Marie Yu's scream lasted for a while before stopping. Fei Xiaoyu threw away the broken wooden stick and gasped heavily. He probably was a little tired of beating.
There are many broken wooden sticks on the ground. Logically, most people don’t have so many with them, probably to prevent problems before they happen.
Mariss Yu was covered in blue and purple, and he fell to the ground with his belly straight, like a dead fish. Fei Xiaoyu kicked away the quibbling stick and glared at Mariss Yu on the ground angrily.
"You're looking for trouble if you're okay." Qian Lingxue twisted Long Wenmu's waist, and even she couldn't stand it anymore.
He is so familiar with Long Wenmu, and even knows how many moles he has on his body. How could Qian Lingxue not hear what Long Wenmu is the truth or what lies? I don’t know what kind of grudges he has with Dashang Yu. He always creates rumors about others, and makes them so miserable every time.
Last time, he talked about the blood knife Yu Laosi, which caused the man Yu to be beaten by Fei Xiaoyu. This time he talked about the matter of Miss Qin Ling, which made Marshal Yu be beaten again. It was really a revenge.
"I'm helping him." Long Wenmu was sitting upright, thrusting his chest with confidence.
Qin Ling was probably heartbroken there, so he stepped forward timidly and began to help Mr. Yu apply medicine.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see Qin Ling's secret feelings.
At the beginning, the two of them met on the ring, and later, Mariser Yu also helped Qin Ling to make a fuss. It is reasonable for Qin Ling to have a secret relationship. Anyway, what Long Wenmu said is not completely wrong.
"You said that you are helping him? You seem to like this too. Don't worry, I won't be restricted by you in the future. If you want to, you can try it." Qian Lingxue always speaks ruthlessly. She often speaks without emotion, but she always makes people feel a deep contempt.
Long Wenmu sniffed and glanced up with guilt: "Hehe, the weather is pretty good today."
The weather was good in the cave. Qian Lingxue gathered his sharp fingers and poked his waist a few times, making Long Wenmu feel cold.
The farce there has been settled. Although Qin Ling didn't dare to express it, the distance between him and Marshal Yu was much shortened. Fei Xiaoyu was angry at first, but after venting on Marshal Yu, he almost calmed down. At most, he would occasionally stare at Qin Ling and hum, but no more expressions were expressed.
This place gradually faded, and Long Wenmu finally regained his mind. He met Mr. Yu. He had known Marshal Yu that he had just gotten his wood and had peach blossoms falling on his body. When his brother helped him do this, he would have done his best. Whether he could grasp it depends on himself.
Although the approach is a bit detrimental, it doesn’t feel bad to be able to watch a good show, Long Wenmu thought to himself.
Retracting his gaze, he walked towards the woman in yellow who had been standing not far away, and nodding slightly.
"You guys are really interesting." The woman in yellow started to start, and her expression was no longer so stiff, and she smiled slightly.
The woman's breath is always quiet and cold, but now a smile is as warm and pleasant as the spring breeze.
Perhaps even she herself didn't know how long it took for her to laugh in the endless years.
Now that things have come to this point, Long Wenmu no longer hides his thoughts and said bluntly to the woman: "I have two speculations about you."
"No need to be reserved, but say it is."
"The first guess is that you are a survivor of the Yue family and the guardian of this tomb." Long Wenmu looked straight into the woman's eyes, "The second guess is that I guess... you are the person in the tomb."
Finally, he emphasized his tone when he said "the man in the tomb".
The woman looked at him with a smile, closed her eyes and nodded, and said, "The latter."
Long Wenmu's heart was shocked. No matter how speculation was, it was really shocking.
The people in the tomb tribe guard three tombs, but no one knows who is buried in the tomb.
During the period of the ancient family, Long Wenmu entered the tomb in order to be promoted to the great demon master, and at that time he witnessed a golden giant in the tomb. The golden giant should not be the tomb owner's original deity, but probably a trace of spiritual manifestation left behind.
That was the first time Long Wenmu had contact with the people in the tomb. It was because of that experience that he knew that even if a person died, he might achieve spiritual immortality in some form.
The woman in front of her was not as angry as a living person, so Long Wenmu had the bold guess that she was a man in the tomb. It was finally confirmed by the woman's personal confession.
Long Wenmu used to hear from the elders of the clan that the blood power of the tomb tribe comes from the sleeping people in the tomb. He met a woman a few times before, and he never felt hostile in his life. This is the reason.
"My body has long been destroyed in the endless years, and now I am just a remaining soul." The woman said bluntly without any intention of concealing her.
Everyone behind Long Wenmu listened to such an incredible thing in surprise.
If a person dies, his soul will also be destroyed. Even if a demon master is a god, it will be difficult for him to maintain his soul and soul after death.
Perhaps some people who specialize in soul cultivation, or those who have reached the peak of their strength, can maintain their souls after death, but they are definitely temporary. In addition, they may also be able to do it through some secret techniques or objects, but they will never last long.
The woman in front of me was the person in the tomb, and how long has this tomb existed? Thousand years? Ten thousand years? No, maybe it is much longer than that, so long that it is beyond estimation. After such a long time of baptism, she can still manifest herself in a human form with her soul power. Then what kind of existence should she exist during her lifetime?
This kind of existence has exceeded the scope of cognition. No one can estimate it or imagine it.
"I really want to know who you are buried in this tomb?" Long Wenmu expressed his doubts.
"The dead are just the dust and smoke of the past. The traces of my existence are no longer known to outsiders, so there is no need to investigate them in depth." The woman replied.
Didn't plan to talk about your identity?
"Why bring us here?" Long Wenmu asked, "It's fine if Gu Xuanyi and me, why are the others?"
I and Gu Xuan are descendants of the tomb tribe and have blood ties. It makes sense to be guided to this point, but what about the others?
"They know you, that's all." The woman said lightly.
"What is the purpose of bringing us here?" Long Wenmu continued to ask.
Beyond the ancient tree where the tomb is located, there should be a maze, and Long Wenmu had long noticed this.
Such a large ruin, without the guidance of a woman, Long Wenmu was really not sure that he could find it.
To be honest, his initial purpose was to find the location of the tomb, but he had no idea what to do after finding it.
The woman saw everyone and reached out to the direction of the tomb and tapped in the air. As she moved, a rumbling sound suddenly appeared.
It was like a golden scroll spreading out, and the tiny lights flew like fireflies. The evening bell ringed forever, magnificent and grand. Seeing the tomb door that had been closed for countless years, a crack was slowly cracked.
"That door is open!" someone exclaimed.
The door slowly opened, and a wild breath came out from the door. Bathed under this breath, everyone's nerves were excited. Inside and outside the door seemed to be separated by different spaces, and even the aura of the law was different. A door separates two completely different worlds.
Shocking, thrilling, excitement, everyone's mood is different.
"What is this for?" Long Wenmu asked back to his senses.
The door of the tomb opened, and he felt that flames were flowing in his blood vessels, and even the power of his blood was pulled.
The woman opened the tomb for no reason. Could it be that she wanted to wait for others to enter?
The woman lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head: "Three tombs have been broken by Jiuying. You don't understand what this means. Here we will give you something, and it is also to leave a slight hope when that day comes. I am already dead and I can't change anything. That's all I can do."
"What was taken away by Jiuying in the tomb?" There were many questions buried in Long Wenmu's heart for too long, and he couldn't wait to know the answer.
Why did the Heavenly Demon Jiuying stare at the tomb? What are these three tombs, who are the people buried inside, and why Jiuying comes? There are too many mysteries pressing on Long Wenmu's heart.
"Fate will not change due to any external force. Whether you know or not, you will witness that moment in the near future." The woman avoided the problem with ambiguous words.
Maybe I couldn't get the answer. The woman had no intention of solving her doubts, so Long Wenmu could only shut up.
"Are you saying let all of us in?" Yun Jia gradually understood the woman's intention.
The woman nodded: "But before that, I hope you can answer me a question."
"What's the problem?" Long Wenmu asked.
The woman paused, turned her back to the door, looking around everyone in front of her: "If one day in the future, you encounter an enemy that you cannot overcome no matter what, what will you do when that time?"
Everyone looked at each other.
An enemy that cannot be defeated? What is this problem?
A practitioner takes one step at a time, breaks through mountains and flows through rivers. No matter how high the enemy's cultivation is, as long as it is in the category of creatures, no matter how strong it is, it will have a limit. How could there be any saying that it cannot defeat this? Even if it is as strong as a heavenly demon, it will fall in the long river of history.
"This girl." Bai Hao stepped forward with his fists.
The woman looked at him: "In terms of seniority, the initial human race was not as good as me."
Bai Hao was startled, then embarrassed, and hurriedly changed his words: "It's the junior who is abrupt, so I should call you a senior."
"No need, let's be a girl." The woman said again, her tone calmly.
After all, she is still a woman. Even if she is a long-lasting existence, even if she only has a wisp of residual soul, she will not want to be called old.
Bai Hao pursed his lips and plucked his courage: "Girl, I have something to ask for advice. The girl said just now, let us answer your question. Is that what I am waiting for is related to what I have gained in the door?"
The woman nodded: "It's okay to understand this way. All sentient beings are like this, and different people have different answers. Everyone pursues different answers, so the gains are naturally different."