It can’t be said that I dragged them down just because I felt their breath!

Or should I say...

Is there someone behind the scenes?

The sudden thought made the hairs on her back stand up. She took two steps back and bumped into an embroidery frame.

There was a thin layer of dust on the shelf, and it looked like no one had been here for some time. But what was on the embroidery shelf was a piece of embroidery cloth that was not old, but was slightly yellowed, but the color of the embroidery thread was

But it's still very bright, with unfinished embroidery on top.

"Qingqing, look behind you!"

It's okay if it doesn't collide, but if it collides, it will appear to be a completely different world!

The "wall" behind the embroidery stand shook unexpectedly. Walking over, Ling Zihan reached out and touched the "wall", and suddenly discovered that it was actually a piece of coarse cloth disguised as a wall.

After opening the curtain, Ling Zihan was shocked by the scene behind her.

What the hell is this place!

A long, endless corridor appeared in front of us, with strange paintings on the walls on both sides, which seemed to tell some story. But the most common ones were foxes, the kind with nine tails.

Ling Zihan only regarded it as a fairy tale painting, and because the fox is a symbol of auspiciousness, she didn't think much about it and continued to move forward.

After walking an unknown distance, the painting was over, and framed scrolls appeared on the walls. At every distance, there was a portrait. Judging from the clothes, they must be in the style of an alien race. She really couldn't tell which race they were from.

"Yi, you said...this place can't be an ancestral hall!" Ling Zihan felt a little creepy. She stretched out her hand to stop her arm and rubbed her shoulders. Although she was an atheist, she visited this extremely weird "underground ancestral hall" openly.

"This kind of thing is really awkward for a relatively normal person like her to do.

Especially, as I walked, I heard the rustling of footsteps, which made my hair stand on end.

"I think it's a bit similar. It's just that the mural just reminded me of something." Xuanyuan Huang knew that Ling Zihan was a little scared, so he held her in his arms considerately, helped her relax, and gently

He rubbed her shoulders and patted her arms. The corners of his mouth inadvertently turned up in a playful arc, secretly cursing that it was really not easy for this woman to show even a little bit of "fear"!

However, her expression was so cute that he wanted to watch her for a while longer.

because--

Rare to see.

Obviously, the method of diverting thoughts was very successful. Ling Zihan seemed to have thought about it, but without thinking, she turned away and asked, "Hey, what's the matter?"

"Hmm...the legend about the family of the Imperial Master of the Western Dynasty."

"The legend of the Zi family?" Ling Zihan stared at Xuanyuan Huang for a while, burst into laughter, and then said: "Are you kidding? It's just because sir, he is good at astrology and divination. If you say he is familiar with it,

Qi Men Dun Jia, I believe that if one of his ancestors is a nine-tailed fox, that is just a lie!"

Seeing her calmness of not believing in ghosts and gods, Xuanyuan Huang raised the corner of his mouth and reached out to lift her hair, "That's true, it's probably just a legend."

After all, no one has actually seen a nine-tailed fox, and Xuanyuan Huang also believes that the legend is just a gimmick.

A gimmick to raise the Zi family's net worth.

"Huh?" When Ling Zihan nodded in agreement, she suddenly stopped and looked at the mural next to her with eyes straightened. After being frozen for a while, she pointed at the scroll and murmured in surprise: "Sir... Pearl

…”

Xuanyuan Huang glanced at the wall inadvertently. His casual eyes were also attracted by the scrolls there. He was suddenly surprised. He looked at the scrolls close to Chu Mingzhu, turned his head and looked to the other side, and his dark pupils suddenly trembled.

Trembling.

"How could-"

It turned out that opposite the scrolls of Zi Chen and Chu Mingzhu, there were portraits of Empress Xiaocheng and another woman whom Ling Zihan had never seen before, but Xuanyuan Huang had met several times.

That was the woman, Princess Xianqin, who died on the same day as Mingzhu and Empress Xiaocheng.

That is, Ling Zihan's aunt and Xuanyuan Huang's aunt.

Their eyes met at one point, and the two of them looked at each other and at the same time looked at the portraits on both sides.

I saw Ling Zihan turn her head with a pale face, and said in a tone that even she couldn't believe: "Yi, the people hanging above this... are all people who have already traveled to the immortal world!"
Chapter completed!