Zhou Ji looked at Si Teng's behavior with some amusement, as if he saw a proud peacock spreading its feathers in front of the opposite sex to gain attention.

Of course, the difference is that only male peacocks can open their tails, and Si Teng is not seeking a mate...but wants to warn him and make him correctly understand the strength gap between the two.

"What is this? Yan Furui! Is this a prank you designed in advance?! First you dug a hole and wrote a letter to trick me into coming here, and then you found an actor to play me deliberately!" Wang Qiankun's sharp and harsh voice chirped.

He kept struggling and scolded, "Look, look, this woman is all dressed up. If you don't know, you would think she is filming a drama about the Republic of China. Why bother! Yan Furui! How old are you?

What's wrong with Qing Qing who has the skills to commit such a gang fraud?"

"It's so noisy!"

"This guy is so noisy!"

Zhou Ji and Si Teng were both a little impatient when they heard Wang Qiankun talking about such a lot of crackling things.

At the same time, a vine wrapped around Wang Qiankun's mouth, and another piece of gravel brought up the wind and smashed his teeth first, filling his mouth.

'Bah~' Wang Qiankun felt a pain at the corner of his mouth, as if several teeth had been broken. Blood with a rusty air flowed into his nose. He was about to spit out the stone, but was wrapped in a cane again.

Passed out on the spot.

Si Teng glanced at Zhou Ji with cold eyes, as if he didn't expect him to be so serious.

At least in her impression, although the person in front of her was annoying, he always had a balance in his heart and would never hurt others for no reason.

Zhou Ji also scratched his head in embarrassment and said sheepishly: "I don't know why, but I was suddenly upset by his noise. When faced with something annoying, it would be better to shut him up as soon as possible."

Si Teng shook his head, looked nonchalantly at the pit in front of him, folded his hands on his shoulders, and snorted coldly, "Qiu Shan is really promising. I wasn't born in Cangcheng Mountain, but I don't even have my roots."

Dig it out!”

First, we saw Wang Qiankun being lifted out of the cave by vines, and then we saw Si Teng controlling the vines to wrap around Wang Qiankun's mouth.

Yan Furui, who was at a loss what to do next, seemed to realize the identity of this woman. His lips were trembling for a long time and he did not dare to confirm.

He had always been the one shouting about the "Rong Clan, Rong Clan", but when the Rong Clan actually stood in front of him, he panicked.

Recalling an idiom that Wafang practiced in his homework book two days ago: Mr. Ye loves dragons, Yan Furui's legs began to tremble slightly: "You...are you the resurrected Si Teng that Master said?"

There was a hint of disgust in Si Teng's eyes. After decades, the hanging door had fallen to this point. She was not at all happy in her heart, but was actually a little bit unspeakably disappointed.

"Now that you know it's me, what else did your master tell you?"

"There is a booklet... You were mentioned above..." Yan Furui pointed to the study room tremblingly, indicating that the booklet was placed in the room.

When Zhou Ji walked into the study room, the first thing she noticed was the row of bookshelves behind the desk.

At this time, he was not too interested in the feud between Si Teng and Qiu Shan. He was listening to the conversation between the two and casually took out an ancient book to read.

Only now did he understand that the "Xuanmen" was not the "Xuanmen" he thought.

The hanging door concept of this world is not to become an immortal and achieve eternal life; it is to eliminate the Yu tribe and maintain humanity.

Differences in philosophy determine differences in practice systems. Even the elders of Xuanmen died at the age of 100, and their strengths were also uneven. Many young Xuanmen geniuses died at the hands of the Yuan clan, and even fewer of them died a good death.

Obviously, although this old Master Xuan named Qiu Shan accepted Yan Furui as his disciple, he did not leave any practice books. The books on the bookshelf were all strange stories and records, all of which had nothing to do with practice.

This not only puzzled Yan Furui, but also made Zhou Ji a little frustrated.

Through Yan Furui's mouth, he learned that the noisy and annoying Wang Qiankun outside was the descendant of Changming Mountain, another branch of Xuanmen. Master Tai once hunted down Si Teng with Qiu Shan, but it was passed down to his generation.

The inheritance is cut off.

Now Li Zhengyuan has passed away for many years, and Qiu Shan also disappeared suddenly more than ten years ago. Some of the remaining descendants of Xuanmen have changed their careers to become intermediaries, some are running rentals, some are practicing stalls in scenic spots, and some go out to work, just like Liao.

The Yu clan disappeared under the violence, and the Xuanmen slowly integrated back into the society during the decades that the Yu clan disappeared.

"I will not avenge your master on you. I am here this time because I need your help with something."

"Help, help! Definitely help! As long as we can do it, we will definitely help!" Yan Furui nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He quickly handed over a brochure and said flatteringly, "Miss Si Teng, this brochure contains information about you.

Please take a look at the record."

Seemingly noticing Zhou Ji's glance, Si Teng put down the action of taking the booklet, held up the shelf, and said coldly, "Read it."

Zhou Ji turned around and snickered, but felt a cold gaze piercing her spine. She couldn't help but cough slightly, and sat on the tea table next to the desk, looking through the miscellaneous notes in her hand as if nothing had happened.

"Si Teng... was mutated in the southwest in 1910. He was originally a white vine, commonly known as Guisuo. He is poisonous, good at twisting, and cruel in nature. He kills like-minded people, and he is in the limelight for a while. He never loses when he encounters an enemy. He cuts his teeth with like-minded people.

The color of the hanging door has changed. Fortunately, it was 1946..."

Because of nervousness, Yan Furui spoke the first two sentences tremblingly. When he finally talked about 1946, Yan Furui glanced at Si Teng and did not dare to say any more.

"What happened to 1946?"

Hearing Yan Furui's pause, Si Teng asked further.

"Fortunately, in 1946... Xuanshi Qiushan destroyed Si Teng and Yu Shen..."

Zhou Ji's movement of flipping through the pages suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his head to look at the booklet in Yan Furui's hand.

When I met Si Teng, although she didn't say it clearly, she was probably killed in 1937 and her body moved to Dana.

But what is written in Qiu Shan's book now is that he killed Si Teng in Shencheng in 1946.

In the intervening nine years, the 'Sito' that Qiu Shan killed was obviously the self that Si Teng had split off from.

"What?" Si Teng was also a little in disbelief and said in a deep voice, "Read it again!"

Yan Furui was so frightened by Si Teng's suddenly downcast expression that his legs went weak, and he said in a trembling voice: "Fortunately, in 1946...Xuan Shi Qiu Shan destroyed Si Teng and Yu Shen..."

"Read it again!"

"Fortunately, in 1946, Xuanshi Qiushan destroyed Si Teng and Yu Shen..." Si Teng did not say stop. Yan Furui could only continue to repeat this sentence, faster and faster. Zhou Ji frowned slightly.

, looking at Si Teng whose expression was constantly changing, he opened his mouth but did not stop Yan Furui.

"Hmph~! That's a good kill!" Si Teng's expression was very strange. At first, it looked like dull sadness, but only for a short time, it turned into an angry and charming one with a faint smile in his eyes.
Chapter completed!