Immortal Voices

Su Xuan and Ye Wenchun immediately looked at Fan He, waiting patiently for Fan He to continue.

This place is too weird, and no details can be missed. If the news of the empress is lost because of some small details, they will be blamed.

Fan He carefully recalled the various classics recorded in the sect, organized the language, and said, "Only in the rumor is forgetting worry, such a deceptive taste. A hundred years ago, it was made by a monk for his beloved girl. "

She looked slightly regretful: "Later it was heard that the girl had been killed, and the monk's grief poured all the worries into the nearby river. When the local drinker woke up, he forgot everything Worry, forget the most important person in their hearts. "

"Since then, anyone who wants to forget all the troubles will go to that river to drink that forgetfulness. After that river dries up, there is no more forgetfulness in this world." Fan He also had some doubts, why Forgetfulness will appear here.

Ye Wenchun booed, "It is a beautiful but regrettable story."

After a pause, his eyes fell on this Wang Jiuquan, and he asked in wonder: "Where is that monk?"

Fan He shook his head and said, "It is said that he disappeared with the body of his beloved, maybe he is dead."

"This is impossible," Su Xuanshen said. "If he is dead, what explanation does this spring forget?"

Ye Wenchun thought about it, and asked, "I heard that the family whose heart was exalted was also destroyed 1,600 years ago?"

Fan He nodded: "That's true."

Ye Wenchun looked at Su Xuan and asked, "Su Master, what can you think of?"

Su Xuan picked up a stone and bounced out. The stone was stopped by the enchantment outside Jiuquan.

He froze with an ice cube and said, "The sweetheart of that monk is also a tribe who respects the Lord."

"The monk is likely to be used by the prince to rest his heart, maybe he has already become a demon, and this can explain why the worries no longer appear in the world will appear here." Ye Wenchun's expression was sure. Came to such a conclusion.

Immediately, he inquired towards Fan He: "Have you ever been hostile to the demon Xiu Zong for so many years, have you ever seen a demon like a monk?"

Fan He's face changed: "Left care method."

She couldn't believe it, and murmured in her mouth: "It turned out to be Zuo Fa Fa, Zuo Fa Fa is actually the legendary monk who forgot to worry, why no one thought about it, how could this be possible?"

Su Xuan was impatient with her thoughts: "There is nothing impossible, a demon, a monk, very few people can connect them, and you are not expected to be normal."

Fan He: "..."

Su Xuanchao said to Ye Wenchun: "Ye Xiang, this restriction is in your hands."

Ye Wenchun said with a dark face: "Did you forget that the little stone in your hand just hit a little and the enchantment was activated. Then you asked me to solve it?"

Su Xuan's ears heard the neat and orderly footsteps, calmly said: "Only you can understand this."

Ye Wenchun snorted coldly and accepted the compliment, which was not a compliment. Then he looked up at the place where the sound was made.

After the enchantment starts, no one can say what will happen.

Thousands of pottery figurines were the ones who never wanted to be seen.

These guards were all wearing weapons and armor, staring at the front with a stunned glance. It seemed that as long as the unintentional guest broke in, they would directly slay and kill people.

Su Xuan and Ye Wenchun looked at each other, very surprised.

"This main cemetery is very important. There are many organs and various arrangements hinder our steps. Now even the guards have appeared." Ye Wenchun watched the figurine stop in front of the wine pond, his eyes flashed.

As soon as the words fell, his vast consciousness had all the formations here in mind, and he immediately thought of a solution.

His hands printed quickly, and the layers of obscure energy fluctuations spread around the wine lake.

The stance of the pottery figurine's attack stopped immediately, and two steps back to return to their original post.

"Go, look inside." Ye Wenchun said.

Su Xuan and Fan He followed closely behind, and the three carefully passed over the guards and headed towards their heartfelt guardianship.

Beyond the guard, there are rows of burial chambers. The decoration of these burial chambers is not only the same, even the coffins are the same, but the names on each coffin are different.

In front of the coffin, there is a pottery lady, who seems to be waiting for the people in the coffin to come out and come out at any time.

A faint cold wind blew, and Fan He shivered, his lips turning pale: "Then, the person in that coffin won't come out?"

Ye Wenchun smiled gently and said, "Dead people won't wake up, don't be afraid of little girls."

Fan He moved his feet in the direction of Ye Wenchun, and then he felt relieved.

Su Xuan glanced at Ye Wenchun, with some surprise in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiang, this old and shy, would even attract young girls.

Ye Wenchun apparently saw something in Su Xuan's eyes. His face was black and he didn't speak with a cold hum.

After walking through the burial chamber, the three of them finally came to the main cemetery and stood outside the main cemetery. The coercion made the three hearts jump.

"Listen," Ye Wenchun said suddenly.

Su Xuan closed her eyes and listened intently.

‘Oh, dad. ‘A small sound came into his ear, and his pupils shrank sharply.“ It ’s a heartbeat. ”

Although it was slight, it took a long time to beat, but it must be true that the heartbeat was right.

Fan He's face paled instantly, heart, heartbeat?

Except for the three of them, how can there be a heartbeat in the whole dead city.

"Let's go in," Ye Wenchun said.

Fan He reached out and had time to hold Ye Wenchun. Ye Wenchun had already walked in.

Fan He looked panic for another moment, and she quickly chased after Ye Wenchun. In this weird place where the scalp was numb, only the senior Ye could give her a little sense of security.

Behind her, Su Xuan gave them a slight glance and walked in.

Ye Wenchun first stepped into the main cemetery, and the eyes were hundreds of coffins.

He sighed and sighed, "These should be the masters of the city's main government."

These coffins were engraved with a personal name, neatly arranged, and the white funerals hanging from the tomb were shaking gently, as if they knew someone was coming and welcomed them gently.

"Ye Xiang, look." Su Xuan cried suddenly.

It seemed that he was very surprised, and even Ye Xiang's honorable title was called out for a while.

Ye Wenchun quickly walked towards him, and saw Su Xuanzheng standing in a cemetery behind the coffin. The cemetery was filled with spiritual cards, and the name of the dead was written on each tablet.

Ye Wenchun's face changed slightly, because the first words of those tokens were all Rong.

That was their national surname, the royal surname, and there were hundreds of people here.