One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 387 Chapter 388: Where Chengxia was buried

The mysterious woman in front of him was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized something and asked, "What year is it tonight?"

However, Zhao Fuyun reached out and closed the lamp in his hand, because he felt that the other party was still quietly taking away his Golden Crow.

He closed his hands, and the fire froze. He said coldly, "Without the four dimensions, without day and night, how can there be years and months?"

Hearing Zhao Fuyun say this, she immediately raised her head, looked around, and asked in surprise: "Where is this?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Hall of Rebirth." Zhao Fuyun said.

"The Hall of Rebirth." The mysterious woman repeated, her face changing slightly.

Zhao Fuyun wanted to know something from her, so he asked, "You seem to know a lot about this Hall of Rebirth."

She ignored it and looked around. Her expression became uglier and uglier. She said, "This is something from my boudoir. It's the furnishings of my boudoir."

"How could I be here? Back then, I went deep into the abyss to find the origin of darkness. However, after entering, I was trapped. Shouldn't I have died in the abyss? How could I be here?" The mysterious woman said confusedly.

"Perhaps, this is a sacred mission bestowed upon you by the times. Perhaps, someone needs you to find your father and the truth many years later." Zhao Fuyun's words did not attract the other party's attention.

The woman walked around the house and finally came outside. When she saw so many piled jars, her expression suddenly changed, as if she sensed something.

She walked over step by step, and then came to a black altar. She reached out and touched the black altar. The black altars were trembling at this moment, and then they all floated up, surrounding the woman. Faintly, Zhao Fuyun seemed to hear the sound of crying.

The crying sound came from the jar, and later he found that the woman was also crying.

Zhao Fuyun stood behind, motionless, watching all this.

After a long while, she seemed to calm down a little and said, "These are all people from my palace. They are all people from the palace. How could they be here? How could I be here?"

The mysterious woman Yan Cheng was full of doubts and confusion.

"Shouldn't I be dead? Who saved me and placed me here?"

She murmured sadly, then suddenly turned around, pointed at Zhao Fuyun and said, "Who are you? Who asked you to wake me up?"

She had golden nail covers on her fingers. Zhao Fuyun felt that the nail covers could fly out and turn into flying swords to pierce all enemies in front of him.

This was her subconscious threatening action. Zhao Fuyun sensed the danger and a yellow light appeared on his body. Faintly, a huge yellow shadow wrapped him and appeared above his head, and a majestic aura emerged.

Zhao Fuyun stared at the other person. He did not answer for a moment because he couldn't explain it. He didn't even know whether there would be some kind of trap when he entered here.

He had always been clear-headed and believed that everything was done on his own initiative. However, when one acts on his own, he would inevitably end up like a fish that crashes into someone else's net.

One game, one network, he vaguely felt that there were many people busy behind the scenes of this world.

"Just passing by." Zhao Fuyun said seriously.

"Passing by?" The woman was a little confused as to how someone could pass by here.

"Yes, but I think someone wants me to come in and wake you up." Zhao Fuyun said.

"Who is it?" asked the mysterious woman.

"I don't know." Zhao Fuyun said truthfully.

The other party seemed unconvinced, but didn't want to let Zhao Fuyun go, so she said: "No matter who you are, since you brought the fire, the fire will be returned to its owner." The mysterious woman said. "Haha." Zhao Fuyun laughed.

She heard a hint of sarcasm.

Given her status, she had never been ridiculed to her face, even in the most difficult times.

So she stopped talking and stretched out her hand. The layer of yellow light on Zhao Fuyun's body suddenly solidified, overlapping and surging up, turning into a real yellow giant, who punched at her hand, and a yellow fist wave surged.

The force of this punch was so strong that the earth sank, carrying with it a magical power that could suppress the void.

The opponent's body fell apart under his punch.

The woman's face was filled with shock, but her body was falling apart.

Her body seemed to have been sleeping for too long and had been eroded too much by the darkness, becoming fragile.

She made no more sound, and suddenly the whole room was filled with an invisible shriek, which came from the jars.

Zhao Fuyun seemed to hear them calling "Your Highness" vaguely. Darkness surged out of the jar, and in the darkness, strands of hair rolled towards Zhao Fuyun.

Zhao Fuyun stretched out his hand and drew a line in the air, and a ray of golden light fell into the endless dark hair in front of him.

At the same time, a spell was uttered: "Burn!"

Wherever the golden light passed, the black hair suddenly began to burn and spread rapidly. Some strands of hair twisted as if trying to escape, but how could they escape the burning of the golden flames? In the blink of an eye, the whole room was on fire.

The whole house was on fire, and black jars were flying everywhere, carrying flames, like fireballs.

Zhao Fuyun saw a strange flash of fire in the fire. His eyes lit up and he shook the Red Flame Magic Lamp in his hand. The Golden Crow on the lamp flapped its wings and flew up, instantly swooping down on the orange glow. Zhao Fuyun felt clearly that the three-legged golden crow had swallowed it in one gulp.

Zhao Fuyun felt the long-lost feeling of fullness coming from the three-legged golden crow.

The orange light wrapped around the body of the three-legged golden crow and slowly condensed between the wings of the golden crow, mixed with a hint of orange light.

Zhao Fuyun raised the lantern in his hand, and the divine bird landed back on the lantern, with the flame shining brightly.

Zhao Fuyun looked around. The whole room was burned by the red flames. Except for the walls, which were burned to ashes, the ground was covered with white ash. The darkness was dispelled by the red flames, and he walked towards the inner room.

Then, he saw a piece of white paper lying on the bed.

He walked closer and saw a line of words written on the paper.

"The Orange Mist of the Red Flame is buried here."

When Zhao Fuyun saw the words on the paper, his heart tightened, because he looked at the font very familiarly. It was the font he had seen in Yun Yiqing's "Secret Words of the Heavenly Commands", and it was very similar to this font.

Zhao Fuyun didn't know whether this woman was moved here by Yun Yiqing, or whether Yun Yiqing had been here before and recognized her, so he left such a note.

He remembered that Yun Yiqing was looking for Chi Yan's burial place everywhere, so it was normal for him to find this place.

So, does my coming here have anything to do with my aunt Yun Yiqing?

Zhao Fuyun didn't know and frowned slightly.

(End of this chapter)