It is said that everyone is looking for Wen Yixian in the first square, but Wen Yixian has quietly returned to his room. Her room was actually in this courtyard, but she was afraid that the two people would follow, so she deliberately went around the first square before returning to her room.

Along the way, she studied the bronze object like a pocket watch she had taken from Ji Xuan'er, she was just curious why the pointer in the middle of this thing always pointed in her direction, and every time she flicked the pointer in another direction with her hand, the pointer would turn back to point at herself.

It turned out that she pretended to commit suicide at first just to deceive Ji Xuan'er's sword, but when she fell into his arms, she accidentally found that there was an object in his arms, and she didn't know what it was, but she was very curious about what kind of treasure it was, and she wanted this man to hide it close to her, so she took it away.

Speaking of which, her ability to hold sheep is also idle and boring, always like to play tricks on those dignitaries who come to the first square for recreation, and every time she takes someone's personal baby, the more intimate and valuable she is, the more interested she is, either to take someone's official sticker, or that person's pass waist card, and even to take someone's gold medal to avoid death, every time those people are scared, the first square is a mess, and she will quietly return these things.

is so used to it, so as soon as she found this small object on Ji Xuan'er's body, she took it away without thinking about it.

She picked up this thing and listened to it in her ear, but there was no sound, and she didn't know what it was used for, so she simply put it in her arms and took it out later to study it slowly.

When she walked to the door, she looked up at the moon in the sky, and the moon was very bright, and only a small crescent moon was left, which was a bright moon.

I've been hiding for more than ten years, but I still can't hide from the moonlight in July every year.

Wen Yixian sighed slightly in his heart, pushed open the door with a squeak, and walked in.

Her room was simply furnished, with only a quaint bed and an old table, and there was nothing decorated in the room, except for a painting hanging on the wall.

The boy on the painting is wearing a gray snow-dyed white brocade dress, with an auspicious cloud pattern belt tied around his waist, and a transparent dragon pattern jade pendant hanging on the belt, with a bun on his head, wearing a hollow carved jade bead gold crown, from a distance, the man's figure is long, the clothes are elegant, and it is very dusty, but if you look closely, the man's facial features are missing eyes, which inevitably makes people think that the young man in this painting must be a blind man.

Wen Yat-sen lifted the portrait, only to see that the wall behind the portrait turned out to be a small mechanism, and when the mechanism was pressed, a basement entrance appeared on the floor in front of the portrait.

Wen Yixian looked up at the sky, the moonlight was already clear enough to spill into the room through the window paper, she didn't have time, so she hurriedly walked into the entrance of the basement.

Every full moon night, the moonlight will make her turn back to her original form, and at this time, her mana is weak, but the breath of a fox is very strong, all these years, that person has been looking for her, she doesn't want to be found by that person, she must not be found by him until she becomes strong enough, strong enough to avenge her father's mother.

Walking down the stairs step by step, she walked into a basement that was the same as the room outside Wen Yat-sen, she knew that she was only temporarily living here, so she was very casual about the furnishings of the room.

Only on the table in the room was a wooden tray, on which was a crystal clear pearl of the night, only the size of a thumb, but the whole room was illuminated transparently.

When Wen Yat-sen stepped into this room, she felt an invisible pressure, usually, she could always hear the sound of the wind or crickets outside in the basement, her hearing was already very sensitive, but tonight, she always felt that there was a force that made everything around her afraid, and everything was quiet.

She cautiously walked into the room, searching for the source of that power.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Suddenly there was a low voice from hell in the basement, full of infinite pressure, as if it was about to suffocate people's ears, because this was a force from hell.

A black cloak slowly condensed in the bright basement, and under the wide cloak there was a face that was so white that it did not belong to the world, and the face was not unremitting, but the eyes revealed a terrifying gloom, which made people afraid to look directly, as if the owner of these eyes would kill anyone if he was unhappy, and he had the ability to let whoever he wanted to die.

He is the ruler behind the gates of hell, the king of the Netherworld and the ghost realm, the lord who is in charge of all the dead souls in the world, and there is no evil and no evil.

Jun Wuxian is not just a skeleton without skin and flesh like an ordinary revenant, the past generations of Jun Wuxian are the exception of the ghost race, they are a soul condensed by the aura of the underworld, because they have a strong spiritual power, can resist the direct rays of the sun, no matter day and night, they can wander in the world, and can always be attached to a corpse, from the day they become Jun Wuxie, they can choose a corpse from the world, as their parasite, so that they can preserve their soul for a longer time, rule the ghost clan, In order to save several elders of the ghost clan from competing for the position of the ghost king, it caused turmoil in the ghost world.

This Jun Wuxian has ruled the ghost world for 10,000 years. He had the countenance of a young man, though pale and bloodless, for he was not a man of the world. His eyes glowed with a red glow, like a ghost fire in the underworld, and his face was cold, like a person who does not eat the fireworks of the world, but he is not a person, he is an existence that does not belong to the world.