"The size of the emperor's tomb, and there are square and round text couplets of the light scriptures, and a huge star illusion array, in which people and demons live together?"

"Well, it's the Ming Hall of that tomb!"

"You read that couplet right?"

"Now I remember it vividly, the heaven and the earth are clear in turbidity, the prison abyss is in the dark and light, and the horizontal criticism sighs and sighs! The left and right horizontal criticisms are such a big couplet, and the horizontal criticism is actually these two words, a tomb owner who definitely has a story. How can you tell whose tomb it is, old man?"

"Fifty percent of the time it's him, a man who once had a lot of biographies on top of the history books, and then crossed out all of them at the end. ”

The old man's bright eyes were a little stunned at this time, and a trace of excitement and complexity could be seen in the dark night, which felt a little contradictory.

"Who's that?"

"I'm not sure yet, tell me anything else in the cave. ”

The old man's hand trembled a little and he raised his teacup and choked hard, and it was obvious in the dark night that he was trying his best to hide his emotions.

Get!

There is no doubt that this old man must be a great master, and there is a certain chance that he is a holy master, who can roughly judge the identity of the tomb owner, as long as he is a great power, he is not unmoved, obviously the night thinks that this old man is also moved.

"Inside the cave is a space fragment of the abyss of hell!"

"Fragments of the Abyss of Hell?"

"Well, the earth is the abyssal demon soil, and there is also a large area of abyssal blood mud, and there are endless burial demons in it, such as killing demons, seducing demons, soul judgment demons, six-armed snake demons, and Balo Flame demons the size of a mountain, endless! I don't know how many there are, whether it is ten million or tens of millions, because the corpses of demons are connected to the sky everywhere you look. ”

"Really?"

The old man leaned in, and the eyes that looked at him were brighter than ever, and in the dark night he could see that there was a violent wind whirling in it, this was a wind type great sword master with the same attributes as Blackbeard, or an archmage.

"Hmm!"

The night nodded a little frightened, looking at the old man's eyes with a little fear, feeling that the storm in those eyes could destroy him into a pile of scum.

"What else?"

"A black coffin the size of the sun, not stored in the big hole, seems to have the application of the technique of large space, and the burial place under it is a continuous pavilion, very beautiful, the beauty is not like a burial pit at all. ”

"Did you go to that attic?"

The old man finally closed his eyes, but the momentum on his whole body was not an ordinary rise, it was almost uncontrollable, and he was sweating profusely in the dark night, and he was really afraid that this old man would not be able to control it well and send himself to see death.

"Old.... Master.... Son, gas .........."

The night didn't finish a word, and his frightened eyes collapsed directly on the table, and he couldn't even move a finger when he was pressed, as if he had returned to the feeling of facing the light and shadow of the holy master in the tomb.

"I'm sorry, are you alright?"

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the night for a moment, and then he knew what was going on.

"It's fine!"

Feeling that the momentum that can crush this broken façade is suddenly empty, the night directly gasped, and the spiritual consciousness sea was pressed for three or two seconds, and with such a loosening moment, it began to surge, and the endless dead air was like a wild horse running back and forth in the meridians, directly three general cycles, such a violent operation made the little face of the night blushing with halo.

There were bursts of congestion and pain in the brain, and it took a long time to control his mental consciousness and go crazy, and he grabbed the bitter hot tea on the counter with trembling hands and poured it.

"When I'm older, I can't control my emotions when I hear some big things, and the more I live, the more I go back. ”

The old man shook his head and laughed, as if mocking himself, and by the way, he grabbed the steaming teapot and refilled the cup that had been drunk dry in the dark with some hot water.

"I've seen the wind and waves, and I've been on the battlefield, what are you doing when you look at me, isn't it just that I've been pressed. ”

The old man looked at the wide, dull eyes of the night and nodded at him.

"Oh!

The old man said such a sentence before he reacted in the night, and he had a question at him.

It was indeed a gaffe just now, Blackbeard's senior brother, a character with a lot of white beard, how could he be an ordinary old man, you don't have to think about it.

"Loft!"

"Oh yes, there is an epitaph in the attic, but the epitaph is incomplete, and I am not sure if it is the so-called epitaph, I vaguely wrote down something written on it, in which the words have passed with time, the smoke and rain are gone, and the old man is remembered, and the voice is cold.

Say goodbye one day, under a pseudonym for ten days, take refuge and recuperate, and concentrate on repairing.

Three days after I came back, I checked this person named 'Ten Days' in the library of the college, and probably because the time was too short, it was not ...... at all."

Syllable!

Before the words were finished in the night, the teacup in the old man's hand fell directly on the counter and was sprinkled with water, and a spirited person stood up and almost splashed the strong tea all over his body.

"Old man, what are you?"

The night looked at the old man whose hands were shaking violently with a stunned face, and he never expected such a big reaction from this old man.

"It's okay! ”

The old man closed his eyes, twitched twice, and said to him as best he could.

The night could clearly perceive the old man's violent mood fluctuations, and there seemed to be a hot current between his closed eyes.

"Misfortune every day, suffering in my heart, depressed heart, and suffering for a hundred years.

........

Complaining about the sky, I love the widow, mourn the earth, and whimper.

Beloved love, don't lose it, don't forget, remember it, and engrave it!

That's all I can remember, I'm not the only one in it, this tablet was shattered, and I can remember what is written on it or I put the broken tablet together. ”

The old man didn't react for a long time, and the dilapidated shop seemed to fall silent, and he sat opposite the old man in the dark night, looking at his old face.

Jean knew whose tomb it was, and judging by the old man's reaction, he definitely knew whose tomb it was!

"Old man, old man?"

Seeing that he didn't react for a long time, he called out cautiously twice.

"Do you want to know who this woman named 'Ten Days' is?"

The old man closed his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to cry, but somehow he held back and said a word to the night.

"Listen!"

The night wanted to know a fart, but he wanted to know who was in the big black coffin.

"That's a stupid woman! Born in the Empire of Light 1,800 years ago, she was elected as the Holy Maiden of the Holy See of Light at the age of thirteen, and she reigned for seventy-three years, ten days is like the pseudonym you see on the epitaph, and the name Ten Days in the history books is a taboo, you won't look it up at all, but if you look up the name Gabriella, there may be some records that are just a few words, that is her real name!"

"Taboo?"

The night whispered to the old man, these two words contain too many meanings in the continent of West France.

"Well, do you know what happened in 1800 years?"

"Eighteen hundred years ago?"

The night muttered in a whisper, what node was 1,800 years ago?

If you want to know exactly what happened, you have to go through the history books, but at this point he really knows what happened.

"Hmm!"

"The Abyss of Hell invades the continent of West France for the last time!"

"Yes!"

"There's a Hell Abyss Great Realm Lord buried there?"

"A person who is greater than the Lord of the Hell Abyssal Realm!"

"No, it won't!"

After sitting on the stool in the dark and listening to the affirmation given by the old man, he was directly dumbfounded, and he seemed to know whose tomb it was.

"Do you know whose tomb it is?"

"Is it Heber or Fubinne?" asked the old man in the dark.

The first time he saw this name appear was in the bookstore next door to his house, but it was only half a year before the bookstore was yellow, and the second time he heard that the name was in the entrance examination of Gadot College, and the book written by Petin, Dean Deslund and the motto of Gadot College that he spoke of was written by this person (Chapter 213).

"You know him?"

This sentence is clear, but the night can now be sure that this character should be buried there.

"I know a little bit, but not too much, I just know that this person's study of the "Qigu Sutra", a bright scripture, is not ordinarily deep. ”

It's a sarcasm!

Heber and Fubien have the impression of being a fool, a retarded, an idiot, and a madman in the night!

The contestant who studied the "Ancient Scriptures" and studied it to the point that he was stunned, thinking that man and demon can coexist in the world, and he persevered in his beliefs, and finally directly opened the door to the abyss of hell, and the night could only give him these evaluations.

The strange characters who came out of the Bright Church, in the end, were even more ashamed to tell a character who directly deleted all the records in the history books, and he could find a record related to this kind of character, how could a character deliberately erased by the Bright Church allow him to find the existence of the other party.

"You disdain him?"

The old man suddenly laughed out loud, and asked questions about the night.

"Isn't that an idiot and madman, what's the crumbs and disdain?"

"I agree with you, I also disdain that rotten person, but what I disdain is his Tao, not him as a person, and you are targeting him as a person, don't believe too much in history books. ”

"Isn't it true? ”

After listening to the dark night and thinking for a while, even if the things recorded in the book are wild history, he can look at this person from an objective point of view, no matter how many points he adds to this person, his brain is sick when he opens the door of the abyss of hell to verify his thoughts.

"What you see is the history that the Holy See of Light said!"

The old man's words suddenly brightened up in the night, how could the Bright Empire record its own traitor history objectively describe this person.