Zhuohua sighed faintly after reading it.

It was as if that history had jumped out of the pages and re-enacted before her eyes.

The past is also like a passing cloud, and the song is scattered, leaving a paper full of sorrow.

She got up, slowly walked out of the library, looked up at the clear and cold moon hanging high in the sky, and her heart was stunned.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess the later results.

Every emperor is like the Green Emperor, and no one wants to be a victim of that tragedy. So when they searched for other methods to no avail, they killed the Taoist priest in anger, established the law, pinned their hopes on the next emperor, and the cycle began over and over again.

It's just that I don't know which emperor started to throw this history into a corner, let it fall into the dust, and never mentioned it.

Zhuo Hua suddenly thought of the current empress who carried the beloved name of the Qing Emperor back then.

What would she have chosen if she had known about this method?

Will it be like the emperors of the past, or will it be ......

Zhuohua hesitated, not knowing whether to tell her or not.

However, the ghost world seems to be about to take a trip.

The palace at night is more quiet than during the day. Except for the palace people who kept vigil, no one walked around the palace anymore. Therefore, Zhuohua's figure is particularly abrupt in this atmosphere.

However, Her Majesty the Empress had already ordered that she could move around the palace at will, so the palace people ignored her directly.

Zhuohua is not walking aimlessly, she is following the ghost aura, trying to find the entrance to the ghost world.

Following this breath, Zhuohua went more and more deviantly. After a while, no one was visible.

She walked through the garden, through an unknown promenade, and finally, stopped in front of a dilapidated courtyard.

It's different from the houses I've seen before. It looks very out of place in this splendid palace. Some of the paint on the vermilion gate has fallen off, and it is slightly white. The clasp on the door was also mottled.

Zhuohua's footsteps paused, took a deep breath, and pushed the door in.

The door slowly opened with a "squeak", and there was no light from the candle flame in the courtyard, and under the illumination of the moonlight, it looked gloomy. Xu has been untended for a long time, the yard is overgrown with weeds, a gust of wind blows, and the doors of several rooms in the yard creak. I don't know where it came, and the cry of the wild cat also sounded at the same time, which only made people's scalps tingle.

It's a real-life version of a haunted house.

Zhuohua swallowed silently, if she went to the ghost world to see more ghost cultivators, she couldn't be cowardly now.

Her feeling was right, and it was in this courtyard that the strong ghost aura appeared. It's just, what about ghost cultivation?

She began to walk around the yard, hoping to find some clues.

It was terrifyingly quiet here, and Zhuohua made a creaking sound with every step.

She carefully probed every nook and cranny and felt the distribution of this ghostly qi with her heart.

It stands to reason that the place with the strongest ghost aura should be the entrance to the ghost world. However, the ghost qi here is very evenly distributed, and each position gives people a similar feeling, which makes her a little helpless for a while.

Just as she was thinking in place, she suddenly felt that the air behind her seemed to be getting colder, and it seemed to be carrying gusts of cold wind.

Her heart trembled, and she turned around slowly, and when she saw clearly what was behind her, her heart was suddenly shocked.

Zhuohua: ......

The "man": ......

The two looked at each other, staring at each other with big eyes, as if they were full of surprise at each other's appearance.

For a moment, there was an eerie silence.