When Yun Lingxi heard this, his eyes trembled slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at the inconspicuous palace outside the hall.

In my heart, mixed emotions welled up.

The beauty of her family, since entering this palace, seems to be dyed with a sense of sadness between her eyebrows.

Even though he hid it very well, she could see it.

Yin Xue picked up the snow ball, glanced at Fu Shiyu, and followed behind Mo Yechen and Yun Lingxi.

The group left the Imperial Book Hall and finally stopped in front of the inconspicuous palace.

Compared to other palaces, this palace is not only small in size, but also slightly crudely built.

The temple gate is just an ordinary wooden door, and there is not even any decoration, which looks a little dilapidated.

But the appearance of such an inconspicuous and dilapidated palace in the imperial dormitory is the greatest unusual.

Mo Yechen stood in front of the door.

After a while, he slowly stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the temple.

"Squeak......" The wooden door was pushed open, making an old creaking sound.

Halfway through the push, Mo Yechen suddenly retracted his hand and pursed his lips to look at the hall.

Yun Lingxi and the others looked at the hall and were stunned.

In the center of the hall, there is an offering table.

On the table, there is a tablet.

On the tablet, there is a blank space.

Yun Lingxi put his arm around Mo Yechen's slender waist with one hand, hugged the person to his side, and continued to push open the half-hidden temple door with the other.

The whole palace, unlike the rest of the palaces, is luxurious and elegant, and the halo shines.

Simple and simple to the extreme.

Except for the tablet, the table, the two futons next to the table, and a few sparse night pearls, there is nothing else.

Mo Yechen's body stiffened slightly.

His eyes were fixed on the blank tablet.

Yin Xue and the others also noticed Mo Yechen's strange appearance and stood quietly behind him.

The cool breeze came from nowhere, bringing a hint of gloom to the silent imperial bedroom.

Everyone looked at the hall quietly, and even their breathing was a little lighter.

Different from the quietness of the emperor's dormitory.

The sub-island of the Hades Domain, Xiao Mingyi's mansion.

A mournful female voice resounded in the sky day and night.

In the dimly lit chamber, a figure sat in a huge barrel with his limbs tied.

She threw her head back and let out a screaming sound that made her scalp tingle.

Under the light of the candle flame, the black veins bursting from the neck are faintly visible.

At this time, her hands were clenched into fists.

His black hair was messily draped behind him.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and her eyes were shaking.

The fair skin is covered with black and red marks, like a ghost.

"Ahh

The next second, she suddenly lowered her head, her hands were chained, and she hung weakly.

"Young master, she doesn't seem to be able to hold on, does she need to pause?" At the door of the secret room, there were two figures standing.

Xiao Mingyi looked at the bloodstained and haggard woman in the barrel, and a trace of unbearability rose in his heart.

In the next second, a bewitching figure suddenly flashed in his mind.

The trace of intolerance for Yun Lingyan in his heart dissipated in an instant.

He coldly waved his sleeves and turned to leave: "You can't pause, if you can't hold on, give her medicine, no matter what, you can only succeed, not fail." ”

"But, young master, once the medicine is used, her lifespan is less than three years." The secret guard beside Xiao Mingyi hesitated for a moment and spoke softly.

"It's okay, Young Master Ben only needs her to live for a year." Xiao Mingyi's cold and emotionless tail note had not yet completely fallen, and his figure had disappeared around the corner.

The dark guard glanced at Yun Lingyan, who had passed out, sighed lightly, her figure flashed, and she disappeared in place.

The candle flame flickered slightly, casting Yun Lingyan's shadow on the wall, weird and evil.

The two who left, no one noticed, they thought that Yun Lingyan, who had passed out in a coma, had her eyelashes trembling slightly when she heard Xiao Mingyi's words.

It wasn't until a long time later that she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the direction Xiao Mingyi had left.

The blood-red eyes, against the backdrop of the candle flame, are like ghosts.

"Xiao Mingyi......"

"That woman made it to the third stage?" Soon after, a voice of surprise sounded in another secret room.

"Yes, my subordinates also think it's incredible."

The refining of the medicine poison man is divided into five steps.

The first step is to introduce the poison into the body.

In one day, 7749 kinds of poisons are consumed, and after taking such a large amount of poison, even if there is an antidote, a large amount of toxins will be left in the body.

This is also the first step in refining a medicine puppet, but the medicine puppet only needs five or twenty-five poisons.

But in this step, it would be good if one out of a hundred people could persevere.

The second step is to poison the five internal organs.

Using the principle that all things are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other, for nine consecutive days, three kinds of poisons are taken every day, and the poison is sealed in the internal organs with a silver needle.

The third step is to refine the skin by taking a poisonous bath.

With one hundred and nine kinds of poison, boil it into poisonous juice and soak it for three days and three nights.

This is also the most critical step, if you can't stand the pain of a hundred poisons, you will fail.

The fourth step is to be friends with insects.

After surviving the first three steps, stay with the eighty-eighty-sixty-four most poisonous creatures and let them eat you.

The fifth step is the forging of the poison body.

After sixty-four poisons have been eaten, the toxins in the body have reached a critical breaking point.

At this point, if the toxin is forced back into the bloodstream with a silver needle, it will be successful.

This step is extremely painful, and it is said to be more painful than Ling Chi.

"Stopping Xiao Mingyi can't let him succeed." After a while, the person in the shadows spoke again, his tone no longer surprised, with disgust: "Find an appropriate opportunity to reveal the matter of the vice island to Yun Jitian." ”

"Yes."

The candle flame flickered, leaving only a shadow hidden in the shadows.

In the imperial mausoleum, Mo Yechen has never stepped into the palace.

Yinxue and the others also stood quietly behind him.

After a while, Mo Yechen pinched his eyebrows and slowly stepped into the hall.

He walked over to the offering table and stared at the unwritten cards on the offering table.

At the bottom of his eyes, there are indescribably complex emotions.

The strange feeling in my heart became more and more obvious.

Fu Shiyu glanced around and walked behind the desk.

"Hey, what is this?" He reached out from behind the tablet on the desk and pulled out a box.

Yun Lingxi raised his eyebrows and looked over, he was holding a palm-sized square black box in his hand.

Fu Shiyu put the box on the table and opened the lid.

In the box, there was a white silk silk with words written on it.

Yun Lingxi reached out and picked up the silk silk, unfolded it and spread it on the table.

[I was born and left my hometown, and I will come to Hanxue by fate. 】

[However, I was trapped in Hanxue all my life, and I couldn't find my way home. 】

[When I first came, Hanxue was in turmoil, the people were not happy, I didn't want to meddle in other things, but the people's lives were in dire straits, and I couldn't bear it, so I led the people to establish the Hanxue Dynasty. 】

【……】

Everyone's eyes finally focused on the last few lines of silk.

[I have no wife and no children all my life, I adopted an orphan during the war, and I thought that my righteous son, when my limit was approaching, I passed the throne to him. 】

[My hometown, beautiful and prosperous, but the fallen leaves can't return to ......]

After a moment, Yinxue spoke thoughtfully.

"No wonder, on the black jade stone of the crystal hall in the front hall, it will be written when the fallen leaves will return to their roots, so it is."

"In this way, Ah Yuan is not a descendant of Hanxue's ancestors, he brought outsiders to rob the tomb, and he has no psychological burden." Fu Shiyu rubbed his chin and sighed.