Chapter 199

Siming The cold imperial mausoleum was filled with a dangerous atmosphere, more dangerous than the last time she came. A thin girl walked through the passage cautiously.

Behind her, another man dressed as a scholar followed her more carefully. If he fell behind her by a few steps, he would be corroded by the bloody evil spirit.

His washed-white robe was corroded and rotten in many places, which made him sigh: "Your third senior brother is really unconscious and only recognizes you!"

Guan Shengsheng nodded gently and said: "This is a blessing in disguise."

This is her second time entering the imperial mausoleum of the Xuanyuan clan. The last time she came, she came for Chen Changsheng's corpse. She accidentally made a noise and was discovered by the guards.

But fortunately, she was not injured after breaking into the imperial mausoleum. Instead, all those who tried to catch her were killed by the evil spirit spreading from Chen Changsheng.

The evil spirit that should have been fatal bypassed her, which made Guan Shengsheng ecstatic at the time, thinking that Chen Changsheng still retained consciousness and knew that she had come.

Unfortunately, in the end, it was still in vain.

But when she came again today, Guan Shengsheng came with hope.

She shuttled through the passage carefully and quickly. When she reached the gate leading to the altar, the storyteller stopped and said, "I can't go in anymore. It's very dangerous to go in. I can only leave it to you."

He keenly noticed that there was a strong ghost spirit behind the gate, which formed a thick fog of black and red with the blood-red evil spirit.

Just standing at the gate, she could no longer see clearly what was inside, including her consciousness was blocked out.

"Okay, I'll go in and carve the formation."

Guan Shengsheng nodded, and plunged directly into the extremely dangerous thick fog. She was obviously a very cautious and vigilant person, but facing such danger, she was not afraid at all.

She trusted her brothers and sisters very much. No matter what they would become, she was sure that they would never hurt herself.

And as far as it can be seen now, the others are indeed worthy of her trust.

"What a silly but smart little girl."

The storyteller sighed softly. He knew very well that the dead Chen Changsheng had turned into a very dangerous thing, and everything about him was extending the fate of the entire Great Zhou.

In this process, he gradually merged into the dragon veins of the Great Zhou. He did not become the emperor of man during his lifetime, but he became the underground master of the entire Great Zhou after his death. Countless dead souls merged into the earth and turned into his power.

Chen Changsheng now has no consciousness but only instincts, like a wild beast, very dangerous and deadly, but now he is still sealed here, and he will never be reborn.

But if Guan Shengsheng's plan succeeds in the future, Chen Changsheng's power will be combined with the destined destruction of the mortal realm, and he will be able to turn the world upside down and become the master...

"Meow~"

Just as the storyteller was thinking, a soft cat cry came from behind him. He turned around and saw a white cat floating in the air, tilting its head and staring at him in confusion.

"Dream tapir?"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows and took a look inside: "Are you here to absorb resentment?"

The dream tapir twitched its nose and stepped back vigilantly: "You have the aura of that guy on you, meow~"

It said, its eyes sweeping across the storyteller's waist. The storyteller was dressed very shabbily, his clothes were washed to a pale color, and his sleeves were empty, with nothing.

But a golden light flashed in the beast's pupils, and the cold eyes swept across his waist again. The white brush and book, which seemed to be made of jade, were hanging in between. The beast's pupils suddenly shrank: "You are Siming!!!" As soon as

these words fell, the dream tapir's hair stood on end, and it stared at the storyteller with great vigilance: "Why are you here? Could this be your handwriting again?"

Its voice became shrill and a little frightened.

The storyteller pondered for a long time, glanced at the thick mist, and nodded gently: "Probably... kind of."

"Your tone is wrong, you are not Siming cat!"

The dream tapir squinted its beast's pupils and stared at him for a long time, and a strange expression appeared on its cute cat face.

"If you were Sima Ming, I would have been dead when we met just now."

The storyteller did not answer it directly, but said lightly: "It doesn't matter whether I am Sima Ming or not. What's important is that you should not come to the mortal realm again in the future. This is not a place you can handle. It's best to stay away."

"I won't listen to you, meow~"

After confirming that the other party was not Sima Ming, the tapir plucked up the courage and stopped maintaining a timid look. It provocatively stuck out its tongue at him, meowed, turned around and dived into the darkness, its figure turned into white mist, and completely dissipated in it.

"You really don't listen to me. It's rare that I gave you a reminder."

The storyteller picked up the book with regret, flipped through it and took a few glances. The ending of the tapir did not change at all.

It looks like the tapir is destined to be captured and become a pet.

Tsk, I wonder how angry it will be then.

The storyteller smiled slightly, but his eyes were still cold. He sat down casually, quietly opened the book, and read slowly.

Although he had read it countless times and knew every word and every sentence in it by heart, he still read it word by word.

Guan Shengsheng carved out the formation, which would take three days. It was just right to take advantage of this time to continue to see if there were any loopholes that could be drilled.

Fate cannot be changed, so look for loopholes.

"This is the third and last chance, Guan Shengsheng, I hope you can succeed."

The storyteller's voice was very indifferent, calm without a single fluctuation.

Three days later, Guan Shengsheng walked out with her hands on the wall, looking pale and listless, but her eyes were amazingly bright.

"If your master saw you like this, they would be very angry."

The storyteller closed the book, stood up, held her hand, and injected her with spiritual energy.

"It's okay, they can't see it."

Guan Shengsheng wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her face and hands were a little dirty. She subconsciously looked at the storyteller's washed white clothes, which were much cleaner than hers.

Seeing her restless mind at a glance, the storyteller was speechless, took back his hand that was injecting spiritual energy into her, and refused: "...Don't even think about it, this is all I have."

Guan Shengsheng said, "How shabby."

She just took a look and didn't really plan to do anything, so why was she so cautious?

The storyteller smiled and replied, "You're almost there, really dirty." He

was still able to make a joke, and it looked like he had successfully carved out another formation.

Guan Shengsheng didn't take it seriously, and took out a piece of blueprint from her clothes and opened it: "The formation carved now is still not enough, the combined power is not good, and we can't turn this world around. We have to continue looking for a new formation eye."

The storyteller reminded her: "Your 'destiny' is not far away."