Because he remembered a stalk in a martial arts novel, a certain swordsman with superb swordsmanship likes to wrap the back of his sword with cloth strips.

One day, a challenger challenged the swordsman while he was eating.

Then the swordsman is gone.

The cause of death was that the cloth strips were inconvenient to remove...

Zhang Yuanqing then picked up the ancient book and bronze mirror, but no relevant information emerged.

He put the bronze mirror aside first, and carefully opened the yellowed and brittle booklet that was rolled up at the footer.

It says:

"It has been two and a half years since I entered the Sandaoshan Niangniang Temple. I have already learned to read and write. The senior brother said that when the master saves the souls of the dead and returns to the mountain, he can formally introduce me to practice the art of swallowing the moon and nourishing the soul. This is to become a night wandering god way to get started."

"The king of Yan rebelled, and the flames were everywhere. Master, as the strongest person in the lineage of the Yeyou God in Songfu, had to go down the mountain to save the dead. Otherwise, the war will not be settled, and the evil will come again, and the people will be even more restless..."

Zhang Yuanqing felt a little sore in his shoulder, rubbed it, and preliminarily judged that this was an essay, that is, a diary.

The contents of the diary are all the experience of the 'author' practicing and living in the temple. According to the handwriting, this diary and the paper on the corpse of the main hall come from the same source.

Through words like "Yanwang rebellion", the timeline is the history of the Jingnan battle.

But he is not sure whether this temple really existed in history, because the content of the essay contains unclear words such as "practice", "night tour god", "breathing technique" and "talisman".

Zhang Yuanqing moved his sore shoulders, scanned the room vigilantly, listened to the movement outside the room, and continued to read the essay after confirming that there was nothing unusual.

Soon, he turned to the continuation of the content of the main hall. The first few pages were torn off, and the continuation read:

"Sunset, it was finally dark, I heard a knock on the door, I hurriedly opened the door, the person standing outside the door was not the master, but the elder brother who disappeared last night."

"The elder brother who disappeared for a day and a night came back, but I didn't have any joy because...he was already dead, and what came back was a corpse. His chest was dripping with blood, and his heart was dug out by someone."

"Brother stared straight at me, he said: Don't trust Master..."

These few paragraphs are written crookedly. It is conceivable that when the owner of the essay wrote this content, his mentality exploded.

When Zhang Yuanqing turned to the next page, he found that there was no follow-up to the notes, and the owner of the diary never wrote a diary again.

"Hiss...what do you mean don't believe Master?"

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked by this reversal and felt chills in his heart.

Miao Zhu killed that senior brother? He is also the chief culprit for the disciples disappearing one after another? Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his shoulders, put the booklet back into the corpse's pocket, then picked up the bronze mirror, and was about to leave.

But when he glanced out of the corner of his eye and inadvertently glanced at the bronze mirror, his body stiffened suddenly.

The moonlight was like water, projected on the mirror, and his appearance was reflected in the bronze mirror, and on his back, there was a person lying on his stomach.

The man's face was pale, his lips were deep purple, and he had a pair of white pupils. He rested his head sideways on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, and those white pupils stared at him silently.

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The san value returns to zero on the spot.

A chill rose from the tailbone and went straight to Tianlinggai. Zhang Yuanqing was like a cat with fried hair, jumping high in place, and blurted out a national curse:

"Fucking muddy horse!" JrNovels.com