It turns out that in the copy, any coincidence is possible.

"The man who wrote the bloody letter...... It seems to be called 'meta'......"

Lord Zhaorong worked hard to dig out that part of the memory, but those memories were too terrifying, she didn't dare to go deep into the memory, but vaguely remembered that there was a "yuan" word in the place where the payment was made. The word was like a key that opened another part of her lost memory and gave her nerves.

"That's right!" Lord Zhaorong raised her voice suddenly, she pointed at Feng Suyu and said, "These Jian people took things from behind the door!"

Feng Suyu denied it almost immediately.

Despite this, anyone who is not blind knows that Feng Suyu is lying.

The job of searching the body was handed over to Feng Suyan and a few juniors.

Pei Ye is a civilized person, and he can't do anything to force a little girl.

"Everything is here?"

After a while, Feng Suyu and several other monks were looted out.

"Tsk, a few big fat sheep - no wonder they have the confidence to kill Qi Shuishi and a few nephews by relying on the strength of the crowd. ”

The grade of the materials in the hands of these monks is not low, and the average level is even higher than the harvest of Feng Suyan and a few people who have scavenged treasure chests in "Hell".

It's a pity that I owe a little luck.

No matter how fat they are, they finally send couriers to others, and they also pay for free shipping out of their own pockets.

Feng Suyan said: "It should all be here." ”

The spoils of ten fat sheep were piled together, and it was a dazzling monk whose concentration was a little less focused to drool.

At this time, someone picked up something from it.

It was an ordinary magic sword, with a predominantly ice-blue scabbard and three coiling dragons depicted on the hilt.

Pei Ye asked, "What's so special about this sword?"

Yu Jinzhen's voice was low and sad: "The former sword of the senior brother in charge...... After that, the ...... was lost."

The grade of this sword is not high in this pile of materials, but it has a special meaning. This is the old head of the real person to the head of the real person, in order to create a suitable sword, the old head also licked an old face, every three or five to disturb the current refining master, up to the nine days of the moon, down to the five oceans to catch turtles, in order to make up enough materials took a lot of effort, and finally forged the most suitable magic weapon for the head of the real person, by its refining.

It's just that this magic sword was folded in that secret realm trip not many years after its service, and the real person in charge of the house is also vague about its whereabouts.

When he returned to Lingxiao Sect, the sword beside him had been replaced.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the new equipment in the hands of the real person in charge is stronger and more suitable for him than the original, and even the old master said that it is good that the person is back - the old one does not go, the new one does not come, and in the future, he will make a pair of top-notch materials and find a new one tailored by the great master of refining.

Remembering it now......

Yu Jin Zhenren subconsciously clenched this magic sword, which had long lost the aura of its owner.

How many details did he overlook?

What did the senior brother in charge of the family experience in the secret realm and in the "hell" that others can't imagine?

Just listening to the description of the county lord of Zhaorong, and then replacing it with the senior brother in charge, Yu Jinzhen felt that he owed his senior brother more.

If the senior brother hadn't given him the key to the door, he would have been the one who fell in the secret realm and struggled in "hell".

Pei Ye said: "Senior brother's ...... Are you sure?"

Yu Jinzhen pursed his lips and put his thumb on the hilt of the sword, making the sword body unsheath a few points.

Then show one side of the sword body to Pei Ye.

One side of the sword body is "Yuan", and the other side of the sword body is "Night".

On both sides of the two words, there is the iconic auspicious cloud pattern of the Lingxiao Sect.

A few disciples didn't know the inside story, but they could hear that something was not quite right with the emotions of the two real people, especially Yu Jin Zhenren.

And Qi Shui, as the apprentice of the real person in charge, noticed more information.

A question also came to mind.

[How could the sword of the head master appear in the secret realm of Lishan?]

"Senior Sister Salted Fish, what should you do with these people? Kill them or let them go?"

Knowing the information he wanted to know, Yu Jin Zhenren put away the sword of the real person in charge with an indifferent expression.

He is now murderous about the so-called "hell", and his patience is running out.

Pei Ye said: "You just decide." ”

When Feng Suyu heard this, her nerves only tensed, and Chu Chu's pitiful gaze turned to Yu Jinzhen again.

"Really, really - please save my face in the General's Mansion, and please spare my life. ”

She doesn't want to die!

The stele was discovered by her, but the door behind the stele was instructed by the willful and rude Jian people of the county lord of Zhaorong.

She pushed the county lord of Zhaorong because this Jian person deserved to die.

I didn't expect her to survive......

“...... If you're willing to spare me, I can tell you where the stele is, and what happened......"

Yu Jinzhen lowered his eyes and said, "Are you threatening me?"

Feng Suyu shook his head like a rattle.

Yu Jinzhen is humane: "Kill it, save trouble." ”

After a split second of white light, ten people spat out from the pool of blood that "hell" rolled like magma. Feng Suyu trembled and grabbed the placket of his clothes, looking at the crimson sun and moon hanging in the sky in horror, and there was a dead silence around him, and a group of people dressed in strange bloody clothes pounced on the new "sinners" like locusts. After a louder scream, Feng Suyu and the others were spit out of the tumbling pool of blood one after another.

After a while, the effort was repeated a dozen times.

Feng Suyu was terrified, until a crimson sword light flashed, scattering the "sinners" who rushed towards them.

The expected pain did not come.

Feng Suyu knelt on the ground, raised her head with a pale face, and a tall figure appeared in her sight.

The man was not dressed in blood, but he was wearing a scarlet cloak with a wide hood that shrouded his entire face in shadow.

The only recognizable thing was his hand in his sleeve and his sword, with a long whip hanging from his waist.

The visitor looked at the lively pool of blood and let out a sigh.

"The seal has been broken—"

Is the one who moves the seal owes his hand?

Is that stele for the blind to see?

This time the movement was far greater than the previous ones, and no one was sure that they would be able to suppress it.

Feng Suyu was about to crawl over to ask for help, when another young man in a green shirt appeared next to the person.

The latecomer unfolded a fan in his hand and fanned it leisurely.

It seems that there is not a pool of blood in front of you, but a quiet and quiet bamboo forest.

"It's better to block than to sparse, it's useless to seal it. ”

"It's better to talk than nothing, it's better than you to look on the sidelines. ”

The young man smiled and said, "I can't intervene, and if I do, I will push the whole world into a desperate situation, which is contrary to my original intention." In fact, even if I intervene, I can't change anything. The people who really have the power to change are in the outside world, not you and me. ”

The cloaked youth fell silent.

He knows the tip of the iceberg of truth, but the attitude of the youth tells him that there are more secrets hidden under the tip of the iceberg.

It's a pity that the young man in the green shirt is an old fox.

The ability to play Tai Chi has been cultivated to the extreme.

At this time, he heard the young man feel and sent a sentence: "You say - a dream that will never wake up, a dream that will never be exposed, and the person in the dream will never know that he is actually in the world of dreams." Is this dream equal to reality?"

Cloaked Youth: "......"