Ye QingHan, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, was finally afraid. His face was pale and his hands and feet trembled.


    Click


    Just as ye QingHan stepped out, there was a sound of broken bones in the weeds. He gently opened it and found another body! I don''t know how many years I''ve been dead. The body has decayed and has no identity symbol.


    Hoo!!


    Ye QingHan exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, looked at the deep and dark channel, and slowly stepped onto the room in the first row.


    "It''s better to believe in yourself than to believe in God. In this case, you can only help yourself. Be calm and calm!" ye QingHan held Ruyi bell, his eyes were as bright as electricity, and muttered to himself, "I''m strong in masculinity. The real dragon''s fire marrow is added. Filthy things never dare to come near!"


    Ye QingHan emboldened himself. If he didn''t believe in ghosts and gods, he was indeed a little frightened at the moment. It was so strange that he could trap himself in a room. It was like living. He had never seen such an official residence.


    This kind of courage is useless, because the flute always haunts him and the evil spirit envelops him.


    Ye QingHan slowly opens a room holding his mouth and finds that everything in the room has not been eroded by time, as if the time here has been prohibited.


    Ancient books, desks, pills, prescriptions, weapon refining, astrology


    There are almost everything. Each one is priceless, but ye QingHan doesn''t move these things. It''s no better than other caves.


    "I didn''t mean to come here and disturb the rest of my ancestors. Don''t blame me. If you can, please let me out and never step in again..." ye QingHan said.


    Unfortunately, there was no response. The silence in the room was appalling.


    Hey


    Ye QingHan sighed, searched carefully, then quit the room and found several rooms in succession, either a rest room or a kitchen. There was no special place, but the flute always dragged him forward.


    Half a day later, I finally came to a separate small yard.


    Squeak!


    Ye QingHan pushed the door and entered. The yard was very clean, as if it had just been cleaned up. There was not even a weed. Several immortal peach trees had grown for many years. Peach blossoms and even fruits fell to the ground, leaving only some peach stones.


    A pavilion is located in the right front of the room. There is a table and several stone stools. It is very simple, but it has a sense of beauty of simplicity.


    The table is so clean that it doesn''t look like no one has lived in it for thousands of years. Ye QingHan didn''t blow his hair and said, "is it really inhabited here?"


    "Younger generation ye QingHan came to visit. I don''t know if the elder can be there?"


    The crisp voice echoed in the yard, but there was still no echo!


    Chant————————


    The slender flute suddenly made a rapid sound. It was short and urgent. It was shocking and wanted to collapse, but it was very pleasant. It was like an immortal blowing the flute, melodious and beautiful.


    Ye QingHan was shocked and looked at the flute in his hand. It was just made of ordinary green bamboo. There was nothing special. How could it have such great magic?


    "Did I look out of sight? This is not an ordinary green bamboo?" ye QingHan was secretly frightened. The sound of the flute almost lost his soul. He looked down at the flute and looked up at the ancient house directly opposite. It was as clean as washing. Unlike other rooms, it was full of weeds and cobwebs. It seemed that there were still people in the yard.


    "Time here seems to be forbidden..."


    Ye QingHan glanced around and found that there was something strange here. The corners of his eyes jumped and said, "is it because of this that his right eye has been jumping recently?"


    Sasha!


    Ye QingHan raised his feet to the main house and just stepped up the steps.


    Ka!!


    Boom——————


    The lightning tore the darkness, the thunder was deafening, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, not even a ray of light.


    Ye QingHan was frightened and jumped, as if God was reminding him not to enter the room, but he couldn''t leave without entering the room. The reality forced him to go in and have a look.


    Squeak


    The ancient door made a terrible sound. The door was wide open. The room was dark and deep, just like the entrance to hell. It was dim and invisible.


    Dong Dong!!


    Sasha!!


    Only the beating of Ye QingHan''s heart and the heavy rain beat on the roof and tree tops.


    Ye QingHan waved to control the flame to illuminate the room, but he couldn''t control the flame! This is the source of his best element. He has lost the ability to control the source of fire. Ye QingHan is a little unbearable, and fear envelops his heart.


    Ye QingHan fumbled and was as bright as a torch. After a long time, he was used to the darkness. Finally, he could see a table. There was a candlestick on the table, and the candle burned a little. There was a flint next to the candlestick.


    Ye QingHan quickly struck the flint and lit the candle on the candlestick.


    WOW!


    The faint candle flickered in the wind and rain.


    Ye QingHan quickly closed the room. After turning his head, he was almost stunned. It was very simple around the room. There was a screen on the right, depicting a peerless beauty, lifelike, as if he could walk out of the screen at any time.


    Ye QingHan looks at the beauty in the screen carefully. She is dressed in white, her black hair is like ink, and her beautiful eyes are like talking. She is more beautiful than the stars and deeper than the black hole. Her exquisite face is like the ghost axe made by the creator for countless years. She is flawless. Any woman is ashamed in front of her, Even men have a feeling that they dare not look directly at her.


    Dong Dong!!


    Ye QingHan took a deep breath and his heart beat faster and faster. He looked up and down. His wide robe covered his perfect figure. However, when he saw her thin, white and tender palm, ye QingHan almost fainted!


    The woman holds a flute in her hand, which is the flute in ye QingHan''s hand!


    "Sure enough, the flute is not that of the war clan, but something in the yard. The war clan came to the yard and he was scared to death!" ye QingHan whispered to himself and stared at the screen carefully.


    Several paintings are women doing different things, some playing flute, some practicing sword. The sword moves are so familiar!


    When ye QingHan''s pupil shrinks, he finds that she is singing Qinglian sword song... No, or she is creating Qinglian sword song!


    "Qinglian sword song was created by a woman?"


    Ye QingHan suddenly blew his hair. Such a powerful sword move was created by a woman. She once killed the eternal!


    Ye QingHan''s hands are shaking. After watching the clear screen wind, he continues to look up and hangs a wooden sword, but it contains endless vicissitudes and has a ''God''! It seems that he has been sacrificed with blood by countless creatures for countless years and has already had life.


    At the moment, ye QingHan is really afraid. There is no life in the ancient house. Who will sacrifice this wooden sword with blood?


    He had to be afraid of the scene here. I''m afraid he would be afraid of a middle-level environment!


    Just as ye QingHan turned to look at other things in the room, the woman in the screen moved, as if she could really get out of the screen.


    A cool wind swept his spine. Ye QingHan turned his head quickly, but he didn''t find anything. He couldn''t help but feel cold all over, like falling into an ice cave.