In the dark room, there is only the smell of dust, and there are few people in this place, and I don't think even rats want to live there.

Mallow sneered, pulled off the mask, stuffed it into his sleeve at will, and patted the "slag" rubbed on his body.

After taking two steps, his fingers brushed the dust on the desk, staring at the small window, unable to take his eyes off.

At some point, several planks of wood had been nailed to the small window, and only a few wisps of it were slit, and through the dim and subtle light, the shadows cast on the countertop were stained with dancing dust.

It's almost dawn.

Mallow was a little distracted, and all kinds of pictures kept coming to mind, or the picture of holding hands with him when he was in Hongsu Mountain, and couldn't help muttering: "This place... Isn't it the Fengxiao Courtyard before Xiao Zhiche..."

Her throat choked, she really didn't like this feeling of revisiting the old place, especially if she could still taste this feeling of life and death.

However, now she can't afford to think so much, after all, in this palace, she is unfamiliar with life, and she is locked in such a courtyard, and Qiu Zhong, who wants to pursue her, doesn't know where she is, as for what Huai Yuan said.

"Destroy the Golden Furnace of the Nine Tripod Toad..."

How do you find the hiding place of this golden furnace?

Mallow adjusted her mood, and for a moment, the hand on the desk trembled.

"Bang-" There was a crisp sound.

She followed the voice and looked sideways.

It turned out that when she was about to pat the ashes on her hands, her elbow accidentally struck an inconspicuous place on the desk, and it happened that a half-rotten wooden box was placed on it.

It's just that now it's fallen off the table.

The wooden box, shattered on the ground and became several pieces of rotten wood, and a piece of drawing paper that had been folded into squares, was lying quietly on the ground.

"What is this, a wooden box, so familiar..."

Mallow squatted down, twisted a piece and looked at it, the sparse small hole in the wood seemed to have been eaten by some insects and ants, and the patterns on it were not clear, and there was nothing strange about it.

But there was something strange about the paper.

Malallow picked up the paper and slowly stretched it out, the deep creases, the yellowing and mottled appearance, and the rough touch of the hand, you could feel that this was something that had been placed for a long time.

Unable to see the contents of the drawing paper in the dimness, Mallow got up, pointed it at the faint light that passed through, and squinted his eyes to look at it carefully, wanting to find out.

On the drawing paper, you can vaguely see a rough outline, as if you have drawn many people, trees, mountains, and a dwelling like this kind of Fengxiaoyuan.

Xu is a long time ago, time wants to take away everything on this painting, but it has not been left clean, the black ink is smudged open, and the specific appearance of the painting paper scene cannot be seen.

Mallow stretched out her hand and stroked the painting from left to right, the paper was very large, and the content in it must be complicated, so you can see how attentive the painter is.

In the dark, Mallow felt that there must be something strange about this painting, and it should be useful.

After all, it was made by Xiao Zhiche, the owner of this Fengxiao Courtyard, and she mallow can be regarded as having a lot of fate with this pair of outlaw mandarin ducks.

"The wooden box... The broken wooden box is not the box that took out the crescent moon pendant at that time, but the box and the pendant no longer exist, if... But if this painting can be restored.... What are we going to do?"

Mallow's hand paused, and he smiled, very satisfied with his own idea.

Moreover, it shouldn't be difficult to restore a painting of a small human world, right?

The hand that was still stroking the painting instantly gathered a golden light in the palm of his hand and covered the painting.

Little by little, the light spreads out, like a star falling, gradually becoming clearer.

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