After a long while, Yin Miyan suddenly raised his head and laughed: "The little girl does have some courage, and she can compete with Kazama Ziyou back then, but - you are not her after all! She has lost her soul, and you are just his creation
A stand-in."
She pointed at the four walls of the house: "At most, you are luckier than these substitutes. You survived, but they were all destroyed..."
Wu Jiuzi's face remained as usual, but her fingers hidden in her sleeves felt a little cold. She had vaguely guessed what was going on, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to say something, just say it more clearly!"
"You want to know now?" Yin Miyan suddenly approached her: "Can't you guess it after seeing this?"
Wu Jiuzi's face turned a little pale, but he remained calm: "I can't guess! Maybe it's all your fault! These corpses were created by you to bluff people!"
"Haha, I did it? Little girl, you are quite good at finding reasons to comfort yourself! Okay, I'll let you see something again!"
Yin Miyan pointed his finger at the ice wall, which seemed to trigger a mechanism. There was a rolling sound inside the ice wall, and a large ice coffin slowly rose up from the ground.
This ice coffin was nearly twice the size of the other ice coffins around it. The four walls of the ice coffin were carved with complex patterns and very simple characters. Wu Jiuzi recognized it as a kind of corpse-suppressing curse...
Wu Jiuzi's heart was beating wildly, and the fingertips hidden in her sleeves were almost embedded in her flesh.
She had seen Kazama Liuxiang use this kind of corpse-suppressing spell before. After blessing this spell, the corpse can completely retain the appearance of the deceased, and it will not rot for a thousand years, and everything will be as alive as before.
There is also a person lying inside this big ice coffin, a stunning beauty.
Dressed in white clothes like snow, her eyebrows are as beautiful as picturesque. She has her eyes slightly closed, her long eyelashes lightly cover her snow-like skin, and her lips are light red. She looks like a sleeping beauty.
It seems that a gentle kiss from the prince will wake him up.
Wu Jiuzi looked at the beauty in the ice coffin and was in a trance for a moment.
The beauty in the ice coffin is no stranger to her, she is almost exactly the same as she is now.
The difference is that the other person has an ethereal and spiritual aura. After all, she has not yet become a fighting immortal, and there is still a ray of mortal aura between her eyebrows.
Also - the clothes this beauty was wearing were also familiar to her. She had seen such a set in the wardrobe of the palace on Misty Peak.
She was still wondering at the time, thinking it was left by some senior sister from the past, but now it seems that it should have been worn by the beauty in the ice hall...
And this beauty, the ice coffin, she had seen before, in the deep cave at the top of Mount Abby.
At that time, she entered a tomb as if she had been hit by a ghost. At the bottom of the tomb was the ice coffin and the beauty.
It was just that the ice coffin was embedded deep in the ground at that time, and she could not see the specific appearance of the ice coffin beauty for a while. But now that she saw the ice coffin now, she was extremely sure that the ice coffin in front of her was the ice coffin!
Strange! Isn't this thing hidden deep in the belly of Zhulong?
How did Yin Miyan get it?
Or is this a counterfeit?
That’s not right! No one else can imitate Fengjian Liuxiang’s corpse-suppressing curse!
No matter how calm she usually is, her heart is pounding at this moment.
It seems that a truth, a truth that she has never dared to touch, is slowly being revealed...