This can be regarded as really getting his approval and facing it.

The unwillingness that had been suppressed in his heart just now dissipated a lot.

will always catch up with him, and sooner or later one day they will follow in his footsteps and be on an equal footing with him.

Zhao Cheng was not in a hurry to go to the trial, Jiang Futing deliberately put him aside first, but went to the more hidden study mentioned by Su Hong before.

Since the Zhao Mansion was cleaned up, the original Yin soldiers had already been washed by Bai Tang's blood, but a few who had no position and were easy to control were left for the time being.

Wait for the new round of city lords to stabilize, and then do a change.

Therefore, when he entered the study, the road was unimpeded, and no one dared to stop him even if he met a Yin soldier on the way, but only symbolically inquired and let him go.

The remoteness of this place was no less than the courtyard he had entered before, and it seemed that this Zhao Mansion was too big, and there were many places that led to desertion.

It's just that this study is obviously built on purpose, using desolation to hide something, and you have to break many enchantments before entering.

Fortunately, the barrier had been destroyed and the structure was fragile, so he could get in with ease.

As soon as the door opened, Sensen's ghostly aura came to his face.

Jiang Futing waited for the ghost qi to dissipate before going inside.

The first impression of this room on him was that it was chaotic.

Originally, he guessed whether it would be Su Hong who turned it over in a hurry, but after carefully looking at the way the items were placed inside, he found that this place was originally stacked one after another, stacked in a disorderly manner.

In that tense situation, Su Hong was able to dig up information about his sister from these garbage heaps.

Jiang Futing's gaze slowly swept over the scattered shelves, and he flipped through a few books casually.

Indeed, as Su Hong said, this place can be said to be the family business of Zhao Mansion in the underworld for thousands of years.

It's a pity that this generation of Zhao Cheng is so ambitious, sitting and eating empty, and piling up all these really useful spiritual food here as sundries.

If it weren't for the fact that these things have been passed down from generation to generation, it is estimated that they would have been thrown away by Zhao Cheng impatiently.

It seems that for Zhao Cheng, it is not only these books that make him tasteless to eat that are treated as garbage, but also Su Hong's sister, a relative of a subordinate.

Perhaps when he threatened Su Hong from the beginning, Zhao Cheng didn't think about returning his sister to him one day, and even after killing him, he didn't even bother to cover up the incriminating evidence, and just threw it hastily in this ghost place.

Su Hong will be so angry that he loses his mind, and there are some reasons.

Jiang Futing quickly flipped through most of the books here, and just as he walked around the table and walked to the other side, a thin book on the top floor of the bookshelf caught his attention.

It was an A8 book at best, tucked between a mess of books, and it should have been unremarkable.

But the spotlessness on the spine makes it stand out from a bunch of mediocre books.

It can be said that this is the only one that Zhao Cheng cares about in this vast sea of books.

He moved his fingers at the book, and the turbid gas turned into silk threads and took it down for him.

When it landed in his hand, he was slightly surprised.

Originally, he just thought that the spine of the book was too narrow to mention because of the thickness, but when he saw the cover, he found that it was also empty.

Don't have a name?

He opened it in confusion, and the paper inside was continuous pages, and when he opened it, it was like an unrolled picture scroll, sprinkled with a large piece, and the magnificent momentum suddenly jumped out of the calligraphy and painting.

He gasped.

This is!

His hands holding the cover couldn't help but exert a lot of force.

It's an artifact!

The shock in Jiang Futing's heart couldn't be calmed down, could it be that Fan Congwen had reproduced the mural he saw in the cave that day?

No! No way!

The content in the cave is obviously so obscure, and it is not even as detailed as the explanation in this book.

The content depicted on this can be said to be lifelike, not bad at all!

Judging from what Fan Congwen has been doing, he doesn't know the artifact that thoroughly.

Jiang Futing skipped the historical synopsis that was too familiar to be familiar before, and was directly attracted by the pattern depicted by the first artifact.

It is a lotus flower that blooms very dazzlingly, pure and bewitching.

All he knew was a lotus flower.

Now the four big characters on the side of this pattern give it a name: Turbid Green Lotus.

There is a mark below: This thing was born in chaos, the beginning of all things, and has the ability to overturn mountains and seas, and change the sky.

And the second picture is that the Immortal Sect owns half of the artifact: the Yin-Yang Chakra.

The same is also marked: born at the beginning of the world, yin and yang merge, endlessly.

It's just that he always thought that there were only two artifacts, but he didn't expect that there was a pattern drawn on the back!

How could there be a third?

He immediately stopped looking ahead, and looked directly at the third pattern with suspicion.

It looks like a boxy brick, extremely thick, with sharp edges and corners, and just standing there, it makes people feel breathless.

"Empty seal?" He subconsciously whispered the words on the side.

He was sure that he hadn't seen this thing in the mural, but judging from the aura in the painting in front of him, it should be an artifact.

But why is there such an information gap?

He carefully glanced at the outline above, born at the time of repeating heaven and earth, familiar with the past and the present, and able to reverse time and space.

Repeating when the heavens and the earth happened?

Jiang Futing's brows almost twisted out a twist.

What I saw in the mural before was only the first time that hundreds of millions of years ago opened the world and reversed time and space......

He stared at these four words and swallowed in a dry throat.

If this ability is real, it is really terrifying and a little unbelievable, and if someone really holds this in their hands......

His gaze grew heavier, almost tearing the cover.

Then what can't be done!

He stood there and pondered, and after a short pause, he gradually found that this pattern had been seen for a long time, which made him feel a little frightened, and gave birth to an indescribable uneasiness.

Jiang Futing stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips uncontrollably stroked the edges and corners of the pattern.

And the moment his fingertips landed on the ink, countless terrible screams poured into his mind like a beast!

What the hell!

He immediately held back his thoughts, shook his hands, and threw away what he was holding.

The loud cries of grief and grief seemed to have found an outlet, and swept through his mind, as if he had to mess up his mind and sanity before he would stop.

Jiang Futing gritted his teeth, breathed calmly, and immediately sat in place, struggling to force out the suddenly invaded things in his mind.

The splitting headache lasted only a few minutes, but it seemed like a century to him.

It was as if countless bloodthirsty insects had burrowed into his sea of consciousness and gnawed at his flesh.

Jiang Futing never expected that just forcing back these evil grievances would actually consume all the strength of his body.

When he opened his eyes in prostration, the nameless book lying on the ground was still on the page of the empty print, and he struggled to prop up his eyelids and looked at the pattern again, with a little more fear in his eyes.

How can there be such a strong resentment, what is this...... Is it an artifact or a magic artifact?

He closed his eyes again and breathed.

The sea of consciousness that was excessively shocked, like a device with a clockwork and a switch out of order, emitted a single lengthy buzz in the head.

The surroundings gradually fell silent, there was no sound of breathing, no wind and grass, and the enclosed space seemed to drain time, and everything seemed to press the pause button, frozen there.

Only the depleted ghost veins in Jiang Futing's body were running slowly and silently.

Outside the house, a gust of wind suddenly swirled, and the branches pointing to the sky shook violently, making a "rustling" sound.

The gust of wind did not stop, and it traveled all the way to the house, and all the places that were swept away made a cheerful sound, but it quickly returned to calm, and did not attract attention.

Eventually, it docked in a dark and terrifying place in the house.

A tall figure slowly emerged at the moment when the wind stopped.

The person who came was slender, with a calm gait, and a mask on his face, which looked clear and beautiful, but the dark eyes seemed to be filled with incomprehensible bloody rain, and the tail of the eyes, which should have been harmless to humans and animals, drooped slightly, but at the moment it looked even more gloomy.

The look in his eyes was actually six points similar to Jiang Li, who had fled from the desert not long ago.

He changed into the clothes of the ghost attendant in Zhao's mansion early, and walked to the gate of the dungeon in a hurry.

And the dungeon happened to be the place where the first Su Hong was put under martial law as soon as he took office.

The guards on both sides had been replaced, and they were standing there at the moment.

As soon as Jiang Li appeared, the two guards' wary eyes never left him.

He walked over casually and saluted in a respectful manner: "Lord Jiang asked me to interrogate the traitor of Yucheng, Zhao regrets."

The guard on the left asked one by one, "Is there a handicap?"

Jiang Li smiled kindly: "I am a close confidant of Lord Jiang, and in the past, I used to do things directly and entrusted with each other, and I didn't need to do it."

"The past is the past, the present is the present!" The guard said selflessly: "The new city lord has just ordered that all the prisoners in this prison are unpardonable felons, and they must be strictly guarded, and there is no handwritten order!" No! ”

Before he could finish the sonorous words "no entry" in the back, a white light suddenly swept in front of his eyes.

The guard didn't even have time to react to what was happening, and he was gone.

The guard on the right stared at it in disbelief, its visceral horror like ice poured over its head, immobilizing it.

He opened his mouth wide and lost his voice for a while, Jiang Li smiled coldly: "It's your turn."

The guard's throat struggled with difficulty, and the white light flashed again, and then, it disappeared like the guard just now.

So far, there is no sign of any alarm.

Jiang Li patted his sleeves with disgust, looked left and right, as if nothing had happened just now, and continued to walk in calmly.

The passage was surrounded by impermeable walls, suppressing the already dark dungeon, and only a row of ghostly fires drifting on both sides added a faint and cold light to the dark passage.

Jiang Li looked for the faint aura left by Zhao Cheng and walked in, and the guards on both sides did not suspect him when they saw his bright and upright posture, and no one stopped him all the way.

Until he came to the end, there were two more heavily armed guards beside the heavy stone gate, and Jiang Li took out the pass sign that came out of the guard at the door.

The two guards took a serious look, then didn't ask any more questions, and took the initiative to open the door for him.

The door was opened, like a terrible beast opening its bloody mouth.

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