"...... this?"

Huang Chang was dumbfounded for a while, but Chang Qingzi looked at him with a serious expression, and when he saw him nodding in acknowledgement, he sighed lightly:

"Looks like it's not over yet...... Go in, I'll be with you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Accompanied by Master Changqingzi, Huang Chang finally crossed the portal that he had never dared to cross in the illusion and entered this stone room. The stone chamber is not large, and there are not many things inside, but everything is exquisite. And -- it's definitely not the arrangement of the burial chamber, it's exactly the same as the dwelling of a living person.

"These must have been arranged by herself, she was alive to enter this room......"

Huang Chang muttered to himself, although Li Ji didn't tell him this at all, and Changqingzi didn't talk about it just now, but Huang Chang just had such a feeling. His gaze involuntarily fell to the carved bed in the center, and there was a faint figure lying in the curtain tent, which should be the real body of Li Ji. Huang Chang didn't know if he should go forward and open the curtain to take a look. What will you see? a corpse that has completely decayed and tattered, or a delicate face that is still intact and just like sleeping—this is not impossible under the protection of the witchcraft.

But in the end, he still suppressed his curiosity, and let himself keep the beautiful image of Li Ji forever in the fantasy world.

Compared with what Huang Chang had seen in the illusion before, the furnishings here were much older, and time had left an indelible mark after all. However, it doesn't look like a thousand years have passed, it's just like the kind of old house that has not been occupied for many years, the dust and fading are very serious, and the thing itself is not badly maintained.

But there were also a few things in the room that were as bright as new, as if they had just been taken out to scrub and use. One of them is the image of a beautiful woman hanging on the wall, the one from which Li Ji jumped out of the fantasy. Then there was a candlestick on the table, which still had the marks of freshly burned, and a few drops of bright red wax oil.

As for the last, on the table in front of the portrait of Li Ji, there is a white jade teacup, which contains a full cup of fresh stone milk, the color is particularly bright, and the taste is still fragrant.

............

Huang Chang stared blankly at the cup of stone milk, his eyes were quite sour, but there was a faint hint of joy - Sister Li did not blame him for the last faux pas, but gave him another chance.

And Changqingzi was also slightly stunned when he saw the cup of stone milk, and then sighed meaningfully:

"She's still going to give you this opportunity...... Ah Chang, bow down to Niangniang, and thank her for the trust she has given you - you must know that Concubine Li's move is very dangerous. She revealed her true body in the tomb, and if someone destroyed the painting of the soul, she would never be seen again. ”

Huang Chang stepped forward, respectfully bowed to the portrait of Concubine Li several times, and then picked up the cup of stone milk, and couldn't help but turn around to look at the master, seeing him smile and nod at him, so he followed Changqingzi's instructions: first dipped some stone milk on his eyes, and then raised the jade cup and drank it all.

A cold sensation went straight down from the throat to the abdomen, and then dispersed into the limbs, but only a slight coolness remained, making people feel very comfortable. And the stone milk on the eyes was also cold at first, but it soon turned into a cool breath that calmed the mind. When Huang Chang opened his eyes again, his eyes seemed to become much brighter. Many obscure places around us, especially those corners, where the night pearl could not be illuminated by fluorescence, suddenly became clear, as if you could see things without any light.

“...... Is this dark vision?"

Huang Chang couldn't help but think of a game term, but the first thing he had to do next was to bow to the portrait of Li Ji a few more times, and there were words in his mouth:

"Sister Li, thank you. I will also remember your wishes, and I will definitely come to visit you again next time I have the chance. ”

After the prayer, when he looked up again, Huang Chang found that the corners of the mouth of Li Ji, who had a cold complexion on the portrait, seemed to be a little upturned, showing him a smile. Huang Chang felt something in his heart, and suddenly turned back to Chang Qingzi and asked:

"Master, can we take this painting out?

Changqingzi shook his head:

"Many people have thought so, but it's not that simple - this mausoleum is built on a huge witch circle, and all the demons and ghosts are transformed, protected, and controlled by this witch circle. Every time we destroy a ghost, we destroy this witchcraft a little bit. Today, this witch array has been very damaged. But we can't take any of these ghosts away, because they are part of the witchcraft itself. Unless you can crack the entire witch circle, even if you take the painting, it will come back here as soon as you get out of the tomb. And if it is forcibly preserved by immortal means, the painting may be destroyed - and the ghost stored in it will also dissipate. ”

Huang Chang was suddenly gloomy, and after a while, he asked again:

"So, Master, Niangniang wants me to take the time to come back next time, how much time does this next time mean?"

Changqingzi was studying the remnants of the candlestick on the table at this time, and when he heard Huang Chang ask, he lit a few of the candle tears with his fingers, and sighed leisurely:

"Concubine Li, as a ghost, refuses to plunder the essence and blood of the living for her own use, so she can only rely on her penance to accumulate strength and open the illusion passage from the ghost world to the human world. This is not a short period of time, judging from the remnants of this red candle, it will take at least a little bit to return to the usable stage...... In Pangeng Mausoleum, this 'Concubine Li's red candle' has always been the most ethereal and difficult to see, presumably because of this. ”

"Sixty years ......?"

Huang Chang was stunned at first, and then suddenly felt sad for Li Ji - after sixty years of hard cultivation, it was easy to come to the world once, and he wanted to know some things in the world, but the guy he met only wanted to drag her to bed, no wonder Li Ji would show that kind of expression on his face later, and look at himself differently.

So he bowed to the portrait a third time and whispered:

"Sixty years...... I don't know if I'll be able to make it that long. However, if I had been alive at that time, Sister Li, I would have come. And I will find a way to level this grave, break the witch array, and let you be free, truly free!"