Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

The Han Yusuo was placed by its original owner in the secret compartment of the bed in her boudoir.

This secret compartment was made by Ning Mi himself. Only Ning Mi and the original owner knew about it. It was located very secretly right next to the corner of the wall.

Leng Zhuxin followed her memory and knocked three times near the corner of the wall. A secret compartment popped out from the bed leg. The compartment was not big, only the size of a fist. Inside was a soft cloth, and a longevity lock as cold as ice and jade was placed.

It was icy cold to the touch, and Leng Zhuxin couldn't stand the coldness after just touching it, so she had to pull the red rope on the cold jade lock to pull it out.

The cold jade lock shook with her movements. Besides the four characters of "Long Life and Happiness" on it, there was also a pattern that looked like a flower but wasn't. Leng Zhuxin didn't recognize it but thought it was some kind of family emblem.

Moreover, Leng Zhuxin could feel the enormous spiritual power contained in this lock.

Considering that only half of the body was replaced but Leng Yueyao's spiritual blood was able to safely give birth to a child and rapidly advance her cultivation, as well as the original owner's Tianshui spiritual roots, Leng Zhuxin guessed that the original owner, or her identity, was not simple.

The original plot did not describe how to use this lock, and Ning Mi did not tell the original owner.

Leng Zhuxin relied on his more than 20 years of experience in cultivation and the immortality novels he had read to try to recognize the master. Spiritual creatures usually recognize their masters through blood from the fingertips, tongue tip, and heart.

Zhu Xin was reluctant to let the blood run cold, so he cut his fingertip with a dagger. The wound was not big, but it was enough to make blood flow.

Leng Zhuxin quickly placed her index finger on the cold jade lock, and the piercing cold spread throughout her body. The cold jade lock flashed with a cold light, and it actually began to absorb blood, not stopping until the cold jade lock was completely dyed blood red.

Leng Zhuxin had already become stiff from the cold, and felt as if every drop of blood in her body was about to freeze. When she noticed that Han Yusuo had stopped sucking her blood and her body was beginning to warm up, she thought about lying down on the bed to relax.

However, as soon as he lifted his foot, the space suddenly turned around and he found himself in an unfamiliar environment.

It was a space about one acre in size, completely surrounded by fog. There was a small pond on the left, as big as two bathtubs, and a small medicinal field on the right, with a dozen or so medicinal herbs she didn't recognize growing scattered in the field.

In the center and slightly behind the medicinal field and the pond, there is a thatched house, and the rest is wasteland.

The spiritual energy in the space was so dense that it seemed to be turning into substance, making Leng Zhuxin feel a little dizzy. He felt that he could unconsciously absorb the spiritual energy with every breath he took.

Leng Zhuxin looked at the space that seemed to have no end, walked to the edge and touched the white mist that enveloped the place, and found that the white mist was actually resilient. When pressed, it felt like a balloon, but it could not be punctured.

Looking closer, she could vaguely see the mountains through the mist, which made Leng Zhuxin a little happy. She guessed that this place was not just this big, but she didn't know how to break the white mist barrier for the time being.

After studying the white mist for a while, Leng Zhuxin walked to the side of the pond. The mist was floating above the pond, making it difficult to see the surface. He reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be cold mist. The spiritual energy in the cold mist was even richer than in the air. He touched the water below the cold mist and it was also extremely cold.

Leng Zhuxin felt it carefully and felt that the water seemed to be condensed from spiritual energy. It was very likely the cold pond spiritual water that Leng Yueyao had taken out. However, he didn't know why Leng Yueyao could only use the spiritual water outside the lock, while she had entered the inner space.

But it was a good thing after all. I stood up again and looked towards the thatched hut. Through the half-open wooden window, I could see a portrait hanging inside.

The portrait was hung upside down, so the face couldn't be seen clearly, only a vague human figure could be made out.

Driven by curiosity, Leng Zhuxin walked to the thatched hut, took a deep breath, pushed open the wooden door, and at the same time made a ghost-killing gesture.

It was recorded in our ancestors' notes that the more spiritual the space is, the more likely the original owner of the space can survive in the space as a ghost, waiting for an opportunity to take over another body.

Leng Zhuxin looked around the room with full vigilance. It was about fifteen square meters. On the opposite wall hung a portrait upside down. It was the one she saw through the window outside.

In the center was a table, on which was placed a jade-like green bamboo brush, and beside it were several pieces of talisman paper.

He should be a talisman cultivator, Leng Zhuxin guessed, and walked into the house with caution. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find anything unusual. He turned around and saw a shelf on the wall near the left side of the door. There were only a few jade slips and jade bottles sparsely placed on the shelf, and on the right side were several stacks of various talismans.

The pattern on the talisman is different from the ghost-catching talismans and peace talismans that Leng Zhuxin learned, but they have the same purpose. Both are drawn by connecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but this one is more complicated.

Apart from these things, there is nothing else as far as the eye can see.

Leng Zhuxin then walked to the upside-down portrait with extreme caution and stood on tiptoe to take it down.

There was a book and a jade bottle behind the portrait. Leng Zhuxin did not rush to take out the two things but spread the portrait on the table first.

It is a woman in red clothes with wide robes and narrow sleeves. Her eyes and eyebrows are very heroic. Her serious expression makes people feel that she is difficult to approach even in the painting. The woman holds a pen in her left hand and a sword in her right hand. Behind her is the deep and endless sea.

Leng Zhuxin inexplicably felt that the woman looked familiar. She stared at her blankly for a while before realizing that the woman was 60% similar to both her and the original owner. It was just that her temperament was different and it was a portrait that made her unable to recognize her for a while.

"It must be an ancestor." Leng Zhu thought to himself, and at the same time found that there seemed to be another mystery in the scroll.

She carefully opened the scroll and made sure there were no hidden weapons before taking out the contents. It was a bamboo-shaped jade bottle, different from the big-bellied jade bottles she usually used. Three small words "Marrow Cleansing Pill" were written on the bottle.

There is nothing else besides this.

Leng Zhuxin didn't dare to take it rashly. She first restored the scroll, then took out the book and jade bottle behind the portrait, hung the portrait back, sat on the bamboo chair in the house, and opened the book.

The name "Leng Hua" was written on the title page of the book.