For a while, Xiangyi felt that his face was hot, and he was ashamed, and he didn't dare to look at Xiyuan at all, but he just stretched out his hand and pushed away Xiyuan's head and complained: "What are you doing so close?" seemed to notice Xiangyi's embarrassment, Xiyuan also restrained himself, but what he didn't expect was that Xiangyi was going to be like this, it seemed that he had known Xiangyi for so long, and it was the first time he saw Xiangyi blushing, and he thought that Xiangyi had no other expression except frowning!

Only then did he push away Nishigaki's approaching face, and Xiangyi caught a glimpse of Nishigaki looking at his head without blinking, and a burst of fire burst out of his heart, and he said angrily: "Look at what!" Nishigaki smiled and took out the remaining incense from his sleeve, took Xiangyi's hand, and carefully put the incense on Xiangyi's hand half-jokingly, and said half-seriously: "Since you are so rare to have it, I will give it to you, anyway, it is useless for me to keep it, and it may be of great use to you in the future!"

"Who is rare, you can keep your own things!" Xiangyi looked displeased, looked at Nishigaki and said angrily. Xiyuan didn't plan to take it back, just looked at Xiangyi and said, "I mean seriously, this thing is left to you, maybe it can really come in handy, you can keep it! With that, he stepped into the ancestral hall, ignoring Xiangyi, who was left behind by him.

Xiangyi looked at the small piece of incense in his hand, rolled his eyes suspiciously, and then carefully put the incense to his lips and sniffed it cautiously. Faint taste, Xiangyi can't tell what the smell is, but it smells surprisingly good, out of caution, Xiangyi didn't dare to smell anymore, but carefully put away the thing, Xiyuan is so precious this thing, it seems that it should be a good thing, it's always right to keep it. After thinking about it comfortingly, Xiangyi walked into the ancestral hall.

Six large coffins were placed in the lobby, and the entire hall was temporarily arranged as a mourning hall, and this was not the first time Xiangyi had come to such a place. Xiangyi and Shaoyuan had also been to such a place long before going to Tianmen Mountain, but it seemed that there had been some days, and she almost couldn't remember it, if she hadn't seen this familiar scene, I was afraid that she would have completely forgotten the place she had been.

Nishigaki noticed that Xiangyi also came in, so he didn't say anything, just casually opened a coffin, and the coffin was lying a woman in her early twenties, she opened a pair of eyes in horror, and the expression on her face was extremely uneasy, as if she had seen something terrible before she died, the wound on her neck was very deep, almost cutting off the entire neck, and Nishigaki didn't dare to move the body, but looking at such a deep wound, it is estimated that this person should have died on the spot, so there should be no other wounds on the body. But what kind of person is it? can create such a wound in a short instant?

If it weren't for the deep skill, there should be an extremely sharp murder weapon, but no matter which of these two they have, they are not ordinary people, but in such a closed small mountain village, even if there are enemies who do not share the sky, will there be such unusual enemies?

Seeing that Nishigaki opened the coffin, Xiangyi was not to be outdone, stepping over the two unconscious guardians, Xiangyi also opened a coffin casually. Lying in this coffin was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, his eyes were also wide open, but the expression he showed was not frightened, but surprised, as if the person who killed him was someone he once knew.

He was covered with wounds, but none of them were fatal, and the look on his face seemed to have died of excessive blood loss. Unlike the corpse in the coffin that Nishigaki opened, this corpse should have suffered a lot before it died. With so many wounds, it seems that the murderer must have hated this person very much, otherwise he would not have tortured him like this before he was about to die.

She has never liked to see someone die in Xiangyi, she feels very uncomfortable, she hates death, she hates war, and she hates things that will make life pass. Looking at the dead man, Xiangyi slowly closed his eyes, sighed softly, and reached out to close his eyes that were still open.

It was only before his right hand touched the dead man's eyes, and Xiangyi felt a wet sensation coming from his palm. The ancestral hall was a little dark, and Xiangyi had no way to see the corpse clearly, and the strange appearance coming from her palm at this moment made her a little frightened. I couldn't help but feel curiosity, so I cast a spell to make a small flame burst out of my index finger, and carefully looked at the corpse's face.

In this way, Xiangyi saw the tears left in the eyes of the corpse, why did she cry? What did she cry for? Xiangyi frowned suspiciously, thinking that she could see the memories remaining in the corpse through the dead corpse before. Xiangyi didn't dare to delay at all and put his right hand on the corpse's forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

The vision was a little blurry, and the voices in my ears were a little noisy, as if there were many people talking, but what were they talking about? The distance was a little far away, and it seemed that some could not be heard clearly. Slowly Xiangyi saw a wooden door, there was a faint light in the door, those sounds came from the door, the gap in the door was very small, she could see limited, but there were many people in the door, men and women, but they were all in their early thirties.

In addition to the noisy sound coming from the door, there was also the smell of meat and wine, as if it was celebrating something.

"Come, come, come, Brother Tu have another drink. Someone said in a loud voice, as if to persuade him to drink.

"No, I've drunk too much today, and my head hurts! I have to go up the mountain tomorrow to see, although I killed that beast, but I don't know if there are any other spirits on the mountain besides that beast!" someone refused, his voice was embarrassed, but there was a faint sense of pride and pride.

"Ouch! Who doesn't know our Pingjiaao, just slaughter the old brother is good, that beast was stopped by you and stabbed, he will definitely not survive, besides, even if he is still alive, he is half dead, what else can happen, I said Tu brother, you can drink to your heart's content!" It seems that someone is persuading him to drink again.

Just as he could see it clearly, his vision began to blur again, and in a blink of an eye, he changed the venue. In the empty yard, three small saplings were planted, and the three children squatted on that side, so close that they did not know what to say. It's just that this scene looks like I've seen it somewhere, so familiar!

Xiangyi thought hard, but she didn't want the three children who were squatting on the ground to suddenly turn their heads, Xiangyi was shocked, weren't they the two children that night? Although Xiangyi only saw a vague shadow that night, she was sure that those two children were the two children she had seen that night, but who was the third child?