Rumble!
At the end of the corridor, the heavy stone door slowly opened.
There was fog rolling ahead, a white haze.
"Such a heavy Yin Qi!"
Lao Bai snorted: "If you don't know, you would think you have come to the underworld!"
There was some complaint in his mouth, but his attitude had changed a lot invisibly. The content on the mural was too shocking. That was a real dark time. It really made it impossible for people to be hostile to the real owner here.
The Yin Qi here is really heavy. It affects several of us living people. It can no longer be described as cold, but rather sharp, like a knife scraping on the skin, making us feel uncomfortable everywhere.
"It's not the Yin Qi naturally formed between heaven and earth."
My master was not surprised at all. He took a deep look at Yin Nu and said with a smile: "I'm afraid this is the Yin Qi of your master. Maybe she was once very powerful, but she was suppressed here for thousands of years, which is equivalent to being dismembered all the time. The Yin Qi was very scattered. Now, she is just like a dying person, hanging on to her last breath. The Yin Qi stripped from her body gathered here and did not dissipate for a long time, all because she is still here, but how long she can last is unknown, right? It may be tomorrow, or it may be... the day after tomorrow?"
Yin Nu opened his mouth and was about to refute, but heard a cold sigh from the mist, and immediately shut up.
"Slave, come back, there is nothing to refute."
The voice that sounded in the fog was the voice that had guided me to escape, but it sounded in my heart at that time, but now it echoed in my ears, and it sounded even more crisp and pleasant, but there was helplessness in the words: "The Taoist priest is a discerning person, and he saw the truth at a glance. I don't want to hide it. I tried every means to invite you here, and I have no choice but to do so. I hope you can forgive me."
My master nodded and did not respond.
However, a blush appeared on his face.
That blush was very abnormal and a little morbid.
I had been following him and immediately noticed the unusualness. Just when I wanted to ask about it, he gently pushed me forward and motioned me to meet him.
This tomb is not big. It is built with clear stone slabs. The stone slabs are polished flat and shiny. It is obvious that it is cleaned a lot on weekdays. It is clean and neat. It does not look like a tomb for burying the dead. The furnishings are similar to those of an old bedroom.
Passing through the thick fog, a red shadow jumped into my sight.
There was a stone couch in front of me, and a woman was sitting cross-legged on it, with her back to me. She was wearing a bright red dress, as bright as blood, extremely dazzling, with a head full of black hair piled on top of her head, revealing only a section of her white neck, looking very slender.
This person should be the anonymous person.
After such a long round, I finally stood in front of her. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, and I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.
"You are finally here."
As if she felt that I was looking at her from behind, the woman finally turned around slowly.
A stunning face came into view, and the other party was smiling at me, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak, slightly narrowed, and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned, bright and beautiful, which made people tremble.
This is a kind of classical beauty that modern people can never have. Every frown and smile has a different charm.
In fact, she is a real ancient person. This beauty is hard to describe with some modern words and phrases. It always feels that it lacks some charm.
After seeing her, the first thought that came to my head was an ancient poem: neck like a cicada, teeth like a gourd, eyebrows like a cicada, smile and eyes.
However, this is more or less different from my impression. The other party once led thousands of troops to fight. She should be a heroic woman. If there was no figure of her on the mural, I would probably have demonized her. She could kill dozens of barbaric Aryan warriors in one battle. Such a woman should be the type of big and strong.
In fact, when she really stood in front of me, her every frown and smile was full of tenderness and a little playfulness. How could she be a heroine? She was clearly a peerless enchantress!
"Oh my god, what a beautiful ghost girl!"
Nameless was not angry, he tilted his head and glanced at him: "In terms of age, I have lived for nearly 3,500 years and have seen the end of the world. It is not too much for you to call me ancestor."
Lao Bai's face fell...
However, Nameless laughed again, and it was really bright and beautiful: "But, thank you for this sister, I took it as a compliment."
Lao Bai was so happy with this laugh that he almost fainted with a roll of his eyes, and hurriedly said: "Do you like to hear it? Then you should have said it earlier, I can tell you for days and nights!"
This is a shameless thing, he was still scolding others for being a bitch, and the next foot was almost flattering. Sure enough, there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved by appearance. He was going to get close to them with a shameless face, but Nameless raised his hand lightly, and he immediately squatted on the ground with a big butt.
At this time, the nameless man looked at me and looked me up and down. After a long time, he sighed softly: "He is right. As long as the heavenly officials are not extinct, there will always be someone who will stand up. Even the appearance is exactly the same, that is..."
She was thinking, hesitated for a moment and said: "It's just a little bit missing. My slave likes to run outside. When he comes back, he has told me a lot of things. To use the words you often say outside, the difference between you and him, apart from appearance, is the difference between a loser and a male god."
Needless to say, the loser must be me.
I am not angry, it's just a fact. A young charlatan who has accomplished nothing and knows how to fool people in the streets all day long wearing shoes and shorts, what else can he be but a loser?
"Okay, you did everything you could to get me here. You didn't just want to give me a simple evaluation, did you?"
I spread my hands: "Let's be frank. Who is he you are talking about? You once said that there is a big debt between us. I owe you, but it's not the Earth Spirit Pearl. I have been thinking about it for a while, but I really can't figure out where I owe you. Let's make it clear today and settle these things. From now on, we will go our separate ways."
"Settle?"
Nameless was startled, but he laughed to himself, but the smile on his face was a little bleak: "Some things can't be settled just by saying it? But it doesn't matter. We still have a lot of time, we can talk slowly!"
After she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and a cushion in the distance flew up and landed in front of me, motioning me to sit down.
I was about to step forward, but was stopped by my master.
"There is nothing in this world that cannot be resolved."
My master spoke, indifferently: "If you can't resolve it with your mouth, you can still rely on the sword!"
Whoosh!
A gust of wind rushed into the tomb, instantly dispelling the Yin Qi here.
At this moment, my master's robe rustled and swelled up for no reason. I only heard a few "chi chi" sounds of cloth breaking, and his two sleeves burst, revealing his arms, which were densely covered with some strange words, which seemed to be some tattoos, but at this moment they were becoming red with blood, which was very strange.
Along with many changes, my master's eyes were also filled with bloodshot...
"You are crazy!"
Wuming suddenly stood up, no longer calm, and his pretty face was cold.
Yin Nu stood beside her like a loyal dog, extremely dissatisfied with my master's behavior of going back on his word, and rushed over to fight, but was grabbed by the back collar by Wuming and dragged directly.
"Let's go!"
Nameless was very straightforward, pulling Yin Nu to the door of the tomb.
"Since I dare to come, you can't leave today!"
My master shouted, quickly formed seals with both hands, and finally slapped on the floor of the tomb.
This blow didn't seem to have much force, but the moment his hands fell, the stone slabs around him exploded with a "crack". It was like an earthquake here. The exit of the tomb and the surroundings were filled with a faint red light. You can see that those places are gradually emerging with strange symbols, which are no different from those on my master's arm!
Nameless slapped the tomb door with one palm, ready to escape, but the moment it touched the tomb door, it immediately screamed and was bounced back.
This time, she was also aroused by the ferocity, and turned to pounce on my master.
"Kill!"
My master shouted and drew his sword, but the sword in his hand was not slashed at Nameless, but directly towards me!