"Tired, aren't you?" asked the old woman, her tone still very kind, as if her own mother was caring for her child. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's fine. "Wushuang reluctantly responded. "Mother-in-law, where are you taking me in the middle of the night?"

"Take you to meet someone, a woman who has been waiting for you for thousands of years!" the old woman's tone changed from kind to cold, and the sound of Wushuang straightened goosebumps.

"You...... Don't joke with me, aren't you the only living person in this village......? How come there are still people who have been waiting for me for thousands of years?"

The old woman turned her head, looked at him with cold eyes, and said word by word: "Kuixing is reincarnated, the earth dragon is born, child, you should know your fate yourself." Your birth was not accidental, and a friend of the ancestors left a last word, saying that you must pass through this place thousands of years later, and that the ancestors must take you to meet 'her'. ”

Wushuang shuddered, the friend of the Yellow Emperor, thousands of years ago, who was waiting for me?

The old woman was carrying a red lantern in her hand, and the red lantern was swaying back and forth by the mountain wind, and the old elder who pulled the shadows of the two looked particularly strange in this silent moonlit night.

Wushuang simply relaxed, he came here, he couldn't go anyway, it was better to see what happened, he had just experienced the catastrophe of life and death, and he was not bad for this trembling. If people have really waited for themselves for thousands of years, then they really should see it. I just don't know if it's a ghost, or is it a bone slag?

They went farther and farther, and at last the old woman, surnamed Gongsun, took him to the hill on the west side, opposite her house, where there stood a small temple, and the walls of the small temple were covered with hay, broken bricks, and cobwebs.

This is supposed to be an ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is also called the temple in the north, and many ancient ancestral halls in the south also have the custom of worshiping the bones of the ancestors, or make the Buddha in the flesh to worship.

"This ...... This is ......?" Wushuang stood in front of the ancestral hall and thought to himself, isn't this the ancestral hall of your Gongsun clan? It must be Gongsun Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor who is enshrined in it? Why are you bringing me here? What is it? Did I have a grudge against the Yellow Emperor thousands of years ago? The old lady wants to slash me here?

"Child, go, she's been waiting for you for too long!" The old lady stretched out her hand and pushed Wushuang's back, although the strength was not big, but Wushuang couldn't catch off guard, so she couldn't be pushed down by her, and staggered into the courtyard gate of the ancestral hall.

When he looked back, the old woman was standing in front of the ancestral hall with a lantern, and she didn't want to come in.

"Go, go, go in and see you. ”

Wushuang took a step forward in surprise, and then turned to look at the old woman, who still smiled and nodded. It shouldn't be dangerous, right?

At this moment, I heard a squeak...... The wooden door of the ancestral hall opened by itself...... As soon as the wooden door of the ancestral hall opened, a yin wind blew out inside, blowing his hair on end, it was a real cold and cold wind, so cold that it almost froze in an instant, even if he was a northeasterner, he was a little uncomfortable.

There are no ghosts and ghosts in the ancestral hall, there is no corpse, the moonlight shines obliquely on the main hall of the ancestral hall, there is a clay sculpture in the center, the clay sculpture carving process is very exquisite, the facial expression of the clay sculpture is lifelike, it is simply expressive.

It was a woman in a plain white dress, she was cold and solemn, and her eyes showed a cold aura, like an iceberg beauty. Especially her cold eyes, which make every man unable to extricate themselves from it, this cannot be described in any beautiful words, this is not only beautiful, but an aura, from her eyes it seems that her heart has been frozen can be seen.

"Hmph...... Huh-huh...... Haha......" A woman was smiling coldly, and Wushuang looked back, but the old woman was long gone.

It's not that the old woman is laughing, judging by the woman's voice, she will not be more than thirty years old, and this laughter is very familiar, as if it is......

"Ann...... Antomei?" he said.

Doomed, he couldn't escape, he thought that after escaping from Ghost Ridge, he completely got rid of Antumei, and she helped Antumei find the Qingdi, and the grievances between the two could be regarded as a write-off. It seems that he is too naïve, and his perfect shell, Antumé, does not want to give up.

"Do you think it's all over? Do you think you can be freed by helping me find Qingfu? Don't forget, you woke me up, do you want to escape? Even if you chase me to the ends of the earth, you can't escape. Antu's beautiful ghostly voice echoed in his ears all the time. The clay sculpture in front of him was extremely cold, and a powerful aura pressed Wushuang almost out of breath.

He didn't choose to retreat, it was useless to retreat, she was the Four Emperors of the Ancients, as long as she woke up, no one would be able to escape from her clutches, not even him!

"You still won't let me go? I thought we were even. Wushuang hugged his shoulders and said calmly, lighting a small cigarette as he spoke.

"It's just our grudges in this life!" isn't it true that your ancestors haven't recovered your memories from a few lifetimes ago?" the cold voice asked him.

"How many lifetimes ago? Did we know each other? What did I owe you?"

"You negative man, if it weren't for you, how could I end up like this? If it weren't for you, how could I be my brother who unified the Central Plains? Do you really think that this can be written off? I have been waiting for you for thousands of years, and finally, you finally found it, it is my brother, it must be my brother who is blessing me and letting me meet you again!"

A yin wind blew out from the ancestral hall of Antumei, and the power of the yin wind was not too big or small, as if a pair of cold hands were caressing Wushuang's handsome cheeks.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about, if it's really what I owe you in my previous life, Wushuang is in front of the Divine Venerable, and with your power, you can take my life. ”

The cold wind swirled in the air, circled around Wushuang's back, pushed forward, and directly pushed Wushuang into the ancestral hall and stood in front of the statue of Antumei.

Bang bang...... The wooden door of the ancestral hall was closed, and it was not only the door that was closed, but the separation between the two worlds of yin and yang.

A shadow walked out from behind the statue, countless beautiful seven-petaled snowflakes fell from the top of the head, and the ancestral hall was extremely poignant reflected by the cold light of the snowflakes. The woman was tall and cold, and she was wearing a thin white gauze skirt that could not be thinner, and even her flawless body could be faintly seen.

She approached Wushuang step by step, her eyes permeated with mysterious emotions, like love, hatred, and more like mocking his incompetence at the moment. Wushuang once again felt the biting coldness, the energy that could destroy the world. He wanted to go, but he couldn't, the ice under his feet was already frozen and he couldn't move.