They came to the vicinity of the ravine according to what the little stone said, Lan Zijin stepped on the air under her feet, Dongfang Luoqi hurriedly helped her up and said, "Zijin, be careful." ”

This scene fell in Dongfang Luoyu's eyes, and seeing this situation, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Look, king, cave!" Wanwan wielded a dagger and cut a few dead trees in the place where Lan Zijin had just stepped on the air, and under this, there was a dark cave.

"It's too dark down there, let's make some torches."

Dongfang Luoyu said, everyone picked up a few branches to make torches, and followed Lan Zijin into the cave.

"Niangniang, the old slave is here to accompany you, don't be angry anymore, the old slave is here."

An old voice came, and everyone passed through the tunnel, only to find that it was brightly lit, and everything inside was man-made, as if it were a palace built in a cave. An old woman was kneeling in front of a huge tombstone in the center of the temple and pleading.

"Grandma!" This sudden shout in the evening startled everyone present. It turns out that the humans here turned out to be Wanwan's grandmother.

Lan Zijin then remembered that Wanwan had mentioned to her that her elderly grandmother lived in Donghuang Mountain, and it turned out that Wanwan's family was the grave keeper of this monster!

Wanwan ran over, squatted beside the old woman, and said, "Grandma, why are you here?" ”

The old woman turned her head to look at Wanwan, thinking that she was trying to remember something, and after a while, she seemed to remember something, so she said to Wanwan: "Wan'er, hurry, beg Niangniang, talk to her, she is too lonely, if it goes on like this, it will be out of control." When the old woman had said this, she stopped paying attention to the evening and continued to kowtow to the tombstone.

"Mother, don't be sad...... The old slave is with you, the old slave is with you......"

Seeing this, Lan Zijin and the others also came to Wanwan's side, and Wanwan kept calling grandma, but the old woman never paid attention to her again.

Lan Zijin gently patted Wanwan's shoulder, and when she stood up, Lan Zijin asked, "Grandma, how long have you been delirious?" She remembered that her grandmother was not in her right mind, so she asked.

"It's been ten years. Ten years ago, my parents came to the mountains and never returned, and after that, my grandmother became like this, often muttering things that no one could understand. ”

Wanwan's expression was a little sad, but Lan Zijin suddenly realized: "I see." ”

"Zijin, do you know what it is?" Dongfang Luoyu asked.

"Little Stone said that Wanwan's grandmother is the grave keeper of this tomb. What monsters fear most is loneliness, and years of loneliness will make them lose their minds and make their resentment stronger. Wanwan's parents disappeared ten years ago, and Wanwan's grandmother was delirious after that, so in the past ten years, the monsters here have no one to accompany her, and a sense of loneliness fills her heart, which will lead to today's situation. ”

Lan Zijin said, and a burst of blood-red smoke came out of the tomb and condensed on the top of the tombstone.

"Ahh What is it? Wanwan exclaimed.

"You can see it too?" Lan Zijin looked at the crowd, waiting for an answer.

"Well, it's red smoke." Dongfang Luo Qi replied.

"Your lord, you're here." The voice seemed to be drifting, and everyone realized that the monster was actually a woman. But what makes them wonder is, who is this monster called? Lord, is it Dongfang Luoyu?

The smoke turned into a human form, and its appearance was somewhat similar to Lan Zijin.

"The widow doesn't seem to know you." Dongfang Luoyu was also fearless, and said coldly to the monster.

"Widows? Oh, I almost forgot, it's been so long, Dongfang Hengye, that bastard, should have died a long time ago. ”

Dongfang Hengye? He is the ancestor of the Eastern Kingdom, the first king of the Eastern Kingdom!

"Who are you?" Dongfang Luoyu asked bluntly.

The monster didn't answer, but floated slowly toward them.

Lan Zijin clenched his sword, and when she approached, he drew his sword out of its sheath and blocked it in front of her.

As soon as the sword came out, the monster stopped, its eyes were full of horror, its red hair fluttered, its pale face was bloodless, and it roared as if it was crazy: "Where did it come from!" Where did this sword come from! ”

Lan Zijin waved the sword of her mobile phone, she thought that this monster would be afraid, but she changed her attitude just now and became extremely calm.

"What, do you know the Condensation Sword?" Lan Zijin asked.

The monster laughed, and the laughter was mixed with all kinds of out-of-place emotions, sadness, resentment, frustration, sadness......

"Slashing Sword? Chopping? That's a great name, Slash...... Back then, it was indeed this sword that took my life and brought me to where I am now...... Haha, Dongfang Hengye, Chop Ning, it turns out that you already knew that I would die. ”

"The name of this sword turned out to be because of you! Who are you? Dongfang Luoqi asked.

"Haha...... My name is Chu Ning'er. This sword is going to kill me! Haha......"

"In other words, I can use this sword to kill you, a monster?" Lan Zijin clenched his slashing sword and said.

"Kill me? This sword has already killed me once, and now, it can't kill me. ”

"Then the poem on this sword was also written for you?" Dongfang Luo Qi said.

"Poetry? What poem? The monster quickly floated over and took the sword from Lan Zijin's hand, and Lan Zijin realized that she really didn't lie, this sword really couldn't hurt her, and it couldn't even touch her, because she moved as fast as a wind.

"Poetry, where. Where is it. The monster returned to its original position, constantly looking at the sword sword, Lan Zijin reminded: "On the hilt of the sword." ”

"Sword hilt ......" The monster found the small word and read it softly: "The bright moon pavilion is shining, and you still think about yourself." Loneliness is not only me, barren mountains bury the dead. It is the word of Dongfang Hengye......"

"I think he must miss you a lot." Seeing this, Lan Zijin said to the monster. The monster has a grudge in her heart, and she also realizes that she can't hurt her in the slightest, since she can't use force to eliminate her, it can only untie her knot and disperse her resentment.

"Miss me? How could it be ......" The monster said sadly with two lines of blood and tears flowing down his red pupils.

"If he didn't want you, how could he have carved this poem on the sword?" Lan Zijin suddenly felt that there was a play, and the monster was shaken.

"Huh...... That year, a great war broke out, and I was seriously injured and lying in this cold cave, Dongfang Hengye told me, let me wait for him here, I waited for a long, long time, until the establishment of the Dongfang Kingdom, but he married another woman...... You said! How could he miss me! He has been lying to me all the time, deceiving me to fight on the battlefield for him, deceiving me to give up my identity as a saint for him, deceiving me to lose my body and divine status for him, deceiving me to go down to the Taisheng Mountain, deceiving me to wait here and wait...... Wait until the curse on that sword spreads all over my body, and when I become a demon......"