There seemed to be a song in the distance, ethereal and lingering, and with a creepy meaning, singing softly.

"Hateful and hateful, love and parting—"

The ups and downs of singing seemed to be a tone of some opera. The voice was a bit cold and sharp in the ethereal, and it was dead. It came from all directions. It was as far away as another world, but it was contradictory to give people a feeling of being close at hand. Strips of it were wrapped around the ears, giving a shrill beauty, but it sounded in this tomb, which lasted for a long time and was a bit chilling weird.

In this empty and lonely tomb, the dark eyes echoed, and the echo circled.

He Zixiu looked stern and shouted loudly: "Who!"

"Hate and hate, love and parting..."

The response to him was always a song of opera, chanting for a long time, indescribable melodiousness, indescribable lingering and strangeness, as if he was murmuring in his ears like a lover.

No one noticed that the moment Su Ziye heard this sound, his face suddenly changed, almost as strong emotions as he could be called the extreme momentum of a certain moment, and the person with deep colors in his eyes could not see it clearly.

He subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand with force.

"Midnight Fairy——!"

A scream sounded, and at the moment when he heard the sound, others looked in the direction of the sound source.

But Kou Lili, who was supposed to be standing next to Su Ziye, disappeared.

That scream was exactly what she said.

The person who was still there in the last second disappeared out of thin air in the next second!

Su Ziye's pupils shrink!

One of the immortals shouted softly: "Zi Xiu!"

In the next sentence when Kou Lili disappeared, almost everyone's attention was focused on the position where Kou Lili disappeared.

He Zixiu suddenly disappeared.

However, in a few moments, two living people disappeared out of thin air and could not find any trace.

This scene is terrifying enough in the tomb.

The voice was still singing, tireless and lingering.

"Who teaches greed, anger, and ignorance..."

Yu Chen looked at this bizarre scene indifferently, clasped the girl's wrist and did not let go, his voice was cold and calm: "Follow me closely."

"Master, don't worry." Ranbai could vaguely see the fairy's elegant and elegant side face outline in the dark, and she curled the corner of her lower lip.

The people present disappeared one after another.

After a few seconds...

Ranbai suddenly felt a sense of extreme dizziness, and his eyes fell into complete darkness.

She broke away from Yu Chen's hand and changed to a finger that was connected tightly.

At that moment, she seemed to feel that the Immortal Lord paused because of this action, but in the end she held her hand tightly.

The two disappeared from their place.

The tomb was empty and a little lonely for a moment.

"Main tomb chamber?"

The next second it disappeared from the spot, Ranbai and Yu Chen appeared here out of thin air.

The tomb chamber was built into a house, looking magnificent and grand, with a kind of quiet and simplicity coming to my face.

The everlasting lamps are lit tenaciously, struggling to emit an immortal light, illuminating the picture in the tomb.

And they are in the house.

"If you can't ask for it, you will be full of regret..."

The strange female voice faded away the blur at the beginning, becoming clearer and clearer, close at hand, echoing in the ears.

The Immortal Lord said calmly, his voice sounded nicely, and a vague echo in the empty and weird tomb chamber: "The resentment here is the strongest. I guess the person's body is buried in it and sealed here."

Ranbai said, "Then we come here directly, don't have to leave by ourselves. It seems that the tomb owner is quite considerate."

When the immortal heard this, he glanced at the girl indifferently, and saw that her peach blossom eyes were lazily curved and had a cynical smile.

Only she can say such words at this time.

"I've come here, go in and take a look." Ranbai said, holding the immortal king's hand and walking into the courtyard.

Yu Chen was led forward for a while before he clearly realized the postures of the two of them at this moment. He lowered his eyes slightly, his pupils were deep and cold. Looking at the movements that were intertwined, it seemed...

Too intimate.

But the girl seemed to be unaware of it and took him in.

After the immortal king paused, he wanted to pull out his hand.

Who knew that he was pulled tighter by the Demon Lord, "It's too weird here. It's better to take it first to prevent any unexpected situations."

"I don't want to be separated from my master." The girl in red looked at Yu Chen and explained with a smile. Her fingertips slid between the immortal king's slender fingers, gently rubbed his cold and hard white finger bones, and then slowly clasped them, "Master shouldn't mind, right?"

After two seconds of silence, the immortal king let her hold hands, hold the sword in one hand, and walked in. The voice fell into the empty tomb: "Nothing happened."

Ranbai bent his eyebrows and eyes, and pinched his beautiful knuckles with great intimacy. The temperature under his fingertips was cold like cold jade, but the touch was excellent, which was very suitable for playing. While his apprentice pinched the clean lines of the immortal's fingers, his movements were inexplicably a little subtle and immature, he seemed to thank him very well: "Thank you, Master."

Yu Chen had never held hands with anyone. It was the first time he had with his apprentice. He obviously noticed the movements of the girl in red, with a strange and strange feeling, especially when his fingers were pressed down by soft fingertips as a work of art. He held the dyed white hand, his slender fingers easily closed, and his voice was cold and unrestrained: "Don't move around."

Ranbai's smile remained unchanged: "Oh."

The master and apprentice walked hand in hand in the quaint and shaded courtyard. The eternal lights lit up all the way, and the chanting in his ears never stopped.

I don’t know when I became more obsessed and sharp, and like tears of blood.

"Hateful and hateful, love and parting—"

A gust of wind came, with a chilling coolness.

They stopped in the ancestral hall of the house.

The door of the originally closed ancestral hall suddenly opened in an instant!

The countless sacred plaques enshrined in the ancestral hall are revealed, and—

A vermilion wood coffin seemed to have splashed blood!

"Who teaches greed, anger, and ignorance..."

The chanting sound seemed to be touching their ears, and the silence sound of the ancestral hall opened without wind, suddenly became shrill and twisted, and the tone became more sharp and sharp!

Ranbai stared at the heavy mahogany coffin and walked in step by step with Yu Chen.

A "bang" sound!

The gate of the ancestral hall suddenly closed the moment they stepped in.

For a moment,

There are only two of them in the ancestral hall.

Cold and weird.

And the sound of the play seemed to be trapped in this ancestral hall, singing constantly for a hundred years, invading from all directions, lingering in the ears, painful and joyful, twisted and crazy.

Like...

A sound from the coffin.

"Open the building."

Faced with such a strange and terrifying scene, the fairy king in white was indifferent and lonely, holding the Xueji Sword in one hand, and spitting out two words without any ups and downs.

The Demon Lord of Red Clothing smiled lazily, and was very interested in facing this scene, and his pupils became much darker, making him very evil: "It's just that."
Chapter completed!