Jun Wuji's eyes widened, staring blankly at the closed door.

She sensed it.

It's really on the inside.

Jun Wuji stared at the door, his eyes flashing, and suddenly, everything in front of him changed.

The dark doors and walls seemed to ripple open, and then they became transparent little by little, making everything in the room visible.

I saw—

The black-robed man sat cross-legged at the table, and in front of him was an open box.

In the warm candlelight, his old but gloomy cheeks could be faintly seen.

At this time, he was looking at the contents of the box with burning eyes, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

Inside the box, a slender piccolo is lying quietly.

It was as white as jade, but the body of the flute was very slender, and it looked delicate and small, only about a section longer than the palm of a woman's hand.

Although there is no ornamentation, it gives people the feeling of being exquisite, like a sacred object that cannot be desecrated, so that people dare to look at it from a distance, but they can't help but salivate in their hearts.

The black-robed old man looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand and grab the flute in the box!

The hand was pale and thin, but the nails were thick black, as hideous as ghost claws.

Seeing that it was about to touch the flute, the flute, which had been unresponsive, suddenly burst out with a strong spiritual light!

The aura hit the old man's hand, and it seemed to burn him, causing him to withdraw his hand like lightning, and let out a terrible howl from his mouth: "Ah-"

Jun Wuji was startled, this old man was obviously not ordinary, but the aura emitted by the flute actually made him howl so badly, which showed how terrifying the power of that aura was.

She didn't know that the old man was also shocked at this time.

He seemed to be in terrible pain, and despite his desperate efforts, he still let out uncomfortable whimpers.

After a few moments, he took out a medicine bottle and stretched out his palm to prepare for the medicine.

Only then did Jun Wuji realize that his palm had become a blur of flesh and blood, and Sensen's white bones were clearly visible.

That aura was so terrifying that it just shone on his palm, and it corroded his flesh and blood, revealing his white bones!

Jun Wuji couldn't help but be shocked, what kind of flute is it?

How can it be so powerful?

She could sense that the flute had a very close connection with her, and it should have belonged to her.

It's just that she can't remember any memory of this flute at all.

At this time, the old man was already frantically pouring the medicinal powder onto his palm.

The color of the powder was very strange, it turned out to be black.

What's even more bizarre is that at first glance it looks like powder, but as soon as it touches the flesh, it instantly comes to life, writhing endlessly on the fleshy palm.

Soon, the palm of the hand grew new flesh and blood at a rate visible to the naked eye, returning to its original appearance.

When Jun Wuji saw this scene, he almost vomited nauseously.

She could tell at a glance that it was some kind of sorcery.

Those black powders were actually a very evil Gu worm.

The reason why I am so sure is because the powder makes her feel very bad.

Jun Wuji continued to watch.

After the old man's palm recovered, he finally didn't continue to scream.

He looked at the flute in the box with fear, and muttered to himself in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter? Why is this thing so reacting today? Didn't that person say that as long as I spend every day, I will one day be able to successfully confess it? Why is this happening?"

Jun Wuji suddenly felt a little weak.