Xiao Shuai held his breath so as not to be rushed by the corpse gas, and the moment the wooden door was pushed open, another breath rushed out. The candle flame flickered slightly, but was not extinguished.

There was light in the room, and the breath that rushed out was not corpse gas, it was a sweet smell in the incense. The aroma was faint, but it was too obvious to suddenly rush out of this room. There is a unique aroma that belongs to women, and Xiao Shuai instantly judged that this was a young woman's room.

The house is small but very clean and chic. A table, several bookshelves, and a chaise longue covered with upholstery. The candle flame flickered on the desk, reflecting a translucent jade incense burner next to it. A faint white smoke is wafting from the antique lid, and the scent of sandalwood comes from this incense burner.

"Anyone?" Xiao Shuai asked unconsciously.

Apparently there is no one, and you can see the whole house at a glance. After unconsciously asking, Xiao Shuai has been hesitating, it seems very impolite to break into someone else's room uninvited, and it is a young woman's room.

I don't know why, Xiao Shuai subconsciously thought that the owner of this house was a beautiful young woman who was as weak and boneless as a flower. Anyway, it's not the old woman who is the charmer.

Unable to care about so much red tape, Lacey taught Xiao Shuai to make the most favorable judgment and decision, and Xiao Shuai walked in with the candle in his hand.

There is a calligraphy on the table, the font is beautiful and thin, and it is written a poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" by Liu Yong, but there are no last two sentences. And this poem Xiaoshuai's favorite is the last two sentences, is this an artistic conception? Or did the master leave in a hurry and didn't finish writing?

On the large desk are several modern glass bottles filled with flower petals of various colors. A bottle of blue, a bottle of purple, and a bottle of yellow. What is this, Xiao Shuai has no interest in continuing to explore this room.

The chaise longue was clearly a place where the woman often rested, and this hand-painted portrait hung on the wall opposite the chair. In the portrait, a young man in a long robe stands on top of a cliff with his hands behind his back, looking out at the sea of clouds in the distance.

What kind of courage this is, Xiao Shuai couldn't help but be fascinated, but saw the man suddenly turn around and look back.

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Surprise!

Xiao Shuai was taken aback, and when he looked closely, the man turned around, still looking at the sea of clouds in the distance.

But that feeling just now is extremely real, isn't the portrait an ordinary portrait? And the man turned his head with a vaguely familiar expression.

Who is this man?

Xiao Shuai was sure that he had never seen this man before.

After looking at the portrait again, there was no change, and Xiao Shuai turned his head to look at the chaise longue again, and a picture appeared in his mind. Nephrite is warm, and a beautiful infatuated woman reclines on a chair and looks at the people on the wall with melancholy.

Since ancient times, infatuation and hatred have been empty! Xiao Shuai sighed lightly in his heart and was about to turn around and walk out of the room, there was no need to probe in this room. The candlelight shining on the wall suddenly went dark, and the sound of fluttering and flapping wings suddenly sounded in my ears.

Bat!

The wind blowing the bat's wings blew on his face, Xiao Shuai immediately turned his head, and a bat passed by his ear, and its sharp claws grazed his skin a little stinging. At the same time, countless voices of flapping wings came from the air, and under the light of the two candles, Xiao Shuai saw countless earthy yellow bats hanging on the roof of the entire house. The bats were obviously all folded brown paper, but they kept wriggling as if they were alive.

A large number of bats began to swoop off the roof towards Xiao Shuai, and the door was even darker, and a large mass of dense paper bats poured in like a storm.

Several magic knives flew out, and at the same time, Xiao Shuai pinched his palm and shot out a palm and five thunder palms. There was a "bang", and the first group of bats to pounce was chopped away.

The bats made of these runes were folded into several pieces in the air, and the runes on them flashed like fire wires for a few times, and the whole bat turned into black ash.

Magic Knife! Magic Knife! Five thunder palms!

While beating Xiaoshuai, he thought about it quickly, but other feasible methods couldn't be used in a hurry.

If you can't beat it, run away!

Xiao Shuai, who rushed to the door along the wall, was forced back by the dense bats, and there was only an embarrassed mess. The candles were extinguished, and the room was filled with the sound of "squeaks" and flapping wings. The five thunder palms can't be hit, and the magic knife can't fly. Xiao Shuai, whose mana was rapidly depleted, had no time to recover, and even had no time for luck. Only two hands desperately tore the bat off the face and neck, and at the same time the cat bent down to hide in the corner.

This is not embarrassing to describe, the clothes on his back have been torn, and the pain in his heart Xiao Shuai is still gritting his teeth and running desperately, but ...... There are too many bats.

Okay, fight! Xiao Shuai made up his mind to forcibly run the mana in his body and activate the magic seal and the Buddha seal. But I felt a familiar feeling in my blood, and the blood in my body was boiling, hot and a little hot. When this sensation flows through the blood vessels throughout the body, it is as if the blood in the whole body has been changed.

A long-lost figure came to mind, as if she was very close, very close to herself.

Ah Zi.

After this heat flow through his body, it seemed that his mana had improved a lot, and Xiao Shuai's confidence increased greatly, and he was about to fight with the bat army when he stepped on a square brick in the corner. The sound of machinery spinning and stones grinding sounded, and the wall around Xiao Shuai turned and led Xiao Shuai into a secret room.

Then the door of the chamber slammed shut, and the crushing creak and flapping of wings disappeared in an instant.

A few night pearls are embedded in the ceiling, and a faint fluorescence swayes throughout the room. The room was smooth to the touch on all sides, like white jade. The white jade emits a little fluorescence of the night pearl, making the whole room feel like a dream.

It's more like a woman's boudoir, with a white gauze tent, a vanity mirror, and a silk bed. A folded wooden screen is erected in the center of the room, separating the lounge area from another area.

Xiao Shuai gasped and walked gently across the screen.

The other side of the screen is brighter, and the light source comes from a "lamp" hanging from a huge desk.

All the eyes of Xiao Shuai were attracted by this lamp. It is better to say that it is a lamp than a crystal that will shine, the crystal is the size of a fist, and it looks impermeable, but there are seven or eight glowing "fireflies" crawling around inside the crystal.

The light emitted by the crystals comes from these fireflies. The light shrouded the two pots of strange flowers on the desk.

Two pots of small flowers on the table, one white and one blue. This flower gave Xiao Shuai a very strange feeling, it looked like it was alive, and there was no wind and it was swaying slightly. The white flowers are plain and elegant, and there are not even a few leaves, but the blue flowers look very charming, the petals are dotted with gold dust, and there are many green leaves surrounding the flowers.

There are words written on the flower pot, this flower pot is a jade flower pot, these words seem to be written by people with a brush, and the font is very similar to the butterfly love flower outside. Xiao Shuai gently turned the flower pot to see what was written on the flower pot, but found that there was a magnetic field between the two flowers. When two flowers are a little farther away, they attract each other, like the north and south poles of a magnet. Push the pot a little closer, and the branches of the two flowers are actually intertwined with each other, like two people hugging each other.

What kind of flower is this?

Xiao Shuai carefully looked at the words on the flower pot again, and it was another poem.

Yanyu Jiangnan*, the distant mountains splash ink like blue. The two banks of Qinhuai are near the pond willows, and the boats are painted by the curling. The waves are like hail, drunk and red-faced, and the shadow is shaking. The lotus root flower is deep in the field leaves, and the leaves are newborn and lotus.

And Tillian? This is not a lotus, Xiao Shuai looked up again, and groped carefully, it didn't look like there was a secret room. A thick stack of kraft paper on the bookshelf caught Xiao Shuai's attention.

This kraft paper is made of the same material as those paper bats.

Xiao Shuai looked thoughtfully at the entire bookcase. Suddenly, a thread-bound booklet on the bookshelf shook a little, and the cover of the booklet opened slightly as if someone had flipped it. Xiao Shuai's ears were immediately occupied by a non-stop buzzing sound. It's like a kind of ultrasound, the whole ear is a long, non-stop buzzing sound, and the body is separated from the outside world as if it is wrapped in a layer of water waves.

A layer of water-streaked air separates Xiao Shuai from the surroundings, and there are only Xiao Shuai and this ancient book in this space. The desks and secret rooms outside are as blurry as rippling reflections.