Lian Duel snapped back to his senses and looked in the direction An Zeqi was pointing, only to see that An Zeqi had already circled to the back of the tombstone.

On this bright red stele, there is a woman with bloody hair flying like a ghost, but judging from the appearance, this person is Yueyu!

Beside the portrait of the woman, the blood book is carved with the tip of a sword, and due to the excessive force, the blood flows down like rain, forming a shocking dark red dry mark.

The three big characters were particularly dazzling among the blood books, and the duel was all over, and he read in a lost voice: "Heart Blood Mantra!"

Lian Duel desperately suppressed his emotions, and flipped through the "Heart-Blood Flame Curse" codex left by his father from the treasure of Darong, except for the record of the ruthless exercises of the Yan Demon, the heart-blood curse recorded in it was almost the same as the one engraved on the tombstone!

Lian Duel's mind was a little confused, and his steps stumbled a little, and the doubts about why his father wrote "Heart Blood Flame Curse" were even more confusing!

"Liandu, do you remember, Ye Qingtian once set up a maze array in the Beauty Cave, trying to trap us inside, and the word mark of the heart blood spell also appeared on both sides of the wall!" An Zeqi frowned and recalled.

Lian Du nodded, at that time, Lian Du also specially wrote down those handwriting, and stored them in the treasure of Darong for future viewing, Lian Du compared the blood spell of the beauty cave with the tombstone, and said: "It seems that the blood spell was originally created by Yueyu. ”

"I've heard of it. An Zeqi's two sword eyebrows tightened, and said: "When Yueyu committed suicide for love, he created a blood curse with his own blood, swore by blood, and fell into a blood demon, cursing the night spirit clan and the void clan for eternity. ”

If the duel is like being struck by lightning, I'm afraid that the blood curse is indeed a thing, otherwise the master will not let himself make a vow that he will never be friendly with the night spirit woman. The figure of the girl in the lilac gauze flashed through Lian Duel's mind, and even her determination stabbed in her head!

Lian Du stared at the back of the tombstone, Yueyu became a ghostly portrait of a demon, and a drop of blood and tears condensed in the corner of her eye, never drying up......

Lian Dudu clenched his fists suddenly, turned his gaze away, and said, "Let's go, go to the house and have a look." ”

The two of them, who were still in high spirits when they came, walked silently with each other at this time, and their mood was much lower. Stopping in front of the Huachai cottage where Yueyu lived before his death, Lian Du's eyes paused on the bluestone table in front of the door, and the scene of drinking and having fun with each other was vividly in his mind.

Lian Du shook his head wistfully, and after a thousand years of time and space, he pushed open the wooden door again, and this time, he couldn't help but be stunned at the door.

After pushing the door in, the first thing that came to the nose was a wisp of sweet fragrance, and even the decisive flag suddenly woke up, it was the fragrance of osmanthus wine brewed by Yueyu himself!

A jar of aged wine, sealed by the girl with a delicate jar, has been neatly displayed along the wall word by word, it seems that I don't know which moment, this amateur beauty will suddenly appear, showing a smiling face, and ordered a few people to take a seat.

"I'm bored on the island alone, you guys will often come to play in the future, the three of us will be good friends, right?"

The girl's dexterous voice was in her ears again, and she clenched her fists and stepped into the threshold. As far as the eye can see, it is completely different from the scene outside, and everything in this small house exudes a gentle, serene atmosphere.

On the long case carved with beautiful flower ornaments, a jade round mirror is neatly placed next to it.

The curtain on the edge of the bed is half lifted and half hanged, revealing a faint aroma of rouge.

It was as if the owner of this house had just gone out and would come back at any moment.

I don't know if it was affected by the atmosphere in the room, and even his heartbeat calmed down at this time, he gently lifted the half-hanging curtain, only to see that on the stacked brocade quilt, there were actually a few neatly folded men's clothes.

Lian Duel's footsteps were suddenly frozen, staring at the few neatly stacked men's white shirts, and muttering, "This is the clothes of the Aragami?"

An Zeqi followed the sound and approached quickly, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw a few white clothes, frowned and shook his head: "No, she hates the desolate gods to the bone, how can she keep these before she dies? Perhaps, she also has a new love." ”

"It's not. Lian Duan's throat was sour, he slowly shook his head, and said firmly: "This is the clothes of the Aragami." ”

Above the neatly stacked white clothes is a pair of snow-white tencel finger covers.

The delicate stitching shows the care of the person who sewed it, and it was neatly folded in half and meticulously laid out on the man's white robe.

An Zeqi was full of doubts, looked at the duel again and again, and asked tentatively: "Duel, do you know something?"

Lian Duel's eyes looked at the corner of the bed, reluctant to move away, he turned his back to An Zeqi and shook his head.

Lian Du knew that Yueyu had loved it, but she didn't really hate it, otherwise, she wouldn't have died guarding this corner.

Suddenly, Lian Duan said loudly: "Let's go!"

Without waiting for An Zeqi to react, Lian Duan had already taken the lead in striding out of the Huachai cottage, and the two of them returned to Yueyu to close the door tightly, locking a wisp of incense that would not disperse for thousands of years.

An Zeqi showed a rare serious look on his face, looked at the tomb facing the door and sighed, and said: "I suddenly have a feeling that our Night Spirit Clan and the Fox State are in a fierce fight, but in fact, it has nothing to do with this girl named Yueyu. ”

Lian Du nodded, and said: "I have heard that there are emperors who are willing to abdicate, as if they abdicate, they will be ashamed of the world, but how can people who are not in their position know that they don't even have the right to choose?"

Lian Du somewhat understood, Yueyu was just a girl who was hurt by love and had all her thoughts, she was obsessed and crazy.

No matter how many people are behind her, under her banner and competing for fame and fortune, it has nothing to do with her.

Lian Du and An Zeqi couldn't help but go around to the back of the tombstone again, looking at the ghostly face of Yueyu who was a demon with blood, An Zeqi smiled bitterly, and said with emotion: "This girl is really decisive in doing things, and she uses the blood of her body as a curse and makes a covenant of eternal poisonous curses." But I don't think she's such a ruthless person now. ”

Lian Duel stood still in front of the monument, silent.

Seeing that Lian Duel's expression was silent and resolute, An Zeqi stopped talking, but just stood quietly behind Lian Duel for a while.

An Zeqi's expression moved, he wanted to speak and stopped, and finally said softly: "Liandu, don't blame Yu Yan, she can't help herself." ”

I saw the originally silent Lianduan, his back trembled suddenly, his finger joints turned white, and then he clenched gently.

An Zeqi shook his head with a faint smile, and said to Lianduel: "I'll go to the front and wait for you first." ”

After speaking, An Zeqi walked out first.

The wind blows the flower mist, the layers of trees are low, and the petals are swirling, burying the broken qin under the mound again.

Lian Du slowly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the face of the thousand-year-old girl on the tombstone, and said in a low voice: "I have seen you with my own eyes, and I believe that you are the one I have seen, from beginning to end." ”

After saying that, Lian Dudun felt relieved in his heart, and he looked down at the lapis lazuli chain on his wrist, as if another boy named Aragami had been standing here for thousands of years.