Maybe it was because Ye Qingyu opened his mouth to speak, bringing a gust of wind, and the mandarin duck Jinpa, which covered the face of the white-haired mysterious person, moved slightly and lifted a corner.

Because of this, Ye Qingyu vaguely saw the facial appearance of this mysterious white-haired man.

At this moment, his heart was shocked.

"Mother?"

Ye Qingyu couldn't help but exclaim.

It was as if he had been devoured by thunder, and his whole body was almost shocked to faint.

What did he see?

The face under the mandarin duck brocade was almost exactly the same as his mother, who had been dead for many years, and at the moment when the brocade was slightly lifted, Ye Qingyu really thought that he saw his mother, not only her appearance, but even the mole at the corner of her mouth, and that kind of expression and temperament, almost exactly the same as when her mother was asleep.

How is this possible?

Ye Qingyu seemed to have seen a ghost.

My mother was buried with my own eyes, and later my mother's sarcophagus was buried in the water according to her will, how could it appear here?

Almost at such a moment of stunnedness, a faint glimmer of light flashed.

The white-haired figure of the suspected mother lying on the white jade bed suddenly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant, and the originally smooth muscles and skin suddenly collapsed like a dry sand sculpture, and the color became dull, and finally turned into patches of blue and gray......

The whole process is extremely weird.

The white-haired mysterious man seemed to suddenly melt into the air, leaving behind a faint pile of blue ash.

By the time Ye Qingyu reacted, everything had already settled.

He rushed over in shock, grabbed the mandarin duck Jinpa who had fallen to the bed, and could no longer stop it from happening, watching this mysterious man who looked very much like his mother turn into ashes, and could no longer be sure of anything.

What the hell is going on?

Why did this white-haired man suddenly turn to ashes when he was lying on the white jade bed?

What is certain is that this white-haired mysterious man has passed away a long time ago, perhaps for some reason, the body is well preserved, and because of the arrival of Ye Qingyu, there has been some kind of change in this stone room, so it finally turned into a puddle of blue ash.

It's just, why is she so similar to her mother?

One thought after another, in Ye Qingyu's mind, exploded like a firecracker, and it was impossible to contain it at all, Ye Qingyu felt that what he saw and heard today was extremely weird, and with normal logic, he couldn't understand it at all.

"Maybe this white-haired mysterious person is just a little similar to his mother, or from a certain point of view, he is very similar to his mother, and there is nothing to do between the two......" Ye Qingyu could only convince himself like this.

It's not like there aren't two people in the world who look alike.

But the mole ...... The location is all exactly the same!

Ye Qingyu still couldn't convince himself completely after all.

He looked down at the Mandarin Duck Jinpa in his hand.

Well?

He suddenly found that the front of Jinpa was an egret and a mandarin duck, but on the back was a poem embroidered with extremely delicate handwriting.

"The autumn breeze is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves are gathered and scattered, the jackdaws are frightened, and they know when they see each other, and they are embarrassed at this night...... Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick, long-term lovesickness, long-term lovesickness, short-term lovesickness is infinite, I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning. ”

Ye Qingyu read it word by word, and felt the strong sadness, similarity and grievance between the lines.

I knew that it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning!

What kind of mood is this, once you see a person who is mistaken for life, the love road is bumpy, and it is hopeless to go to the end, it is better not to know it from the beginning...... This is a big regret in life, the appearance of the white-haired mysterious person, Ye Qingyu only glanced at the moment when Jinpa floated, it was the appearance of an extremely young woman, without the slightest old age and wrinkles, but her long hair was as white as Xuanxue, maybe she was trapped by love before her death?

This one is, which makes Ye Qingyu think a lot.

His whole being has been trapped in a very strange negative mood for a long time.

That poem seemed to have a kind of magic, which made Ye Qingyu's heart feel infinite melancholy.

It wasn't until a full cup of tea that he slowly came to his senses.

Looking down and looking closely at the white jade bed, I found that this bed was also made of strange stalactites piled up, the bed surface was smooth as a mirror, which could reflect the light, and it was covered with a layer of faint cyan ashes, which made it even more mysterious, but other than that, there was no rune pattern or formation or anything like that.

However, at the top of the stone bed, which should be the place where the white-haired mysterious man had taken his head pillow before, Ye Qingyu found an extremely rough four-leaf clover stone carving, with a simple pattern and smooth lines, like a small grass growing in the saline-alkali ground, lifelike.

Other than that, there is nothing unusual about the stone bed.

Ye Qingyu kept this stone four-leaf clover pattern in his heart, silently remembered it, and then began to observe the rest of the stone chamber.

Soon new discoveries were made.

Behind the ancient painting of the faceless flying fairy hanging in the stone room, there is a small stone door hidden.

Behind the stone gate, there is a cave in the sky.

Ye Qingyu walked through the small stone door and entered.

"It's ...... It looks like a storage room, just a little cluttered. ”

Behind the small stone door there is a small stone room of less than ten square meters, the light is slightly dim, there are many miscellaneous items in the mess, horizontal and vertical, there are ceramic jars, half-rotten wooden buckets, there are a few things similar to bamboo poles, and a plate of rope that flashes with a faint silver light, a few half-locked wooden boxes, and on the deepest wall, a silver rope hangs a few pieces of fishing utensils.

Ye Qingyu glanced at it roughly, a little disappointed.

It wasn't a martial arts cheat or some genius earth treasure or something like that, which made him immediately lose interest.

"This should be the place where the white-haired mysterious man stored his miscellaneous belongings before his death, but unfortunately in this person's ashes, there is no storage space equipment or anything like that, and there is no handwriting symbol, so there is no way to know who this person is......"

Ye Qingyu muttered to himself.

He casually lifted the broken straw lid from a crude clay pot.

Wow!

A silver light burst out from the mouth of the clay pot in an instant.

Ye Qingyu was instinctively startled, but he didn't feel dangerous, and when he looked closely, a pure and majestic vitality fluctuation poured out from the clay pot, and when he came to the mouth of the clay pot, Ye Qingyu's heart couldn't help but jump wildly.

"It's a whole jar of god-level liquid? No, this ......?"

For a moment, Ye Qingyu didn't believe what he saw.

The whole jar of god-level yuan liquid, I'm afraid that the entire Heavenly Desolate Realm Snow Country doesn't have such an accumulation, you must know that a hundred catties of god-level source crystals can purify ten catties of god-level yuan liquid, judging from the size of the jar in front of you, the god-level yuan liquid contained in it is at least a hundred catties.

This is equivalent to a god-level source crystal of about 10,000 catties.

Ye Qingyu instantly felt a feeling of dizziness.

It's as if a little white rabbit has inadvertently broken into a cellar full of carrots, and has the illusion of being stunned by a rain of radishes falling from the sky.

Breathing became rapid.

Ye Qingyu's gaze fell on the other three similarly shaped ceramic jars next to him.

Holding his breath, he slowly lifted the broken grass lids on the three porcelain jars.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Pure and flawless silver light sprinkled and overflowed.

The originally dimly lit small stone room was suddenly filled with a dreamlike silver glow, which made people fascinated, as if they were in the most perfect dream in the world.

The other three ceramic jars also contained god-level yuan liquid.

Different from the god-level source crystal, the god-level yuan liquid is extracted from the source crystal, which is the most essence and purest power between heaven and earth, and the heaven and earth yuan qi contained in one drop is enough to make an ordinary person instantly become a powerhouse who flies to the sky and the earth, and according to all the ancient books and classics that Ye Qingyu has read, it is inferred that one pound of god-level yuan liquid is enough to be worth the penance of a martial arts powerhouse who has ascended to the heavens.

In some ancient books that Ye Qingyu had read, it was recorded that the god-level Yuan Liquid was too scarce, and it was used exclusively for the cultivation of the peak existence of the Lord of the Realm, the Martial Dao Hero, the Extreme Dao Strong, the Shengshi Dynasty, and so on, and it was one of the exclusive products of the strongest people in the major periods in the long history.

As the largest force in the Heavenly Desolate Realm, the Snow Country rules the most prosperous and wealthy areas, but I have never heard of the Snow Country's royal family enjoying god-level Yuan Liquid.

As one of the largest sect forces in the Qingjiang realm, Taiyi Sect may not have such a treasure.

Ye Qingyu thought that this kind of thing only existed in legends, how could he have thought that today, all of a sudden, unintentionally, would find so many god-level yuan liquids in such a stone room like a utility room, in such a crude ceramic jar.

He couldn't believe it a little, and he looked at it carefully again and again, and even dipped his finger in a little, and finally determined that it was indeed a god-level yuan liquid.

"This ...... Using such a ceramic jar to fill a god-level yuan liquid is simply a tyrannical thing...... Huh? No, it is recorded in ancient books that the god-level yuan liquid is by no means a mortal product, could it be that this ceramic jar is actually a treasure?

Ye Qingyu suddenly realized something.

His heart was beating violently.

Shaking his head fiercely, Ye Qingyu tried to sober himself up.

His gaze looked beyond the four ceramic jars filled with god-level essence liquid to some other things inside this small stone room.

Ye Qingyu had already realized that the things in this small stone room were definitely not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

The seemingly crude ceramic jar contained god-level source crystals, so what kind of treasures could be in those half-locked boxes? And the silver rope, the salted fish-like thing hanging from the rope in the distance...... Oh my God, what is the origin of all these things?

Ye Qingyu felt that this time, maybe he was really going to take shit luck.

What kind of utility room is this, it's clearly a treasure room.