In both hands, Zhang Yiyang grasped the hilt of the Bishui Sword tightly, and saw a surging force like water bursting the embankment, which instantly poured from his arm into his body.

This power almost surpassed his cognition, domineering and abnormal, instantly making him feel that the load in the dantian had exceeded his limit, and it could be blown up at any time.

However, fortunately, the soul in the blue water sword was terminated, and then it was the leader, and Zhang Yiyang rushed straight to the back door of the main hall with Zhang Yiyang.

"Goo-du-duh-duh-sound, as if entering the water, the blue water sword led him into the main hall.

Soon the power of the blue water sword was withdrawn, and Zhang Yiyang at this time was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been salvaged in the lake, lying on the ground and snoring... Grunting and panting.

After a long time of relief, when he opened his eyes, a creepy horror came into his mind.

An old man with a pale, wrinkled face and a disheveled head was lying on the ground, staring at him with a pair of eyes almost embedded in his bones.

"Ah...!", Zhang Yiyang screamed, and the strength he had just lost suddenly returned to his body, and then, I saw him roll to the side at a swift speed, and then get up.

"Who are you?"

The other party did not answer, but slowly got up from the ground and slowly walked towards him.

At this time, Zhang Yiyang's body was dominated by the Bishui Sword just now, and there was not much power left in his body, if this old man who was not a ghost or a ghost had even the power of the Eighth Rank Xuanzun, it was estimated that he would be able to kill him.

Looking at the old man who came step by step, Zhang Yiyang suddenly found that this was not a real living person, but a puppet of the walking dead, because he had no breath and no expression.

So Zhang Yiyang didn't move, and let this puppet come to him, and he couldn't see through the other party's strength and the other party's intentions.

Click... Click... Click... Every step fell, and there was an echo in this hall, hollow and gloomy.

It seemed to be very slow, but in fact, the old man soon walked to Zhang Yiyang, and then the old man dragged his gray robe and squatted on the ground, and then stretched out his hand and touched his head.

Zhang Yiyang still didn't dare to move again, and let this cold, thin palm against his head.

As the clock ticked by, it was quiet, and apart from the bookshelves on display around it, it could be said that this was a corner, a corner that no one could see, inside or outside.

Finally, the puppet put down his dry palm, and Zhang Yiyang saw that he actually opened his mouth, as if he was dumb, and he didn't know what he was saying, but he knew that the old man was asking him to follow him.

The old man got up, waved his hand, and motioned for himself to follow, Zhang Yiyang relieved the tense atmosphere just now, and then got up slowly and followed behind.

The direction of the old man was not the main hall of the main hall, but around the bookcase and turned into the inner hall, along the way Zhang Yiyang saw a lot of books of interest on this bookshelf, miscellaneous, although there were no books about cultivation, but it was a record of the humanistic deeds of the entire Jiupin Fangzhou.

After turning a few pages, Zhang Yiyang hurriedly put it down and followed the old man into the inner hall.

The inner hall is not big but there are 100 square meters, the living facilities are readily available, tables, chairs and benches, screen incense burner, each furnishing is unique, ingenious, especially the screen on the wall behind the bed, there is a landscape painting like a fairyland, it looks from afar, pleasing to the eye.

It's just that Zhang Yiyang found that he didn't see the corpse of Xingtu here, and then he looked at the old man again.

The old man was originally a puppet, and he didn't pay attention to Zhang Yiyang's gaze, but knelt down towards the bed, and it was strange to say that the old man's worship actually made the bed shake, and then a secret passage appeared in the eyes of the two in the process of turning the wooden bed.