After listening to Murong Yan's words, I nodded at her.

Just because I want to stay the way I am doesn't mean I'm an ignorant fool.

If it can, if it can really lift the ghost art of yin marriage, then it is really a good thing for me and Murong Yan.

I nodded heavily at Murong Yan while showing a shallow smile.

And at this moment, the white paper maid who had left before came back with a box.

"Miss, I've got something!" The white paper man and maidservant said respectfully, and even knelt on the ground.

Murong Yan saw that the things were brought, his face was overjoyed, and he said to me again: "Dead scum, come and see what I want to give you!" ”

Murong Yan looked mysterious, and my curiosity was also aroused.

"Oh? So mysterious! ”

Murong Yan smiled beautifully, didn't speak, but walked directly to the maidservant.

I followed behind and walked over.

Grandma Mo will always be like that, standing aside, smiling and not speaking.

Murong Yan took the box and said to the maidservant: "If the order goes down, all posts must be strictly guarded, especially the Yin Grass cultivation ground. As soon as there is a disturbance, it must be reported. ”

"Yes, Miss!" The white paper man and maid continued to speak.

Murong Yan nodded slightly: "Go down!" ”

The white paper man and maid immediately took the order to leave, and Murong Yan took the box and said to me: "Dead scumbag, the things in here are what I used before I was alive. It is also the only thing that I have left in my lifetime. I want to give it to you, like you to save it well. ”

Looking at Murong Yan's solemn face, I couldn't help but become solemn.

The only thing that Murong Yan kept during his lifetime is going to give it to me now.

This, this friendship, is great.

I looked a little surprised: "This, this is a little bad!" This—after all, this is the only thing left in your life! ”

Murong Yan looked at the wooden box and smiled: "Indeed." But I can't use it now, and the corpse door is gone. Not only is this the only thing I have ever had in my life, but it's also evidence that our corpse gate ever existed! ”

When I heard the word "corpse door", I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Yang Xue told me before that the original name of the corpse gate was called the Yin Corpse Gate.

The disciples in the door are neither human nor corpse, neither yin nor yang, and they like to use living people to make furnaces and tripods for cultivation.

The higher the Dao method, the more furnace dings.

Later, it was destroyed by many sects in the world in one fell swoop.

I took a deep breath, and then said to Murong Yan, "Yin Corpse Gate? ”

Murong Yan suddenly heard me say these three words, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and looked at me deeply.

Immediately, she nodded heavily: "That's right, the Yin Corpse Gate and the Corpse Gate are all the names of our sects." However, if it is passed down in my hands, it can be regarded as a complete loss of inheritance......"

Speaking of this, Murong Yan looked a little lost and sad, as if he recalled a lot of unhappy past.

I didn't ask, in my opinion, Murong Yan is not the kind of demon who takes people's lives, serves as a furnace, and cultivates demon laws.

She is not like this after her death, and it is even more impossible for her to be the kind of demon in Yang Xue's mouth before her death.

I didn't speak, but looked at Murong Yan.

Murong Yan hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Our corpse sect used to be the righteous path in the yang world, but because of the orthodox dispute among the sects three hundred years ago, the sect went into decline. ”

"In order to seek immortality, an ancestor before he went to the evil path cultivated the exercises by unscrupulous means, even if he used living people."

"From that time on, my corpse gate was recognized as a cult. He likes to practice as a furnace. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, my sect could only survive until it reached me and Zhou Yun. The two of us originally wanted to revitalize my teaching and correct the name of my corpse. But ......"

Speaking of this, Murong Yan sighed like a living person, revealing helplessness.

"However, Zhou Yun and I died one after another, became a ghost eye to take away the soul, seized the soul personality, and became a war puppet in our hands, for more than a hundred years......"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked in my heart.

The Yin Corpse Gate, which was originally regarded as a cult, actually had such a story.

No wonder Murong Yan asked me to call her corpse sister at the beginning, it turned out that behind the word "corpse", she was also responsible for revitalizing the sect.

If it was before, Murong Yan would definitely not tell me this, but now Murong Yan told me her story.

I believe her, I think what Murong Yan said is true.

My expression was also very solemn, and at this moment I looked at the wooden box again and said, "What is inside this box?" ”

Murong Yan looked at the box and opened the lock with his hand.

"It is the inheritance treasure of my sect, the spirit knife ......"

As soon as Murong Yan said the word "Spirit Knife", Murong Yan had already opened the box.

The moment the box opened, my pupils dilated.

Immediately afterward, I found that inside the box was a small dagger.

The dagger was no more than the length of a palm, a little small, and had a scabbard on the outside.

The scabbard is not delicate, a little quaint, or a little ugly.

But in Murong Yan's eyes, this seemed to be a treasure.

Murong Yan slowly took out the dagger: "Dead scumbag, this is the spirit knife." It has been inherited in our sect for thousands of years, the sword body is extremely sharp, sharpening iron like clay, and it has a special ability......"

"Special abilities?" I asked in surprise, and watched Murong Yan pull out the dagger little by little.

Murong Yan didn't answer, and pulled out the dagger little by little.

My eyes widened, and I sharpened iron like clay, it must have been a sword.

The appearance seems simple, but the sword body inside is afraid that the cold light will splash everywhere, and the murderous aura will be compelling.

I thought so in my heart, but at the moment when Murong Yan twitched the dagger, I Nima was dumbfounded.

I saw that the dagger blade was gray-brown and rusty, and it looked like it was about to be broken.

I was stunned for an instant, the cold light that I said was good, and the murderous aura that I said was good?

Why, how is it a broken copper and broken iron? Murong Yan wouldn't just pick up a rotten dagger and fool me, right?

I looked embarrassed: "This, this is the extremely sharp, sharpened iron like clay baby?" ”

When Murong Yan saw me like this, the corners of his mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, his hand shook, he raised the dagger and swung it out to the stone table next to him.

Immediately after, a shocking scene appeared.

I only heard a crisp sound of "bang", and a gap was split on the stone table on the spot, a gap in a dagger.

And the dagger in Murong Yan's hand was intact, still in tatters.

I was shocked to see this.

The stone table is at least fifteen centimeters thick, and such a thick stone table, let alone splitting it, even if it is cut without curling the blade, it is a good knife.

But this dagger actually slashed through it with a knife, and he himself was unscathed.

Baby, this is really a baby.

Murong Yan saw my shocked appearance, and still had that smile: "This is not the most powerful thing about the spirit knife, it is powerful because it can absorb the spirit ......"