"If you don't go in and look, you'll always be in your imagination. So today we are purely looking for psychological shadows for ourselves! ”

Wan Tianyou gently shook Yanyue's shoulders a few times, and increased the strength of his grip on her shoulders, giving strength.

"But it's locked. Is it always unlawful to break into a door? ”

"If we don't come anyway, this house may never be opened. You see, it's been forty years, and no one will come in for another forty years. Who knows? ”

Wan Tianyou crooked his mouth, said, went out of the house, and found a big stone in the yard.

Yanyue didn't want to stay in the house alone, so she kept holding the corner of Wan Tianyou's clothes tightly and followed step by step.

Although Wan Tianyou is also a little worried, it feels too good to be needed like this, especially Yanyue.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wan Tianyou, who is beautiful, unconsciously reflected the thoughts in his heart to his face. Then the afterglow of the flashlight made the moon shiver with laughter.

"Laugh at you for being cowardly."

"Cut...... Aren't you afraid? ”

"I've never believed in demons and monsters, they're all legends. Besides, if there were any monsters here, they would have starved to death after forty years. Even if you see it, it's an entity, what's so scary? ”

"It's also ......"

General Yu Yue nodded suspiciously, and stepped out of the way, making room for Wan Tianyou's violent movements.

"Boom...... Boom ......"

Wan Tianyou exerted all his strength, and with the crisp sound of the copper lock falling to the ground, the iron door "creaked" and opened.

"Oh my God! It's ......"

didn't enter the door, Wan Tianyou used a flashlight to shine inward, and Yuyue couldn't help but be shocked when she saw it.

"Tablet? So much?! ”

On the huge desk facing the door of the house, there were dozens of wooden spirit tablets placed on it. The incense burner at the front was covered with dust, even thicker than incense ash.

"These are all the ancestors of Aunt Qiu? But ......"

After Wan Tianyou bowed his hand, he shone a flashlight on the front few tablets.

"This is not Chinese? What language? ”

"It's Khitan. Harinut. ”

Yan Yue carefully looked at the words on the tablet and said lightly.

"Khitan? That's not ...... Now wài méng? ”

"Huh?"

For Huanyue, who has not yet learned all the modern nouns, Wan Tianyou's comparison is similar to playing the piano to a cow.

"Oh, it turns out that Aunt Qiu is Mongolian, no wonder she is so tall."

"She's not surnamed Qiu, if it's all the ancestors she worships, then her surname should be Hazhinut."

She shook her head and explained with certainty.

Wan Tianyou nodded, impressed by the knowledge of the moon.

"I didn't expect you to understand Mongolian? I speak Khitan. ”

"There's also a Khitan prince who wants to marry me! But my royal brother is reluctant to marry me so far, and he will never see me in his life. ”

Thinking of the imperial brother, Yanyue couldn't help but feel sad again.

Isn't it possible to see it again in a lifetime?

"Hehe, the past is not like the present. At that time, the nomads were exposed to the wind and the sun? Even if your royal brother is willing, you will have to run home in two days, oh no, one day. Can you still have the same tender skin as you do now? ”

Speaking of the delicate skin that could be broken by the blow, Wan Tianyou blushed unconsciously, and hurriedly shone the flashlight elsewhere.

"What's that?"

The light swept inadvertently, Wan Tianyou jumped his eyebrows, and the converging light source shone towards the cabinet on the right side of the desk.

The cabinet leading to the roof has no door, from top to bottom, five or six partitions. On each partition were some items that could not be named.

"Wait, what's the smell?"

The moment she moved her steps, she immediately smelled a familiar smell, and her brows furrowed instantly.