Fei Hongyong left for a long time, Xin Niang was still sitting on that chair, and there was a remnant of a banquet in the courtyard, and Xiliu was frightened by the scene just now, and he didn't dare to say a word when he sat on the ground.

The moon hung in the sky in the middle of the night, the moonlight was faint, the lantern on the gatehouse had been extinguished for some time, and the woman's face was silent in the darkness, as if looking at the white jade wine cup rolling on the ground, and it seemed that she was just distracted.

After a long time, she laughed softly and murmured, "Put the wine on the high platform, and be happy and sad...... Yongling has really come to this point, and now, it doesn't matter if I don't do it......" Then, looking at Xiliu, he said, "I have never broken my word, and I will not be an exception to you." ”

As he spoke, he borrowed an object the size of a little finger bone from his wrist, and when he saw it, he saw it, but as if he had seen something terrifying, the whole person went crazy.

"Say yes, say yes...... You can't kill me, I haven't heard anything, I don't know anything, don't kill me......" he begged incoherently.

Xin Niang looked at him for a while, laughed, and said, "Kill you? Even if you get down on your knees and beg me now, I won't. As he spoke, he brought the short whistle in his hand to his feet, "Everything that has happened between now and your death has nothing to do with me, I let you go, and I have written it off before, but you must remember to be 'grateful' to me." "The last four words, every word.

Then she got up and walked slowly back to the shop, and there was no sound as soon as the door closed.

Xi Liu's face was gray, and the most powerful thing to destroy people's will was always the coming death, which could not be seen or touched, but it was like a shadow.

Shen Shuyi was silent in his heart, Xin Niang was not even willing to kill them, which showed that Fei Hongyong's disposal method was even more terrifying than the Gu worm breaking out of his brain, so he simply didn't care.

Xi Liu naturally understood this, and picked up the short whistle from the ground with trembling hands, and slowly moved it closer to his lips, this should be Xin Niang's Gu control, and his breath was suddenly stuck in his throat.

Want to die? Surely you don't want to, do you want to give up? But I want to give up. He suddenly thought of one point, Xiangxi has always been chaotic, and various families and factions are mixed, but no one dares to call himself "above ten thousand people". All living beings are afraid, and the surname Fei is not invincible, let alone in a place like Xiangxi?

This should be the only way for him to live. Xiliu hurriedly got up from the ground and went over to shake Zhao Yu awake, but this kid had already drunk and didn't know who he was, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wake up for a while, so he simply put the person on his back and ran out of the coffin shop as if he had to escape.

Shen Shuyi got out from under the broken basket, moved his hands and feet, approached the coffin shelf next to him, and pushed the lid of the nearest coffin, but found that he didn't move at all, he looked around, raised his feet and planned to leave.

Going out from the back door, there is only one way to see, go down, and the end is really his ancestral hall, but in front of the ancestral hall, there is a bright figure in the shadow, take a closer look, Miaoman's red back is holding a red umbrella on it, Shen Shuyi took a look, it was the one that Wu Lingyu dropped before.

"Yo, you're back?" Yang Xian turned around with a smile and said, dressed in red clothes and red umbrellas, lining her a little more charming.

Good-looking is good-looking, but Shen Shuyi has some bad premonitions in her heart, and this woman is often a good thing when she appears.

Sure enough, she said in the next sentence: "What did you want to understand in these 'three days'?" ”

Shen Shuyi wondered if he was dazzled by tinnitus, three days? It's only been a day, so why is it three days?

"Isn't 'three days' sunrise and sunset three times?" He questioned.

Yang Xian had a smile on his face, and explained carefully: "Yes, the sunrise and sunset are three times, but the alternation of scenery at different times will pass more quickly, you have been in the ancestral hall for more than an hour, but a whole day has passed outside." She waved her hand to show that she couldn't control it.

Shen Shuyi doesn't believe it, she may not be able to stop it, but at least she can tell him! I wanted to go back and get a good night's sleep, but it turned out that it was time to decide to stay, and it turned too fast.

"Oh, don't worry too much, the Shen family is good at life, you should know that some things are doomed." She chuckled.

Shen Shuyi looked up at the sky and asked, "Then you say, who can go out or who can't go out is already doomed?" "Maybe the so-called test in this sunset mirror does not actually exist, and it is actually the spirit in the instrument that plays a decisive role?

He had already guessed that what he had seen and heard in the past "three days" was just three fragments of an old thing, what can be seen from this? It's really difficult, so the breakthrough point is definitely not in these scenarios, but the two immortals of the Dark Sun who asked him questions at the end.

"What do you have to do with the Gu family? What do you have to do with Wu Lingyu or Gu Yunqi? He asked directly.

Yang Xian also looked at the sky, and after a while, he said: "The immortal always said that I value some things that I can't see or touch too much, and at the beginning he refuted the most, but I still decided. The smile on her face faded a lot, "Do you know what the Stygian does?" ”

Shen Shuyi shook his head truthfully, for this mirror, after all, he was in it, and it was difficult for him to subjectively feel the secret in it.

Yang Xian said: "This mirror, I heard that it is made of a stone on Huangquan Road, I don't know if it's true or not, but it's very evil." That ancestor of yours, Shen Lingxi, refined this mirror, and I heard that you can distinguish people and ghosts during the day, and communicate the two worlds of yin and yang at night. ”

At this point, she paused slightly, and then smiled, "But, as far as I know, there is no way to really let people through the Lethe River." ”

Shen Shuyi muttered, "So, you need a soul to reach the two realms? This is just speculation, but he feels that this should be the meaning of the existence of the two immortals of the underworld, and it also proves that these two are indeed from the soul of a person.

Thinking about these three fragments again, there are not many characters who appear, only one has appeared in front of him, but it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad, that is, the dead Gu Yunqi. If what he expected was right, then Yang Xian was the eldest lady of the Quyun Gu family more than three hundred years ago - Gu Yunqi.

Sure enough, she was poisoned to death, and she also became an unjust soul, and was later included in the mirror by Shen Lingxi, and it was three hundred years at once, but in this case, it makes a little unreasonable.

"Wu Lingyu's ghost shouldn't have wandered here for three hundred years, right?" He asked, if her soul was still alive, he wouldn't have been unaware of it.

Yang Xian neither nodded nor shook his head, and sighed lightly: "I don't know, I haven't seen him, and Shen Lingxi can't find where her soul went, I guess she may have wandered alone in time for a long time, that's why you have the scene you see." ”

Shen Shuyi was silent, he always had an indescribable weirdness in the relationship between Yang Xian and Wu Lingyu, if they were enemies, but they had a deep relationship with each other, if they were relatives, sometimes they had three points of hatred. But what happened three hundred years ago, I'm afraid Yang Xian wouldn't be talking more, dying in such a tragic scene was a scar for anyone who imprinted eternal life, and she shouldn't want to recall these again.

"What about the ancestors of the Shen family before, have they also seen it?" He asked.

Yang Xian walked into the ancestral hall with his feet raised, and said as he walked: "There have been, and there are differences, but these are not of great significance, history is reality, just learn a little, or don't take it too seriously." ”

The white mist in the courtyard has all disappeared, and the bloody corpse is nowhere to be found, seeing that he is puzzled, Yang Xian smiled again: "Oh, have you seen it, Shen Lingxi's taste is unique, and the ordinary gatekeepers don't want it, if you catch a bloody corpse and put it outside the door, it will be scary when you open the door." ”

Shen Shuyi was shocked by these words, this bloody corpse is a gatekeeper? The credibility of these words is no less than the oath he usually made to his father, ordinary Taoist priests saw that the bloody corpse that was too late to run was the gatekeeper of his house, who would believe this?

Yang Xian also knew that he couldn't believe it, so he added a few more words, "That is not an ordinary blood corpse, he didn't bite you because he 'recognized' you." ”

'Recognized'? Shen Shuyi subconsciously wanted to refute, no matter how powerful the blood corpse is, there is also a corpse word in the name, how can the dead have thoughts? Except for the natural drought, but that kind of thing has not appeared for thousands of years, and I am afraid that it will not appear in the future, and this possibility is even less likely than that of a dead man.

However, the bloody corpse before clearly let him go on purpose, why?

He really couldn't figure out this, but Yang Xian clearly didn't want to explain more, he couldn't get the answer, and the conclusion was that the Shen family was an ordinary Shen family, but Shen Lingxi was different, this person could no longer be counted within the scope of the Shen family, and the secrets on his body were difficult to count, let alone more?

But why did such a person bring his wife and children to the small place of Quyun, and the current Shen family that he wanted to establish? Can some things, after hundreds of years, really pass?

After thinking about it, Yang Xian had already pushed open the door of the ancestral hall, and it was still dark inside, and as soon as she swept her hand, those white candles lit up one after another, and the hall became bright, and the scenery inside remained unchanged, and the four paintings were still hanging on the wall.

"Shen Lingxi, this person, only left these four paintings in the end," she said slowly, "It's a pity that three of them are missing, and the last one is still hidden somewhere in the ancestral hall outside." ”

After sighing, she turned around and looked at Shen Shuyi, and said with a smile: "These don't matter, the 'three days' are here, according to the rules, I should let you see the real mirror, and ......" She paused for a while, "It's night now." ”

Looking at this smile, Shen Shuyi's hairs immediately stood on end, as she said just now, the dark sun mirror at night can pass through the yin and yang worlds, so wouldn't it be to bring him to the underworld? He was afraid of the ghosts in the ordinary yang world, and he had to pay it back when he got down?

It's a pity that he didn't wait for him to refuse, after Yang Xian finished speaking, his eyes were dark.