heart is full of sighs. To read

The ancestral ancestor acted as a little minion with interest, and diligently carried the female corpse with a faint breath.

When he was on his back, his heart was hairy.

The female corpse was extremely cold, and her whole body was stiff and dead.

Looking so weak, he didn't expect it to be so heavy, and his previously injured leg hurt.

Some can't hold on!

My mother, what's this called? When I got here, I didn't see a word of gold and silver treasures, and the female corpse I brought out was a hair!

If you want to eat, you won't eat, if you want to sell, you can't sell, mother! Bad luck!

The ancestor scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to scold.

With a half-dead strange thing on his back, you have to find a monk to chant the scriptures when you go out, don't be beautiful if you get dirty!

Twilight Xuechen followed last, his eyes never taking off the female corpse that the ancestral ancestor was carrying on his back.

He had never seen Duchess Wei, but he had heard Grandpa Wei mention it, and he had also seen a collection of small paintings made by Grandpa Wei.

Although the painters are inferior and naïve, it is not difficult to see the desolation of Grandpa Wei being neglected.

The beauty in the painting is exactly the same as the female corpse at this moment.

In the painting, the curtain is all five or six-year-old dolls quietly hiding in a place where their mother can't see and peek out.

Sometimes his mother danced in the garden, sometimes laughed and sat in the gazebo and laughed with the girls, and sometimes she was lazily lying on the chaise longue and reading a ......book with relish.

Life seems to be repeating itself every day, and in Grandpa Wei's paintings, there has never been a warm scene of a big and a small being alone.

Twilight Xuechen didn't know why there were always five-year-old children and young and beautiful mothers in Grandpa Wei's paintings, and he didn't have the interest of inquiring into other people's privacy, he just expressed his opinion on the paintings at that time.

He said that he saw loneliness, sadness, admiration for his mother, and sadness that he couldn't ask for.

As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't expect that Grandpa Wei, who was already an adult at the time, would cry uncontrollably.

Suddenly, he was at a loss for what to do and panicked.

At that time, he was thinking, what kind of person is Duchess Weiguo? Why is there no motherly motherhood at all?

After getting along with the little grandfather, he knew that the little grandfather was weak and rarely assertive.

When asked if he had any ambitions, he always said no, and his mother had arranged everything.

Hehe, at that time, he talked about all the things that boys should do when they were young and what they shouldn't do.

It wasn't until dawn that they had their full fun.

Unintentional acquaintance can also be regarded as a fate.

Later, due to the reason, he did not continue to have a deep conversation with the little grandfather.

Since that unintentional night of chatting, the little grandfather often brings a few of his friends who are said to be uneducated to ask for advice, and Twilight Xuechen is very sad and laughing.

However, he still tried to take the trouble to explain to them.

It's not the two friends of the little grandfather who are listening, but the little grandfather of him.

Every time I see the adoring gaze in the eyes of the little grandfather, to be honest, he enjoys it quite a bit.

Hahaha~

"What are you laughing at? It's weird! Ancestor Chuanzong heard the low laughter of someone behind him, and his little heart was almost scared to death.

Turning his head to see that the culprit was Twilight Xuechen, he immediately glared at him fiercely and roared.

Twilight realized that she had just been stunned.

How could he laugh?

What is this place now? I don't know where the exit is? What's so funny!?

How can you think of those inconsequential things now? The few subordinates who came with him are gone, and he still has a smile on his face?!

Self-blame suddenly invaded his heart, and with a flash of inspiration, his eyes suddenly fell on the female corpse carried by the ancestral ancestor.