Chapter 1855
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The fearless Ye Qinghan was finally scared. His face was pale and his limbs were trembling.
Kacha …
Ye Qinghan had just taken a step when he heard the sound of bones breaking coming from the weeds. He gently pried open the weeds and saw another corpse! It was unknown how long the corpse had been dead. The corpse had already decayed and there was no indication of its identity.
Phew!
Ye Qinghan exhaled a turbid breath. He looked at the deep and dark passageway and slowly walked towards the first row of rooms.
"It is better to believe in oneself than in gods. In such a situation, I can only help myself. Calm down, calm down!" Ye Qinghan held the Ruyi Bell. His eyes were like lightning as he muttered to himself, "My Yang energy is exuberant. With the True Dragon Fire Essence in my body, filthy things will not dare to come near me!"
Ye Qinghan was emboldening himself. As someone who did not believe in ghosts and gods, he was indeed panicking. This place was too strange. Even a room could trap him as though it was alive. He had never seen such an official residence before.
Such boldness was useless because the flute continued to entangle him, shrouding him in an evil aura.
Ye Qinghan pursed his lips as he slowly opened a room. He found that everything in the room had not been eroded by time. It was as though time had been frozen in this place.
Ancient books, a desk, pills, pill formulas, refining techniques, astrology …
Almost everything was there, and every single one of them was priceless. However, Ye Qinghan did not touch any of them. This place was not like the other Blessed Paradises.
"This junior did not mean to come here and disturb the senior's rest. Please do not blame me. If possible, senior, please let me out. I will never step in again …" Ye Qinghan muttered.
Unfortunately, there was no response. The room was so quiet that it made one's hair stand on end.
Sigh …
Ye Qinghan sighed. He searched carefully and then left the room. He searched several rooms in a row. They were either resting rooms or kitchens. There was nothing special about them. However, the flute continued to drag him forward.
Half a day later, he finally arrived at a solitary courtyard.
Creak!
Ye Qinghan pushed open the door and entered. The courtyard was very clean, as if someone had just cleaned it up. There was not even a single blade of grass. The immortal peach trees had grown for countless years, and the peach blossoms had fallen. Even the fruits had fallen to the ground, leaving only a few peach pits.
A pavilion was located at the front right of the room. There was a table and a few stone stools. It was very simple, but it had the beauty of simplicity.
The table was still as clean as if it had been washed. It didn't look like it had been abandoned for thousands of years. Ye Qinghan couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. He thought to himself, "Could it be that someone really lives here?"
"Junior Ye Qinghan has come to pay a visit. Is Senior in?"
His crisp voice reverberated in the courtyard, but there was still no reply!
HUM — — —
The slender flute suddenly let out a hurried sound. It was short and hurried, deafening, but very pleasing to the ear. It was as if an immortal was playing the flute, melodious and pleasant to the ear.
Ye Qinghan was startled. He looked at the flute in his hand. It was made from ordinary bamboo. There was nothing special about it. How could it have such great magical power?
"Could it be that I was mistaken? This isn't ordinary bamboo? " Ye Qinghan was secretly startled. The sound of the flute just now almost made him lose his soul. He lowered his head to look at the flute, then looked up at the old house opposite him. It was as clean as if it had been washed. It wasn't like the other houses that were filled with weeds and spider webs. There seemed to be someone living in this courtyard.
"Time seems to be restricted here …."
Ye Qinghan looked around and found something strange. The corner of his eye twitched. He thought to himself, "Could it be that my right eye has been twitching recently because of this?"
RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE!
Ye Qinghan lifted his foot and walked towards the main house. Just as he stepped onto the steps ….
CRACK!
BOOM — — —
Lightning tore through the darkness. The sound of thunder was deafening. Soon after, the sky was filled with dark clouds. There wasn't even a ray of light.
Ye Qinghan was alarmed. It was as if the heavens were warning him not to enter this room. But if he didn't enter, he couldn't leave. Reality forced him to go in and see what was going on.
CREAK ….
A terrifying sound came from the ancient door. The door opened and the room was dark and deep. It was like the entrance to hell. It was so dark that he couldn't see anything at all.
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
RUSTLE RUSTLE RUSTLE!
There was only the sound of Ye Qinghan's heartbeat and the sound of the heavy rain hitting the roof and treetops.
Ye Qinghan waved his hand, trying to control the flames to illuminate the room. But he couldn't control the flames! This was the Elemental Origin that he was best at. Having lost the ability to control the Fire Origin, Ye Qinghan couldn't bear it. Fear shrouded his heart.
Ye Qinghan groped around. His eyes were like torches. After a long time, he got used to the darkness. Finally, he could see a table. There was a candlestick on the table. The candle was only burning a little. There was a flint beside the candlestick.
Ye Qinghan quickly struck the flint and lit the candle on the candlestick.
WHOOSH!
The weak candlelight flickered in the wind and rain.
Ye Qinghan quickly closed the door. When he turned his head, he was stunned. The room was very simple. On the right-hand side was a screen. On the screen was a peerless beauty. It was so lifelike that it looked like she could walk out of the screen at any moment.
Ye Qinghan carefully sized up the beauty on the screen. She was dressed in white and her hair was as black as ink. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to speak. They were more beautiful than the stars and deeper than a black hole. Her exquisite face was like the work of God. It was as if it had been created by the Creator over countless years. It was already flawless. Any woman in front of her would feel ashamed of their inferiority. Even men didn't dare to look at her directly.
THUMP THUMP THUMP!
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath. His heart was beating faster and faster. He sized her up from top to bottom. The loose robe covered her perfect figure. But when he saw her slender and fair hands, Ye Qinghan nearly fainted!
The woman was holding a flute in her hand. It was the flute in Ye Qinghan's hands!
"As expected, this flute doesn't belong to that Battle Race clansman. It's something from this courtyard. That Battle Race clansman came to this courtyard before. He was scared to death!" Ye Qinghan muttered to himself as he carefully stared at the screen.
There were several paintings of the woman doing different things. Some of them were playing the flute, while others were of her practicing her sword. The sword moves were so familiar!
Ye Qinghan's pupils shrank. He realized that she was playing the Green Lotus Sword Song … No, it could be said that she was creating the Green Lotus Sword Song!
"The Green Lotus Sword Song was created by a woman?"
Ye Qinghan suddenly exploded. Such a powerful sword move was actually created by a woman. She had once killed an Eternal Being!
Ye Qinghan's hands were trembling. After seeing the screen clearly, he continued looking up. There was a wooden sword hanging on it. It contained endless vicissitudes of life, as if it possessed a 'spirit'! It was as if it had been used as a blood sacrifice by countless living beings for countless years. It had long possessed life.
At this moment, Ye Qinghan was truly afraid. There was no life in this ancient residence. Who would use blood as a sacrifice to this wooden sword?
He couldn't help but be afraid of the scene here. Perhaps even a middle level cultivator would be afraid!
Just as Ye Qinghan turned his head to look at the other things in the room, the woman behind the screen actually moved. It was as if she could really walk out of the screen.
A cold wind swept across his spine. Ye Qinghan quickly turned his head, but he didn't find anything. He couldn't help but feel cold all over as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
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