Chapter 112 Black Clothes “There is nothing in the world that I don’t know.”…
There was no candle in the house, the windows and doors were closed, and only a few faint rays of light were visible.
Xie Wuyang leaned against the bed, his brows slightly closed, and he sat cross-legged. He was very annoyed by what the disciple had just said.
I don’t know if everyone in the Wax Apple Sect has no good eyesight. First it was Jiang Shutong, and now it’s this cleaning disciple. They always easily poke at his sore spots and he can’t get rid of them.
Why mention Yun Wanzhou when there are so many other people to mention...
They had just... just...
Thinking of the unpleasant parting not long ago, Xie Wuyang felt more and more depressed. He simply cut his losses in time and found another excuse to divert his attention.
This search reminded him of the wax apple cemetery and the chaotic dream he had in the wax apple cemetery about five hundred years later.
Song Duoyan’s mural...
Xie Wuyang recalled that before he fell into confusion, the last time he saw Song Duoyan was her cold and strange eyes, and the eye-catching, enchanting and evil magic pattern on her forehead.
He had been troubled by Yun Wanzhou's affairs in recent days. When someone mentioned it today, he remembered many details that he had forgotten.
First there was the Nightmare Stone, then there was the mural with Song Duoyan engraved on it...
The secret room has been hidden under the tomb forest for so many years. Is it true that the successive leaders of the Lianwu Sect knew nothing about it?
What secrets are hidden in this wax apple sect?
It's like an interlocking spider web. The deeper you delve into it, the more bizarre and terrifying it seems. It's like a tangled mess with the thread ends clearly within reach, and no matter how hard you try, you can't untie it.
Xie Wuyang frowned, trying hard to connect the fragmentary clues he had recently received.
Just when I was lost in thought, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Xie Junior Brother, Xie Junior Brother, are you there?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Xie Wuyang's brows relaxed slightly, he collected his thoughts and went to open the door.
Fuzhitao was standing outside the door, looking at him with a smile on her face.
"Why are you here?" Too many things happened today, from Yun Wanzhou to the murals in the tomb forest, which consumed too much of Xie Wuyang's mind.
Now, facing the Peach of Fortune, I feel powerless and my mind is in a trance. Even the voice seems to be covered by a layer of fog.
"Master asked me to come." Fu Zhitao narrowed his eyes and smiled. "The matter of the murals in the cemetery has been a hot topic these days, and many disciples are panicking. Master wanted me to go over and investigate the murals together."
"Master...you want me to go?" Xie Wuyang was stunned, and couldn't help but feel that it was a bit ridiculous. "Am I still dreaming?"
The last sentence was so quiet that it was almost a whisper. Fuzhitao didn't hear it clearly. "What?"
"Nothing." Xie Wuyang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Are you sure the master is calling me?"
He had done such a heinous thing to Yun Wanzhou a few days ago, and had just spoken nonsense, but Yun Wanzhou was still willing to see him. I don't know whether I should say that he didn't care at all, or that he was really a good immortal who was calm, self-controlled and had a sense of righteousness.
"Junior Brother Xie, why do you ask that? Of course it's you." Fu Zhitao was confused and nodded. "Master should have arrived at the cemetery by now, waiting for Junior Brother Xie."
"I see." Xie Wuyang thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "Besides me, who else did Master call?"
Fu Zhitao said, "There should be Senior Brother Xu as well."
Xie Wuyang suddenly thought of something, and asked, "Is Sect Leader Jiang here?"
"It seems...here?" Fuzhitao said hesitantly.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Xie Wuyang felt as if he was pricked by a needle, and his whole body trembled. He immediately stepped out of the room with a breeze.
"Thank you for telling me, senior brother. I will go there right away." After saying that, he disappeared in the courtyard like a flash of smoke, leaving no trace.
It was really a joke. For a moment, he actually thought that Yun Wanzhou called him alone and wanted to take this opportunity to resolve the grudge between them.
Unexpectedly, Xu Pingsheng and Jiang Shutong were also called.
Aren’t you afraid that the Wax Apple Sect will be in dire straits and that even Jiang Shutong has evil intentions?
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The secret room in the tomb forest is full of rubble and ruins.
Xie Wuyang saw it from afar, and at one moment he jumped off the sword and stood steadily on a huge rock.
Zhuxie responded to the call and made a beautiful sword flower in Xie Wuyang's hand. He looked around and didn't see anyone, so he frowned slightly.
Since the secret room turned into ruins, the previous stone wall corridor disappeared, and the layout can be seen at a glance.
Aside from the desolate ruins, there was no one anywhere in sight, not even a living creature, let alone the shadows of Yun Wanzhou and his companions.
Could it be that it hasn't arrived yet, or maybe something else happened along the way and it was delayed?
Xie Wuyang jumped down from the boulder and searched among the rubble in the direction he remembered from last time.
Yun Wanzhou's worries were unfounded. The mural was extremely strange. If his guess was correct, it should be able to make people fall into a false dream.
But whether it was because of a spell cast on him or some other force was unknown.
As Xie Wuyang was thinking this, he saw something. He suddenly stopped, bent down, and moved the stone in front of him twice. With a light flick of his slender fingertips, a stone with complex lines and bright colors was revealed.
Because of the cracks, the stone was uneven and bumpy all around. The only part of its original appearance that could still be seen was the bright red spot in the center.
Xie Wuyang gently stroked the stone with his fingertips, and almost instantly, he figured out the origin of the stone.
It must be the magic pattern on Song Duoyan's forehead in the mural.
Although he had heard of Song Duoyan's face before, seeing is believing. Now that he saw with his own eyes the thing that was exactly the same as the one on his forehead, Xie Wuyang still felt a strange feeling in his heart.
It was as if something was pulling the two people together, leading them step by step towards the predetermined route.
Xie Wuyang shook his head, put aside these unfounded thoughts in his mind, put the stone in his arms, took out a piece of talisman paper from his waist, gathered spiritual power and drew twice on it.
Since Yun Wanzhou also wants to find out the truth, we might as well wait until he comes and then study Song Duoyan in detail.
Xie Wuyang opened his lips slightly and lit the talisman, "Disciple has arrived, waiting for Master."
After saying this, he raised his arm, and the talisman turned into a bright light, hovered around the ruins, flew away into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.
After receiving the message, Xie Wuyang turned around and was about to find a place to rest when he suddenly felt a familiar fluctuation of spiritual power behind him. When he turned around and looked back, a black shadow flashed by, as fast as the interweaving of light and shadow. If the breath was not too familiar, Xie Wuyang would almost think it was an illusion caused by his dazzled eyes.
This person is...
In a flash, Xie Wuyang's brows suddenly tensed, and he raised his foot to chase after him.
At the beginning, he realized that there was a restraint in his body. In order to break the seal, he went to Luohua Snow Mountain alone and almost died at the hands of an unidentified person. Fortunately, Yun Wanzhou came to his rescue in time, and he barely saved his life and broke the restraint.
Later, the Nightmare Stone was traced back to Jiang Lin because of the leader's token that fell from the man in black during the fight.
How could he forget this?
Seeing that the pursuit was fruitless and the man in black was about to disappear in the darkness, Xie Wuyang quickly took out a talisman paper from his waist and threw it at the man's back.
Spiritual power surged and sparks flew everywhere. Xie Wuyang muttered something, turned his arm, and threw out spiritual power, which resonated with the talisman paper. Suddenly, a spiritual fire rose up and landed on the waist of the man in black.
Even though the opponent had great magical powers, he could only repeat the blows repeatedly. He was not paying attention for a moment and was burned. He groaned, staggered twice, fell from the eaves, and landed heavily on the ground.
Xie Wuyang followed closely behind, his Zhuxie gleaming coldly as he grabbed the black-clothed man's neck, "Who are you?"
The man in black tilted his head slightly, revealing his masked face. His pupils were cold and sinister. It was unknown what he had seen before he gave a sinister smile. "You should ask yourself, who exactly is this?"
"What do you mean?" Xie Wuyang tightened his grip on the sword.
He boasted that he could possess other bodies and revive spirits, yet the person before him had been unfathomable and difficult to understand since he appeared. Could it be that he knew him...
The hand holding the sword trembled suddenly, and when Xie Wuyang came to his senses, he was already covered in cold sweat.
The man under the sword showed no fear, gazing at him with curved brows. He lightly raised his hand to press the sword's tip against his neck, then pointed it aside. "You and I are of the same lineage, both with demonic blood flowing through our veins. Could it be that you've been an immortal for so long that you've forgotten who you are?"
"How do you know?" Xie Wuyang exerted force on his wrist, and the sword tip cut a bloody mark on the black-clothed man's fingertips. Blood beads oozed out, dyeing the area red, but the other party seemed unaware of it, and the interest in his eyes became more and more intense.
"There is nothing in the world that I don't know." The man in black said arrogantly.
Xie Wuyang sneered, his eyebrows raised, "You know everything? How arrogant! If you really knew everything, why would you risk sneaking into Lianwu? Why would you..."
A dark light flashed in Xie Wuyang's eyes. He suddenly bent down and looked directly into the eyes beneath the mask. "Why should I give up Jiang Lin and the Nightmare Stone to protect your identity?"
"Oh?" The man in black raised his voice and clapped his hands twice in praise. "You guessed right. You are a rare smart man."
Then his voice dropped, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Then why do you want to guess why I came to Lianwu this time?"
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and spoke word by word, "So, for, the, Nightmare, Stone."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly gathered spiritual power in his right hand and slashed out with a palm like a tidal wave, hitting the black-clothed man's chest directly.
Amidst the loud bang, the man suddenly smiled strangely. Xie Wuyang was startled and before he could withdraw his hand, his spiritual power came crashing down and passed through his chest.
The man in black turned into a ball of black mist and slipped into the crack of the door in the blink of an eye.
With a loud "boom", the earth collapsed and the rocks cracked.
Xie Wuyang was forced to take a few steps back by the backlash of the spiritual power that burst into the ground, and staggered to steady himself.
A wisp of black mist lingered on the edge of the Zhuxie Sword, spreading and growing like a vine, inch by inch.
Just as it was about to wrap around his fingertips, Xie Wuyang suddenly regained his composure and swiftly released a slash of sword energy, scattering it. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, the black fog began to gather again, as if it had eyes, and "whoosh" it found its way towards the man in black.
Xie Wuyang was shocked so much that his chest ached. He frowned and followed closely behind.
The place was deserted to human eyes. It was clearly daytime, but there was no sign of life. Only a few bird calls flew by, which seemed to be blocked by something in the disturbed state and echoed in the air.
Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think about it, he raised his hand and pushed open the closed door. In an instant, the dust accumulated on the door frame covered the sky and rose up in a cloud.
Xie Wuyang covered his mouth and nose, raised his hand to fan away the dust, and with his blurred vision, he could barely see the layout of the room.
The room was empty, with cobwebs everywhere, as if no one had lived there for a long time. Only a few scattered candle flames condensed from spiritual energy were left, flickering, looking pitiful and useless in the bright daylight.
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