Under the narration of the old village chief.

Only then did Fu Shiyi learn that her eldest sister had died of illness five years after she disappeared. However, she had never known that her eldest sister was terminally ill. It was obvious that her eldest sister had deliberately hidden it from her, so no wonder she kept delaying the marriage.

"Sister Eleven, it'll be good if you come back. It'll be good if you come back. When Sister Meiya sees you, I guess her resentment will be eliminated and she will be reincarnated."

When the old village chief saw Fu Shiyi, he didn't want to talk about his affairs in detail.

After a few words, he walked away with his crutches, leaving space for the Fu Shiyi sisters.

After Lao Dao withdrew.

The courtyard has returned to its previous calm.

"Sister."

With a sense of luck, Fu Shiyi gently opened the bedroom where the two sisters lived, only to see that decades had passed, but the room was spotless, and the furnishings were the same as the morning she left home for Luoxia Mountain.

, the only thing that has changed is that I can no longer see that busy figure.

"Sister."

Fu Shi's eyes heated up, and tears rolled down to the ground.

At this time.

A dark wind blew through the house.

Fu Shiyi's eyes lit up, thinking that Meiya had recognized him, but Yin Feng did not stay by her side, but turned into the backyard.

Fu Shiyi followed.

But I saw the rabbit pen in the backyard. The broom was hanging alone in the air, as if someone was holding it, sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground. There were no rabbits in the pen anymore.

After sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground.

Fu Shiyi felt the dark wind blowing past him again, but he came to the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans rang out in the kitchen. Before the sun rose the next day, the sound of pots and pans rang out again in the kitchen.

Then the dark wind drifted to the top of Luoxia Mountain.

Apparently Meiya is repeating the days when she sent Fu Shiyi to blacksmith every day.

"Sister~"

Fu Shiyi couldn't bear it anymore.

He covered his mouth and cried out.

She ran towards the sycamore forest down the mountain. In her subconscious mind, Grandpa Zhang would be able to solve the problem. However, when she ran down the mountain, she found that the sycamore forest had disappeared.

She could never find that thatched hut.

"Grandpa Zhang, Grandpa Zhang!!"

.........

Wuxin Castle.

Fu Zhihong, who was sitting in the formation healing his injuries, opened his eyes first.

He seemed to feel something, and looked at Fu Shiyi, who was guarding him, but saw tears in his eyes and a look of pain on his face. Fu Zhihong felt a pang in his heart.

Get up from the ground.

When he came to Fu Shiyi's side, he found that his soul had been separated from his body for a long time, and he had obviously fallen into some illusion:

"Eleven, wake up, wake up!"

Fu Zhihong called out several times.

But Fu Shiyi had no reaction:

Fu Zhihong couldn't wake up Magu when he saw her, but Magu always had a happy smile on her face. Fu Zhihong couldn't help but feel uneasy:

"What on earth happened?"

The rest of the tribe were meditating to heal their injuries.

They woke up one after another.

Sanniang's heart became entangled, she carefully observed the situation of Fu Shiyi and Magu, and then she suddenly had an idea:

"Clan leader, I see that their situation is similar to when the Wudan illusion was opened in the clan. They should have been involved in some illusion."

It’s just that Wudan Fantasy is a place of inheritance.

There are no additional dangers inside.

Moreover, once they are deemed to have no qualifications for alchemy, they will be sent out of the illusion. I don’t know what kind of illusion Fu Shiyi and Magu entered.

At this time, the sun rises again in the sky outside.

The little devils flying around were planted in place the moment the sun rose, and turned into strange flowers and plants.

Fu Zhihong frowned:

"We don't have much time to stay in the secret realm. If Eleven and Magu fail to wake up in time, and their bodies are transported out, but their souls stay here forever, it will be terrible.

Got it!"

"What should we do, patriarch?"

Sanniang was worried. If she had known she would not heal her wounds, she would stay with Fu Shiyi. At least they could enter the fantasy world together and have a companion. Magu didn't know if she could rely on him.

Fu Zhihong said nothing.

But with a wave of his hand, the door outside the castle slowly opened, and the key inserted on it turned into a thin stream of smoke and disappeared.

Fu Zhihong looked at the other people and said:

"Before nightfall, we must leave Wangsixiang. Before that, Zhifei, you must find a way to find a flaw in the formation. This formation can isolate and teleport. When the time is up, if we can't get out, then.

........."

They will die in this secret realm.

And now the time is left for them.

There is only one day!

The uncle suddenly felt a lot of pressure. He called his ninth uncle, tenth uncle and fifth uncle to help, leaving only Fu Siyuan, Fu Zhihong and Sanniang in Wuxin Castle.

"Siyuan, Sanniang, you two go to other castles together to search and see if you can find anything. However, you must be careful. If there is danger in the castle, don't enter."

Sanniang is worried about Fu Shiyi.

Before she could speak, Fu Zhihong said:

"Don't worry, I'm staying here just to wake up Eleven and Magu. Don't worry about this place."

Wait until Sanniang and Fu Siyuan leave Wuxin Castle.

Fu Zhihong waved his hand.

The gate outside the castle was closed again.

He patted the storage bag, and a wooden box appeared in his hand. The pain in Fu Zhihong's face flashed away, and a magic formula was hit on the wooden box. In a flash of sunlight, an incense candle was placed on the ground.<

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The incense stick has not yet been lit.

There is a refreshing fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed.

Fu Zhihong divided the incense stick into eight pieces, placed them around Fu Shiyi and Magu An, and sat in the middle. With a flick of his wrist, a little fire suddenly ignited from his sword finger:

"Boom!"

With a wave of his sword.

The eight incense sticks lit up instantly.

Fu Zhihong waved the sword finger of his right hand in his left hand, and blood flowed out instantly. He drew the talisman in the void with blood, and when the talisman condensed, it suddenly penetrated into the eyebrows of Fu Shiyi and Magu.

After everything is ready.

Fu Zhihong made a secret gesture with both hands.

He began to recite the incantation silently.

As the sound of the spell became louder and louder, the runes between Fu Shiyi and Magu's eyebrows suddenly began to heat up.

.........

Blacksmith Village.

Fu Shiyi searched for several months in Luoxia Mountain, but could not find any trace of Grandpa Zhang. He seemed to have disappeared from this world.

Fu Shiyi was impatient and had no choice but to go back.

She opened a blacksmith shop in her home, specializing in making ironware for the villagers. Every early morning, she would accompany Malt's soul to the top of Luoxia Mountain.

So day after day.

Fu Shiyi's skills were so good that the iron tools she made were not only popular in the blacksmithing village, people from all over the country asked her to make them forged. She gradually became famous and bought three-in-three-out irons in the town.

’s big house.

But Mei Ya can no longer enjoy it.

Time flies.

Decades have passed.
Chapter completed!