"Big deal...... I promise you yes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

This sentence spread quickly in Haixin's fandom, and millions of people felt congested, but it was difficult to say anything. This situation is indeed a moment for true feelings to be revealed, and the goddess of the sea dares to say such straightforward words in public regardless of her idol identity, and her courage and sincerity are worthy of respect.

[666, sea goddess, what are you?] 】

[Promise? (Powder)

【Residence...... I actually agreed]

[It's a pity ......]

[Ask me, ask me, ask me what I promised] [Hehe, we know] (powder)

[The first time I came to the live broadcast room, I asked the old driver to popularize science and promise something? ] 】

[My king failed to confess three times, I'm afraid I won't dare to do it for the fourth time]

[Yes, it's too late to say yes]

[I feel sorry for Emperor Yan, I didn't wait for this sentence, woo woo, I'm so uncomfortable] (powder)

……

"I wanted to test it and see if he was playing dead. I thought that as long as I promised him, I could trick him into waking up, but I didn't expect him to ...... He's really ......."

Haixin couldn't save face and forcibly explained, but he choked up as he spoke: "Fang Yan, wake up, I really promise you this time, I really promise you......"

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Tomb of Prince Zhang Huai——

The Yin-Yang family's soul dementorship is not only about soul snatching, but also about soul transfer.

Three souls and six spirits flowed out of the twisted bushes, all the way west, straight into the tomb of Prince Zhang Huai, and finally converged to the vibrant insect coffin.

"噫~hiss......"

The man in the coffin suddenly sat up in fright, broke through the viscous secretion layer, and his slimy face looked dazed. The ruddy lips closed one by one, his chest rose and fell violently, and he gasped for breath one by one: "Hiss~ ...... Hiss ~ ......"

Jin Ling'er, Lord Wei, Fat General, WIFI Man, the four anchors obviously leaned against the wall and fell asleep, but they frowned one by one in a daze. When a vital person passes in his life, even in his dreams, he will be grief-stricken.

The first to open his eyes was Jin Ling'er, and the dragon-seeking silver coin on his chest had already been touched by the evil emperor, but he could still sense the sad thoughts of a massive barrage coming from the silver coins thousands of miles away.

"Uncle? No, you are? ”

Xiao Nizi subconsciously looked at the insect coffin beside her, and the female corpse that suddenly sat up frightened her and almost collapsed, but the aura of the female corpse was extremely complex, and a familiar aura could be vaguely sensed during it.

"Fat brother? Brother Erzhu? Sir? ”

The three big men couldn't wake up, and as she kept shifting positions, the female corpse in the coffin always remained sitting, but her head kept deflecting, locking on Jin Ling'er's movements.

Xiao Nizi noticed this detail, and was so frightened that she hurriedly escaped from the tomb, and as soon as she stepped out of the stone door, the headset buzzed and trembled, and the live broadcast signal said that it would be restored, and an overwhelming barrage popped up in the goggles.

She turned off the barrage that blocked her vision, looked at the sleeping Emperor Yan, and shouted softly: "Uncle? Uncle, it's time to get up. ”

[Ling'er woke up? 】

[Hey, this kind of thing happened as soon as I woke up]

[Hey]

[She shouldn't wake up at this time, she is distressed]

……

Everyone felt sorry for Jin Ling'er and didn't know about Fang Yan's death, so they unconsciously formed a tacit understanding and concealed the truth. ：

[Let your uncle sleep a little longer]

[Well, I'll always wake up] (pink)

[I've been playing with people all night, he's just a little tired, he'll wake up] (pink)

……

Gradually, Jin Ling'er sensed that something was wrong. In fact, no one told the truth at all, but she relied on her instincts, just quietly watched Fang Yan lying on top of the ancient scroll, and when she looked at it, she cried: "Uncle, why are you ......?"

Unlike Haixin, who choked softly, Xiao Nizi cried heartbreakingly.

The barrage tried her best to comfort her, and she began to blame herself with red eyes: "It's all my fault, if I don't learn corpse language, I won't find Yuchen's secret, we won't recognize the first picture as a life change map, and we won't fall into the trap." ”

The audience saw her various self-blames and felt deeply congested:

[I don't blame you]

[Poor king I have been single all my life, and in the end I couldn't get off the list and left]

[Ling'er wake up the others and hurry over to deal with it]

[Huh? Why did my king's spoon and coin float? 】

[What a big coin]

……

The audience was very impressed by the Dragon Hunting Ancient Coin and the Evil Spirit-Ward Key, and Yu Chen did not throw them into the Refining Instrument Ding, and gave a very high evaluation to the two when evaluating many treasures.

Some old starry sky viewers who were fortunate enough to watch Fang Yan's "live ghost hunting" recognized the evil spirit key:

[That little spoon can sense ghosts, I watched Emperor Yan's live broadcast of breaking into the cemetery at night]

However, the live broadcast of ghost hunting only had a few hundred viewers, and the exposure was extremely low, and the few comments talking about the key to ward off evil spirits were quickly drowned in a sea of barrage, without credibility.

People's attention was all focused on why the two treasures that had returned to their original owners suddenly took off, and they saw the two objects floating from the edge of the refining tripod to Emperor Yan's chest, echoing the mysterious scroll under him, the scroll slowly sank and opened a foot away from Emperor Yan.

Although they were separated by a foot, they still held Emperor Yan flat with an amazing force field, and the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" in the scroll deftly detached from the carrier and floated slightly, while the scroll detached out and stood upright in front of the lens of the seven-headed snake.

There was no pen or ink in the air, but on the yellowed blank main surface of the scroll, four large characters appeared neatly.

These four characters are like automatic writing written by a computer program, and every stroke is very delicate, and the pen is extremely exquisite.

The font is very delicate, but the word gesture is very atmospheric, and the four characters are formed one by one:

"This"!

"Son"!

"Already"!

"Die"!

"This son is dead?" Haixin read these four words softly, and the audience was shocked.

Regardless of why the Chinese characters for spirituality appeared on the scroll, the mere release of Haixin's voice from the outer voice of the seven-headed snake was enough to shock the audience.

At some point, I don't know who did it, the Seven-Headed Snake's speaker was turned on, and Haixin's voice was small, but it was clearly discernible in the quiet natural burial chamber.

Jin Ling'er's crying suddenly stopped, her tone was cold, and she asked with hostility: "Who are you?" ”

The scroll could really hear the anchor's voice, but it didn't rush to reply, and the words "he didn't die" on the scroll gradually faded until it returned to a blank piece of paper, and it danced again.

This time, it is not a brush sketch, but a few puddles of ink dots spread all over the scroll, with different shades, and then connect the dots into a line, and the ink marks are contrasting, and in a moment, a lifelike ink portrait is natural, it is actually a beautiful woman with bright eyes and bright teeth and a crown on her head.

Seeing that her face was slightly chubby and her eyebrows were threatening, the audience roughly guessed who this was:

[Wu Zetian? 】

[It's so beautiful] (pink)

[Mei Niang is among the Orchid Pavilion Order? ] 】

[Wu Zetian deliberately drove the Lan Pavilion to save my king? 】

[It seems to be Wu Cao's ghost, he has not been reincarnated, and has been staying in Qianling]

[It's over, she's here to get revenge on the tomb robbers? 】

[Came with the Cloaked Archer?] It's a pity that it's a step too late]

[I didn't expect Wu Zetian to be so beautiful] (pink)

[She doesn't look more than 25 years old]

[Sure it's Wu Zetian, I remember that Wu Zetian didn't wear the crown until he was 67 years old]

[Stupid, of course people are more willing to show their most beautiful age after death]

……

In the face of various doubts from the audience, the woman's lips on the ancient scroll opened lightly, and four simple characters appeared leisurely in the blank space of the lips.

This line is very similar to a comic character, which is in line with this era and is very down-to-earth.

As soon as she spoke, the pen was so sharp, and she was unique and domineering:

"That's right, it's me!" (To be continued.) )