The secret altar is a secret room made of bluestone masonry, which is the forbidden place of the Biyue Sect. And Ye Xixi is the only person who can enter and exit the secret altar except for Ye Lianyi.

There was only a golden platform in the empty altar.

On the side of the high platform facing the gate there is an ascending staircase, made of pure gold, which is dazzling in the light of the altar.

Ye Xixi raised his hand and fanned it in front of his nose.

She couldn't get used to the enduring smell of the secret altar, and the smell always gave her the illusion of being in a mass grave. After dissipating some of the smell, she tightened her grip on the black iron nail under the hem of her sleeve with her other hand, and walked towards the high platform with a hint of nervousness.

Even if her steps slowed down and lightened, the unique structure in the altar would amplify her footsteps.

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Da-da-da

Ye Xixi carried the hem of her skirt and walked up the stairs step by step.

There is also a small platform half a person high on the high platform, and on one side of the small platform is a disc that is exactly the same as that on the bronze gate of Lujin Pass, but there are no nine protrusions like that, but a whole piece of gray black.

On the other side is a lotus holder with ten petals, on which is held a golden dragon-shaped double-headed lamp, and the blue-white fire on the dragon's head and tail swayed with Ye Xixi's breathing.

The oil in the lamp was poured in by Li Chengyi when he was alive, and it has not increased or decreased for decades.

Underneath the lotus holder is a palm-sized square gray groove.

Ye Xixi pressed sideways into the groove, until the disc on the right side was pressed on, and then Li Zhao's name was written on the disc.

But whoever has gone through the method of the nine-star knot lamp, the final name will remain in this lamp.

Unlike people, birds, beasts, insects, and the like are rescued by the method of the nine-star knot lamp, what they pay is their own consciousness, so whether they have a life or not, they will not leave their names in the nine-star lanterns.

"It's a disgusting and horrible thing. Ye Xixi muttered, her eyes turned to the nine-star lamp next to her, her eyes flickering.

She always remembered what it looked like when the man covered in snow and wind stepped into the Biyue Sect with this thing.

At that time, Ye was only five years old.

"Blessed is the Sect Master. "The man was dressed in black and wore a hood, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

A little snowflake fell on his shoulder, and after entering the main hall of the sect, the snowflake gradually melted, and a stain of water darker than the black clothes spread on his shoulder.

Ye Lianyi sat high on the throne of the sect leader, supported his head with one hand, waved his hand at him indifferently, and asked, "Why did you take time out of your busy schedule to come to the cold house?"

Ye Xixi, who was eating the fruit on the side, looked at him curiously, his gaze moved back, and fell on the servants who followed him.

The man was followed by six servants, four of whom carried a wooden box of golden silk nanmu that was two people high, and the latter two carried a corpse. At first glance, Ye Xixi thought that there was some disobedient person in his sect who hurt someone, and this person came to his father to ask for an explanation.

"He is not talented, there is such a small business, I want to talk to the sect leader. The man straightened up and said.

Ye Lianyi just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and asked, "He Zhangshi now has half of the wealth of the Li family, why do you still need to talk about business with a southwest sect like us?"

Later, Ye Xixi learned that this man's surname was He, and he was the former head of the Iron Dragon Riding Inspector, and now the boss of Fengshun Commercial Bank, the largest trading house in the Duan Dynasty, He Yuran.

He Yuran's attitude towards Ye Lianyi seemed to be commonplace, he was not annoyed, he just smiled, and his hat flickered.

"The sect leader has been studying life and death for twenty years, and now he has made progress?" He Yuran did not continue to talk about what he said just now, but picked a matter of Ye Lianyi and said it.

"What does He Zhangshi mean by this?" Ye Lianyi sat up straight, looked at He Yuran with some displeasure and asked.

He Yuran didn't answer immediately, but slapped his palms on his side.

The servants behind him immediately carried the tall golden silk nanmu box to the center of the main hall, two of them crouched down to hold the bottom, and the other two went to open the box.

Bang.

The lid of the box hits the floor, revealing the contents inside.

It is a golden double-headed dragon-shaped lamp.

The firelight in the two lamps is blue-white, like a ghost fire, which makes people's hearts palpitate.

Then, the first two servants carried the body to the side of the box.

As soon as they lifted the white cloth covering the corpse, a pungent smell of corpses spread.

Ye Xixi, who was watching the play on the side, retched, threw away the fruit in his hand, and ran to Ye Lianyi with a rolling belt, and forcibly nested into his arms like a coquette.

"This person has been dead for more than a month, according to the sect leader's study, can he still be saved?" He Yuran raised his hand and asked.

Ye Lianyi got up with Ye Xixi in his arms, walked down the throne steps step by step, his eyes fell on the lamp for a while, and then looked at the corpse.

"What does he mean by this, can you save?"

"Yes and no. He Yuran took a few steps forward, raised his hand to support the golden silk nanmu box, and continued: "This lamp is a relic of my master's life, named the Nine Star Lamp. ”

Li Chengyi's relics?!

Hearing this, Ye Lianyi couldn't help but turn pale.

"There are two ways to use the nine-star lantern, one of which is that it can bring the dead back to life. He Yuran said as he raised his hand through the blue-white flames.

The fire did him little harm.

On the contrary, a small flame appeared on He Yuran's fingers.

Ye Xixi hurriedly raised her hand to cover her eyes, but her fingers opened the boss again, she was scared, and on the other hand, she watched curiously as He Yuran walked towards the corpse step by step, leaned over and put the flame on the corpse from his fingertips.

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The flames permeated the corpse's body in an instant, and the original strong smell of corpses was covered in an instant, replaced by a wonderful fragrance.

Then, in full view.

The corpse, which was already stinking with corpses, sat up!!

The corpse blinked, and the flames on its body disappeared for the first time like a tidal wave.

Ye Lianyi, who witnessed all this, was only shocked in his heart, he had been immersed in the secret art of Southern Xinjiang for many years, but he had never seen such a thing that turned decay into magic. Between breaths, flesh and bones are alive and dead, is this the means of the legendary Li Chengyi, Mr. Li?

It's really heartbreaking.

However, even if he was shocked in his heart, his face was still indifferent.

It was Ye Xi in his arms who let out a sigh, and his eyes showed curiosity and amazement. She jumped out of Ye Lianyi's arms, cautiously moved to the person on the ground, and reached out to poke his face.

Warm.

It's a real living person!

Ye Xixi exclaimed in surprise, raised his hand to cover his lips, and ran back behind Ye Lianyi to hug his legs, only revealing half of his head and looking up at He Yuran.

"A person who has been resurrected from the dead by the method of the Nine Stars Knotting the Lantern must be a person who has died horizontally, and he will pay a corresponding price for the remaining life span. He Yuran said, "What does the sect leader think, how about this gift?"

Gift?!

Ye Lianyi's hand hanging by his side tightened unconsciously, and there was only disbelief in his eyes when he looked at He Yuran.