Dusk Cloud Palace, the famous first magic palace on the rivers and lakes.

For generations, women have been regarded as palace masters, disregarding morality and obscenity. The famous and decent faction formed an alliance to encircle and suppress it several times, but they didn't even find the palace gate of the Dusk Cloud Palace.

At this moment, in the Ghost Shade Swamp forest to the west of the Twilight Cloud Palace.

A woman in red floated up.

The waist-length black hair rises in the wind, the skin is like white jade, the lips are like red cherries, and in the mottled and gloomy shadows of the trees, it is like a gorgeous ghost in the purgatory of Shura, which is difficult to ignore.

This person is the one who crossed before-

The current palace master of the Dusk Cloud Palace, Mu Linlong.

Although Linlong looks like a ghost, in fact, she is more worried about the real evil spirits.

"Sand ...... Sand ......"

A sound came from a grave not far away, and if you looked closely, you could see many scattered human bones hidden in the earth.

This is the legendary mass grave!

Could there really be living people in such a place?

Linlong checked the memories belonging to the original owner in her mind again, except for some eaves and walls, the most exaggerated is just a trick of killing people with flowers, and there are no anecdotes of the existence of ghosts and gods.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm a terrifying female devil now!

Deal......

Just die and go back.

[The Son of Destiny has appeared]

[Current Saving Progress: 0\/100]

[Current task: Help the other party increase the progress value of the love within nine hours, otherwise perform the obliteration task, please focus on No. 001.] 】

And to obliterate again?

Mu Linlong narrowed her delicate eyes, and her fierce aura became more and more obvious.

It's like a thousand whips in memory.

Linlong's long whip flicked, and the silver soft whip seemed to have life, and if the dragon entered the world, it exploded the seemingly strange grave.

【Warning! Warn! 】

[No. 001 is suspected of murdering the son of destiny......]

"Shut up!"

Linlong snorted in disgust.

At this time, Linlong didn't realize that the unruly factor in his bones and the momentum of the original owner accumulated over the years were slowly awakening.

The dust was scattered, and the wind was quieter.

I saw a man kneeling in the mound, and he couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead.

"Hey, are you still angry?" Linlong asked.

When the man first saw the light, he was still a little unable to adapt, and after slowly moving his stiff neck, he stopped moving.

Linlong looked at him, and saw that on the man's thin face, a pair of dark but lifeless eyes were particularly abrupt.

The man's thin lips were chapped and shapeless, and they were pale with a hint of black.

Even so, the corners of the man's lips squirmed and he whispered, "Kill...... Kill ......"

It's him?

Linlong didn't know each other, but he had it in the memory of the original owner.

This person is Song Jinyu, the young master of Song Jiabao.

The only two of the Song's 128 mouths were broken by the original owner, and they were handed over to his younger brother Song Jinqing, who was a compatriot of his mother, to bury them alive little by little.

"Since you can't die like this, let's live well!"

Lin Long said, and then swept the other party out with a whip.