"It's the so-called immortal master again......

Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes and muttered to himself.

Looking at the screen in the room again, there is no difference from the screen that Fang Cai remembered.

"So, the Thousand Yang Sect became like this, is it because of that immortal master?"

He thought of the head of the medicine peak that had turned into a monster before, and then he thought of what he had seen in his memory, the head of Elder Sun who had become a monster.

It seems that everything has to do with the so-called immortal master.

I just don't know if the so-called immortal master who turned Elder Sun into such a monster is the same person as the immortal master who turned the first seat of the medicine peak into a monster.

"Could it be that this lady also ate the so-called Nine Turns Breaking Doom Ascension Elixir?"

While thinking about it, Wang Ember raised his feet and walked towards the next room: "The reason why this lady's monster has two heads is because she has refined her own children into her own body together? The reason why there are three pairs of arms is because she also ate the head of Chen......

Pushing open the next door, the room behind it was still spacious, but equally empty.

It seemed to be a bedroom, with a large wooden bed and curtains embroidered with intricate patterns.

Except for a large bed, it was empty and there was nothing.

"That's weird...... Judging from the memories he has just obtained, there should be a lot of servants here...... Where have those servants gone?"

Tsai carefully checked around, but still didn't see a ghost shadow, Wang Yan couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.

According to common sense, those servants should also become zombies.

Or can't ordinary people turn into zombies at all?

Or rather, was it eaten by the monster that Mrs. Fang had turned into?

With such doubts, Wang Yan pushed open the remaining doors again, behind the doors there was either a kitchen or a miscellaneous room, but they were all empty, just like the previous rooms, and there was no one in them.

"Evil door...... If you don't have those zombies turned into miscellaneous servants, then where did Elder Sun go?"

In front of me, there was only one last closed portal left.

This is the last room in the entire mansion where Wang Ember has not yet stepped into the search.

Perhaps, then Elder Sun is here?

Slowly push open the last door.

What greeted me was a large study.

There is a row of bookshelves on each side, densely packed with books.

Wang Yan did not rush to touch the rows of books on the shelves, but first carefully examined the layout of the room.

Rows of bookshelves are densely packed with books, and in the center of the four bookshelves is a desk.

There were piles of white paper with various traces on it, one pen holder was overturned, four or five quill pens were scattered on the table, and the ink soaked several pieces of white paper, but it had already dried up and solidified into a huge ink spot.

It seems that the owner of this study room once encountered something extremely panicked, and when he fled in a hurry, he knocked down all the piles of papers and pen holders on the table.

Other than that, there was nothing in the room.

"Strange, or is there no Elder Sun?"

The doubts in his heart became more and more intense, and Wang Yan slowly stepped forward, first looking around the four bookshelves.

Although there were a lot of books on the shelves, at first glance, they were all kinds of unnutritious pastime books.

For example, books such as "The Domineering Elder Fell in Love with Me", "Woman, Your Spirit Plantation Was Contracted by Me", "What Is the Experience of Becoming a Cave Realm Powerhouse" and so on.

It can be seen that the owner of this study does not have any taste in himself.

Wang Yan stretched out his hand curiously, wanting to take down a copy of "The Domineering Elder Falls in Love with Me" to see how it was different from the boss in the real world.

However, as soon as he reached out and touched it, the book turned into ashes and shook off.

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It has been stored for too long and has decayed.

Shaking his head slightly, he didn't feel pity.

Wang Yan looked down at the blank paper on the table.

The blank sheets of paper, which seem to have been made of a very special material, do not show much signs of decay, although it is not known how long it has been stored.

On the blank paper, there is not much handwriting, but rather a rather simple ink painting.

Wang Shen flipped through the sheets of paper.

The above pieces of drawing paper are nothing special, they are all flowers and plants, insects, birds, fish and beasts, nothing special.

However, there were a few beasts painted on the drawing paper, which were a little strange, and Wang Yan looked at them carefully, and he actually had a bit of imagination with the strange beasts.

Of course, it was only a little similar, and when Wang Yan looked carefully, the gap between the beasts on the drawing paper and the foreign beasts was too obvious.

It's two species entirely.

On one of the sheets of paper, a strange beast is sketched, with five pairs of eyes and feathered wings on its back, but its body is in the shape of a lion.

Despite being sketched in simple stick figures, the look is still a bit compelling.

On the top right of that piece of paper, a few small characters were written.

The Blue-Eyed Lion.

Wang Yan glanced at it and tossed the piece of paper aside.

Starting from this piece of paper, the following pieces of paper began to become a little weird.

Wang Yan looked at the few pieces of paper below, his brows furrowed slightly.

Underneath the blue-eyed magic lion, there are three pieces of drawing paper.

On the first piece of paper, a figure holding a scepter is on his knees, prostrating himself in a certain direction.

Above his head, a black moon outlined in ink hung high.

The whole picture is very blurry, I don't know if it's an illusion, the more Wang Yan looks, the more he feels that the moon above his head looks like a human face.

On the second piece of paper, there is a strange statue of a god.

It was a statue of a god with horns twisting and twisting on its head, coiled on top of its head.

Like a thick tree root growing from the top of the head.

The statue was dressed in scaly armor, and sat cross-legged with his hands folded, giving people a sense of compassion.

But the face of the idol was blurred, and it was impossible to see what the idol looked like.

This picture of the god still gives Wang Yan a strange feeling.

An inexplicable sense of weirdness and horror.

Wang Shen reached out and lifted the piece of paper, just as he was about to look at the last piece of paper below.

"Sendo ......"

Suddenly, without warning, a low, hoarse voice came from behind Wang Yan.

Wang Yan grabbed the corner of the paper with his palm.

The next moment, he turned around without hesitation, and when he patted his waist, the black beads on his waist flashed, and a pitch-black iron sword appeared in his hand, slashing towards somewhere behind him!