"Ling Jiang, are you crazy?" said Xi Yao, pressing the coffin board.

She thought to herself, "This is not a joke, do you know how dangerous it is to release the bloody corpse?"

"Miss Xi Yao, I'm serious. Ling Jiang said stiffly, but his heart was pounding.

"Seriously, you ghost ......" Before she finished speaking, a strong force suddenly burst out of the blood coffin, shaking her whole person out, and the iron chain that trapped the blood coffin also collapsed at the same time, shattering into pieces of iron and scattering all over the ground.

Xi Yao got up from the ground and subconsciously pinched the trick, only to see the young man in white rushing forward desperately, pushing open the coffin lid with both hands.

Xi Yao couldn't wait to rush up and cut him down, did he really open the coffin?

But it is meaningless to cut it or not, after all, as soon as the bloody corpse is freed, the first person to die is the young man in white. And he may be able to live a little longer with his secret method.

As the bloody coffin was pushed open, a bloody corpse slammed into its seat.

The pungent smell of blood wafting in his face made Ling Jiang hold his breath and sit on the ground with his legs weak.

"This is miserable...... he thought to himself, his eyes staring at the small line carved on the coffin board.

This is a line of words, but it is better than a scratch carved by someone.

In fact, Xi Yao had already discovered this scratch, but it was so crooked that he couldn't tell what it meant, so he didn't pay attention to it.

But Ling Jiang could understand it.

If he hadn't accidentally skimmed that line, he would never have said such crazy words as opening the coffin.

"The descendants of the Ling clan, if they see this blood coffin, they will open it. ”

This was the meaning of that line of words, and Ling Jiang didn't know why he could understand it at a glance, but he had an intuition in his heart that this line of words was not lying to him.

The moment the blood corpse sat up, Xi Yao had already raised her sword to kill Ling Jiang's side, only to see that she was covered with spiritual light, and there was also a golden cyclone on the small sword that was swimming smoothly, like a fairy.

Airplanes......

Then, before the bloody corpse crawled out of the coffin, a song falling from the sky instantly exploded in the ears of the two.

This song is not like a human singing, but a heavenly sound, shuttling through the long river of time, mighty and resounding in the sky.

The singing voice was very familiar, and Ling Jiang always felt that he had heard it somewhere......

"In that painting!" the young man's heart trembled, watching the dense golden runes falling from the sky, swirling around the bloody corpse, Ling Jiang realized that this was not a song, but a language.

It's just that the power of this language is too mysterious, and if it doesn't reach a certain level, it will only sound like a song.

"Could this be the Divine Sound?" Ling Jiang exclaimed in his heart, the so-called Divine Sound was a story that the older generation often told them when they were children.

It is said that in the depths of the distant sea, there is a god who can return to the shore whenever a ship gets lost in the sea.

Of course, this was just a rumor, and Ling Jiang didn't know why he suddenly remembered these things. But now that this is at the bottom of the sea, it is natural that you can hear the divine voice.

The runes were like huge ropes wrapped around the bloody corpse, making him unable to move.

"Miss Xi Yao, did you hear that......" Ling Jiang was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned to the girl to tell the story of the divine sound.

But when he turned around, he panicked.

The high-spirited girl who was originally around her was now sitting quietly on the ground, closing her eyes, and looking natural, as if she was enjoying listening to the song.

"Don't disturb her, this is the opportunity she deserves. ”

At the same time, a strong man's voice rang out.

When Ling Jiang heard the voice, a man in a bachelor's uniform walked towards them.

"Mr. Sue. He got up in a hurry, intending to do something.

"Not necessarily. Su Qiuhe shook his head with a smile, he walked in front of Ling Jiang without hurry, with a little seriousness in his kind eyes, "Ling Jiang, do you know Uncle Jiu's good intentions now?"

"Uncle Nine, he ......" As soon as he thought of the spiritual position left by Uncle Nine, Ling Jiang was speechless for a moment.

"This is the ancestral hall of your Ling clan, and you shouldn't have let you know about these things so quickly. Su Qiuhe's eyes looked at the endless darkness, and he didn't know what he saw, "But some causes and effects are inevitable, and the more you suppress them, the more you will backfire." ”

Ling Jiang listened to Su Qiuhe's statement and couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Su, do you know anything about my parents?"

Su Qiuhe didn't answer, looked at him and said, "Doubts are not answered by others, but by looking for the truth yourself, and seeing flowers in the fog will only become more and more confused." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand lightly, and Ling Jiang suddenly closed his eyes, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Su Qiuhe looked at the darkness, as if he wanted to say something, but finally stopped talking.

"I, Su Qiuhe, am only a mortal after all, and I really shouldn't interfere in this matter......" He sighed, and disappeared into the darkness with the young man in white and the girl in green clothes.

In a daze, Ling Jiang seemed to have a dream again.

In the dream, it was still the girl in white, or the dark bank of the Lechuan River, on the isolated wooden house in the wilderness, the girl stood barefoot, the wind blowing the hem of her skirt, and her waist-length hair dancing.

"Get out of here...... It's coming...... Get out of here......"

With the weak voice of the girl in white echoing in his mind, Ling Jiang opened his eyes violently and woke up from the bed.

"It's ......"

He came back to his senses and looked at the strange room, and then gradually confirmed that what he saw and heard was a dream.

And on the tabletop at the head of the bed, there is a broken bowl and a small black bamboo tube.

He suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly picked up the broken bowl and looked inside. The broken bowl was empty, and there was nothing.

"Long Neidan, sure enough, it's still gone...... Ling Jiang was a little disappointed, this broken bowl should have been brought back by Mr. Su for him.

"Hey, this is ......" He suddenly found that there was a note pressed under the broken bowl, and a line of words was written vigorously and vigorously on it: Long Neidan has been handed over to Dabai to take.

There was no signature on the note, but Ling Jiang could also see that this was Su Qiuhe's handwriting.

After reading this line, he couldn't help but be so moved that he wanted to cry, the kindness he owed Dabai was finally paid off.

It's just that I didn't expect that Mr. Su, who was unknown in the school, was actually a worldly master hiding in the market. It's no wonder that in Jiafu that day, everyone just heard Su Xiuhe's voice, but it was difficult to distinguish its location.

"After all, Mr. Su also returned from a study tour in Chang'an, how can he be just an ordinary person? Ling Jiang smiled bitterly.

He slowly put down the broken bowl and looked at the black bamboo tube beside him. This bamboo tube should be the thing he carried in his arms after waking up from the ancestral hall, and I don't know what it contains.

Ling Jiang opened the bamboo tube and saw that it was a picture scroll.

The scroll is only half a foot high, just enough to fit into this small bamboo tube.

He carefully unfolded the scroll and couldn't help but exclaim.

Isn't this painting the scene he saw in his dream?

From right to left, starting from the bank of the Lechuan River and ending at a wooden house in the wilderness, the girl in white in the painting is moving, as if it were real.

"What the hell is going on?" Ling Jiang thought for a long time, but still didn't have a clue.

The girl in white asked him to take her away just to take the painting with him?

"Is the pattern in the painting the underworld?" Ling Jiang lost his mind for a while, and then slowly retracted the scroll into the bamboo tube.

Crunch......

The boy pushed open the door, and the harsh sunlight shone on his face, giving him an indescribable sense of pleasure.

"This is what it's like to be alive......" Ling Jiang couldn't help but sigh.

Outside the house, there is a large courtyard, and a man in a gray shirt is sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom.

"Here it is...... Is the Su family's yard?" Ling Jiang muttered in a low voice.

The courtyard was very deserted, and he inquired about the situation with the family for a while, only to know that Su Qiuhe went to school, and as for Su Xiaoxiao, the family didn't know where he went.

When he asked if there was another girl in Tsing Yi, Jia Ding only said that she left early in the morning.

Ling Jiang first went back to his thatched hut and put away the broken bowl and black bamboo tube. He didn't return all night, but fortunately, Su Qiuhe left a note in Ling Jiang's handwriting, saying that he went to the school to ask for teaching, which didn't make Ya'er worry and fear all night.

Right now, Xiao Piaozi, Lao Guo, the black seal in the palm and other packages of things have all been solved, and it stands to reason that they should be relieved.

But Ling Jiang was still uneasy, and he always felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.