How to pamper the beast

Chapter 83

When we arrived at the scene, the area was already surrounded by cultivators from various sects.

On the most central floor are a few big bosses, on the outside are the elite disciples of various sects, on the outside are casual cultivators who have no family, no sect and no influence, plus Bai Qiu and the others who look a little dazed and dull.

Half an hour ago, in the small villa.

After Bai Qiu's words came out, the living room fell into an eerie silence.

It’s like when the class teacher suddenly came to inspect the window during class, the classroom that was still full of humming noises started to become quieter at a certain moment, and this momentary change spread like dominoes. In less than a second, the entire classroom was silent You can hear a needle drop.

In the small villa now, this kind of atmosphere is almost the same.

After a long time, it was Bai Qiu himself who broke the silence first.

"Each divine beast has its own unique imprint, and this imprint is bound to the soul. That is to say, even if it is the same divine beast, if the previous generation dies and the next generation is born, the imprints of the two generations are different." Bai Qiu Seeing the confusion on the faces of the people, I also felt that what I said was a bit too earth-shattering, so I had to explain it slowly.

"My imprint, I know best. The one just now... let's call it an unknown secret realm. When it erupted there, I felt the existence of my imprint. The one that accompanied my imprint belonged to Cen Yan. imprint."

Bai Qiu looked at Cen Yan, and the latter took the words: "...I sensed a kind of information involving the soul from the breath erupting from that unknown secret place. I think this is the imprint. It's amazing. There seems to be a lot hidden in the imprint. The information is just pure perception, and it seems to be able to restore a lot of truth."

Cen Yan also fell into a short-term shock after sensing the information flowing over at first glance.

The imprint is like a small chip, and the maker of the imprint is like a card reader. The countless messages contained in the chip can be sensed at the moment of contact.

Bai Qiu said in a deep voice: "The method of making imprints can be extended to other races, so it is not unusual for Cen Yan and I to have imprints of me and Cen Yan in that unknown secret realm... But what surprised us was the information revealed in the imprints It clearly shows that it is a tomb, a double tomb."

It took Chen Xuanyi a long time to digest these words, and tried to say: "When did you make it in advance? Have you even considered the affairs behind?"

Bai Qiu said coolly: "No, our beasts don't have the habit of making a tomb for themselves in advance."

Chen Xuanyi immediately said: "We humans don't have either."

"That's right, so what's the matter?" Bai Qiu's calm and serious expression collapsed before, and he said distressedly, "I'm not yet two thousand years old, I'm not yet an adult, I'm very young, who hates me? In this way, even a tomb has been set up for me in advance?"

"..." Chen Xuanyi was a little speechless, "Yes, you are still a baby, then do you have any impression, who would do such a thing?"

Bai Qiu was suspiciously silent for a moment.

"Let's put it this way, the uniqueness of the imprint is that it is almost impossible to imitate except for the person himself," he sighed sadly, "Maybe it was really made by Cen Yan and me."

Duan Mian suddenly said, "Why did you make it?"

"Tomb, what else can it be for," Bai Qiu said casually, "I'm dead."

So, when the two parties were not too worried, but a group of eunuchs next to them... bah, no, it was the hearts of all the melon-eating people who were about to raise their hearts, and a group of people came to the scene in a mighty manner.

They habitually concealed their aura and wore secular clothes, and were stopped at the outermost layer as casual cultivators who came to join in the fun.

The bigwigs at the innermost level seem to have no clue about this unknown secret realm. Divination, field investigation, and investigation reveal that the unknown secret realm is a huge stone tablet. The tablet is blank, or it is a square boulder. A cultivator slashed at the boulder with all his strength, leaving no scratches.

The defense ability of this material has exceeded their imagination.

The closer they got, the more Bai Qiu and Cen Yan could feel an ethereal calling.

It was a kind of familiarity engraved deep in the soul, whispering softly in the ear, and occasionally a few unclear pictures flashed before the eyes, which made people feel uneasy for no reason.

Cen Yan gently held Bai Qiu's hand: "Don't worry."

"Well," Bai Qiu looked at the innermost cultivators who seemed to be arguing over the distribution of spoils after the opening of this unknown secret realm, amused in his heart, "If it's really our tomb, I don't know if there are many funeral objects."

Cen Yan said softly: "If I really built the tomb by myself, I might not leave too many funeral objects behind."

Bai Qiu agreed very much: "Me too."

At this moment, the unknown secret realm that had been silent for a long time burst into dazzling light again.

I don't know if it sensed the arrival of the master, or it was finally time to open it, dots of golden characters appeared on the blank square stone tablet, and the sound of howling wind resounded in everyone's ears.

The stone tablet turned into a pitch-black space passage, with flickering lights at the end, like a starry sky.

Bai Qiu and Cen Yan looked at each other, and rushed into the black space channel decisively.

Standing on the innermost layer, the few people closest to the stele were stunned for a moment. This sudden change caught them by surprise. Those who can cultivate to this level are cautious, and have [-] fears about this sudden situation. Very vigilant.

Thus, Bai Qiu and Cen Yan became the first to break in.

The big bosses in the inner layer were still thinking about throwing a few cannon fodder in to explore the way, when they felt a blur in front of them, and two figures rushed in with a whoosh and disappeared.

Those who can disappear before their eyes are definitely not ordinary cultivators.

Now it's all right, with more powerful cultivators breaking in ahead of time, the people who are eyeing the treasure can't be as fully prepared as before before entering.

In the age of spiritual decline, chances are rare, and you can't do it without fighting.

No matter how bloody and undercurrents are surging outside, Bai Qiu and Cen Yan, who broke in ahead of time, rushed into this space channel with an unknown destination, and were separated by an invisible force and landed in two places.

That force is not irresistible, but the aura coming from the power is from the same source as their own aura, which is obviously produced by themselves, so they no longer resist, wanting to see what the trick is.

Cen Yan's foothold is an extremely simple house.

He hadn't expected it to be such a place.

It's not that he was surprised by the ordinary and ordinary scene in front of him, but that the room he was in, every piece of furniture and decoration in it was very in line with his daily habits.

It's as if...he really lived here.

only--

Cen Yan walked forward slowly, bypassing the small bed in the center of the room, and there was a window on the opposite side. A small wooden table was placed against this wall. On the table was a small vase made of colored glass. The inside of the bottle was empty. Next to the vase, there was a yellowed book.

It's just that there is no trace of Bai Qiu's life in the entire room.

Cen Yan's heart sank slightly.

He picked up the vase and looked it up and down, feeling a little strange in his heart. This bottle seemed to be handmade by himself, with ordinary craftsmanship and obvious flaws, but on the bottom of the bottle, there was a small letter engraved on it. --Autumn.

He put down the bottle and opened the book next to him.

It was an act of opening the title page at random, but after seeing clearly the words written on the first page, the action paused slightly.

The first page of the notebook is Cen Yan's handwriting, using a brush, which is a little different from what he usually writes with a hard pen, but most cultivators love classical culture, and Cen Yan is no exception.

When he was still in Tianyanzong, he learned soft pen calligraphy from Duan Mian. At that time, Duan Mian praised him for his good talent, and he had his own unique style at a young age.

Looking back on the years of practicing calligraphy at that time, I also had a little doubt in my heart at that time, because at the moment I picked up the brush, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity in my heart.

Cen Yan closed his eyes, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He had a hunch that the familiarity that flashed past for no reason in his past memory might find the answer in this book.

He picked up the book, sat down on the rattan chair beside the wooden table, and opened the cover of the book again with a sinking heart.

The first page.

[On the seventh day after Aqiu left, I managed to regain my thoughts from the long chaos. No amount of sadness will help, but it doesn’t matter. After doing everything that needs to be done, when the land returns to calm, I ...]

The author has something to say: I'm stuck at the end, I can't do it, TvT