The door of Dianjiang Palace is ajar, and there is silence all around.

In the old routine, Su Yan first pops out a stone and hits the palace door with a crisp sound.

No response.

The second stone was imbued with some magic power, and the door on one side of the palace bounced open with a squeaking sound.

Su Yan stepped forward slowly, using his eyesight and consciousness to observe the dimly lit hall.

Suddenly he was startled and immediately dodged to the side to avoid the open door on that side.

Su Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and there seemed to be a figure sitting above the hall.

As for the specific kind of person, he didn't see clearly, because in this ruins, the farther away the spiritual consciousness is from the body surface, the more severely it is suppressed.

This was the first "living creature" Su Yan encountered after entering the ruins of the Xuantian Sect, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Su Yan leaned against the closed door on the side of the palace, took out the fixing mirror with his right hand, and stretched it slightly into the open door.

Through the scene reflected in the mirror, we can indeed see a person sitting on the jade bed above the main hall.

But it is headless!

Su Yan looked at it again and again, frowning, and finally couldn't help but poke his head out and look into the hall.

Then he was a little dumbfounded. It was still a set of clothes that no one was wearing, but for some reason, it still maintained a sitting posture and did not collapse like other clothes outside.

This is a set of women's clothing. The outside is a thin snow smoke silk shirt, and the inside is matched with a plain white twelve-piece fairy dress.

Since the lower body is covered by the wide skirt, it is impossible to see whether she is wearing socks, but there is a pair of small dark palace boots in front of her.

Other than that, nothing else can be seen. There are no hairpins, walking sticks, earrings and other jewelry, no jade pendants, bracelets and other jewelry, and no long swords, magic weapons and other foreign objects.

Su Yan looked it over, and the old rule was to add stones.

First, he threw several balls in various directions in Dianjiang Palace, and the last one hit the knee of the clothes directly.

After the stone was thrown out, Su Yan didn't even look at it, and immediately hid outside the door. "Pfft~" He heard a very slight sound, the sound of a stone hitting his clothes, but otherwise it was quiet.
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After waiting for a while, Su Yan poked his head out again like a thief.

To his surprise, the clothes did not turn into ashes!

Mom, after struggling for so long, I finally found a treasure.

But it's a pity that these are clothes worn by women, and Su Yan really can't afford to wear them on herself.

Forget it, you can give them to others in the future. Well, it doesn’t seem appropriate to give second-hand clothes to others...

It's better to sell it. This set of clothes can last for at least four to five thousand years and can float on its own out of thin air. It is absolutely impossible for its quality to be lower than the first-grade Taoist artifact, and it is not impossible to even reach the top grade.

Such a treasure, let alone second-hand clothes, there are people clamoring for all kinds of clothes.

Su Yan finally set foot in the main hall in person, and there was no danger until now, but the more this happened, the more he dared not relax.

He walked quietly to the floating clothes, curiously poked his head and looked inside the empty clothes.

This time, I saw something new. There was a light pink obscene garment, or belly garment, or a pocket garment.

The overall shape of the sacrificial garment is diamond-shaped, and there seems to be a pattern on the front, but it cannot be seen clearly when it is worn.

Su Yan squatted down again and carefully lifted up her skirt.

To be honest, his heart was beating so fast at that moment. It was the first time in his life that he had done this kind of action. There was obviously no one inside, and he just wanted to see if he was wearing socks.

Lifting it up and taking a look, Su Yan found that it was there. There was a pair of white obscene pants inside, and then there was a pair of silk stockings suspended between the left and right feet.

Since nothing happened after getting started, Su Yan was not polite. Starting from the outer shirt, he untied and took off the clothes one by one, folding them at the same time.

Strangely enough, as soon as the clothes left the original outline, they immediately fell down due to the influence of gravity.

Su Yan first studied the outer shirt carefully. The first thing he could confirm was that it was definitely a magic weapon. The material was soft and silky, but the long sword attached to the body showed no damage at all.

Su Yan injected mana, and the silk shirt shone slightly, but there were no more changes.

This is normal. Only after thorough refining can Su Yan make this magic weapon his own and understand its specific functions.

Now, I only know that it is a treasure. Su Yan does not know the specific identification. Only professionals can test its grade and function bit by bit without practicing it.

Since he had nothing to pack, Su Yan took a sword and cut off the hem of his Taoist robe and used it as a baggage.

He folded the entire set of women's clothing one by one and put it into the bag; but when he took off the pale pink lingerie, he couldn't help but pick it up and look at it carefully.

The Xieyi feels very soft to the touch, with several unknown little flowers embroidered on the front with fine stitches. When Su Yan holds the inkstone in his hand, he can still smell a faint fragrance.

This smell is difficult to describe in words. It is not the fragrance of flowers, nor the fragrance of rouge, but the unique smell of a young lady who has not yet left the boudoir.

Su Yan first rubbed the dirty clothes with his fingertips, then subconsciously looked around.

After making sure that he was alone in the palace, he picked up the dirty clothes with slightly trembling fingers, put it to his nose and smelled it carefully.

It is indeed the smell emanating from above. Why does it not dissipate after so many years? This faint, touching virgin fragrance...

Just when Su Yan was carefully smelling the fragrance on his dirty clothes, a sinister shadow appeared silently behind him.

This figure should appear to be a woman. She has long hair shawl and her face is blurry and unclear.

She was wearing a plain white ancient dress. Her upper body had a full curve, but her figure became blurry as she went down. From her knees down, she was simply a piece of white mist.

Although her appearance could not be clearly seen, she stood there quietly and naturally exuded a special temperament, like an independent lotus flower, white and noble, dignified and indestructible.

If it weren't for the fact that her yin energy was so strong that she looked a little frightening, with her tall figure and elegant temperament, this woman would be considered a beauty.

At this moment, this figure was watching Su Yan's extremely rude and blasphemous behavior. The expression on her face could not be seen. All she could see was her slender, pale hands raised, silently speaking to Su Yan.

The neck of the inkstone is closed and gone...

Su Yan didn't seem to notice anything unusual or any danger at all.

But just before those pair of sickly pale hands were about to completely wrap around his neck, he raised his head, put down his obscene clothes, and muttered to himself: "I'm such a pervert."
Chapter completed!