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According to what Jin Hong said before his death, Zhong Linlang and Shen Suizhi decided to go to the attic.

Shen Suizhi has just come to the Demon Palace, and he is not familiar with the place here, so it is definitely unrealistic for him to go on an adventure alone, but Jiu Ci's suspicions are too heavy, how can he get away without being discovered by him is still a big problem.

Zhong Linlang sat at the table, looked at the teapot, and frowned in thought.

Shen Suizhi was not in a hurry at all, he turned in through the window as usual, walked to her side calmly, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

Seeing him continue to drink calmly, Zhong Linlang couldn't sit still: "How can you still drink?"

"?" Shen Suizhi glanced at her. Although she couldn't see the emotion in his eyes, she could hear the doubt in his tone, "Why can't I drink it?"

She sighed and ignored his rhetorical question: "Have you thought of a way to go to the attic?"

Shen Suizhi smiled sincerely: "No."

Zhong Linlang resisted the urge to beat him to death, gritted her teeth and smiled: "Then do you think I look like I have a good idea?"

Shen Suizhi really thought about it when he heard the words, "There is a not-so-good way, do you want to try it?"

Zhong Linlang looked at him suspiciously.

"Using blood as a guide, make a puppet." He looked at her quietly with his eyes moving slightly, "The puppet is contaminated with the Master's breath, so it can be fake."

It's just that the puppet technique is also a forbidden technique that consumes a lot of mana.Since it is a forbidden technique, very few people will use this method.

To be precise, I don't know how to use it.

However, Shen Suizhi has become a blockbuster if he has never made a sound, and he is even familiar with the spell of tracking, so it is not surprising if he says that he knows the puppet technique at this time.

Sure enough, the next second he volunteered, "I will."

Zhong Linlang nodded with great satisfaction, "You come."

After a while, Shen Suizhi looked at the puppet he created and was very satisfied.

"Does it look like you?" He gestured.

Zhong Linlang really looked at it seriously for a while, then frowned: "When did I dress so fancy."

Shen Suizhi said seriously: "It looks so pretty."

"..."

After all, the spell was successful, and she got out of Shen Xiangxie's door smoothly. Although Zhong Linlang was very disdainful on the surface, she wanted to secretly praise Shen Sui's genius behind her back.

After a lot of effort to break through the barrier of the attic, Zhong Linlang walked up the attic with ease. The attic at the top was still so small. When he opened the crumbling door, a puff of dust rushed in.

She couldn't help coughing several times, and even her eyes were gray.

Shen Suizhi raised his hand to wave away the dust for her, and walked in first by himself.

It is said that Fu Jingce's relics are stored here, but in fact there are not many things, just the pens, inks, papers and inkstones and various cups and cups he used.

It is said that seeing things thinks about people, but Zhong Linlang didn't feel much fluctuation when looking at these things, but somehow felt that as long as the things were there, he would be there.

Shen Suizhi could vaguely guess the relationship between this Goddess and the previous Demon Lord, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in his heart, but he didn't speak, just looked around.

"Let's look separately and see if there are any clues." Zhong Linlang dropped this sentence lightly, and then went to nowhere.

Shen Suizhi saw a nanmu cabinet and reached out to open the cabinet door, but his hands were ashes.

He shook his sleeves in disgust, but unexpectedly the cabinet door opened by itself, revealing only a gap, which looked a little strange.

He frowned, and pushed his hand in.

Suddenly, a pile of talisman papers poured out, and he was taken aback. The talisman papers fluttered and fell to the ground. He bent down to look, and found that the talisman papers on the talisman papers were broken halfway through, as if they were trying to imitate something. The way to draw the spell, unfortunately, I can't draw it right.

What kind of spell will it be...

He looked again carefully, and found that the order of these strokes was very similar to the drawing method of peace symbols.

But what does a good-looking demon king want a peace talisman for?And it still uses the drawing method of the Protoss, of course, I can't learn it no matter how I learn it.

He sneered from the bottom of his heart, but the moment his fingertips touched the talisman paper, the girl's clear voice flooded into his mind.

"I drew this safety talisman with my own hands. It can keep you safe and avoid evil spirits..."

Shen Suizhi froze for a moment, looked around, and found that no one was talking.

What was that voice just now?
He shook his head, but his right eye began to ache sharply.It was his blood pupil.

Shen Suizhi covered the white silk with one trembling hand, and propped the other on the table, even his breathing became short of breath.He could feel, as if some memory that didn't belong to him was slowly surfacing.

In a blink of an eye, he heard someone calling his lord.

Shen Suizhi was so astonished that he couldn't be more astonished. He quickly looked up, only to see that the environment around him had changed. At this moment, he seemed to be in a beautifully decorated room, and there was a handsome young man in a long gown standing in front of him.

The young man was still holding a stack of talisman papers, "My lord, here are the talisman papers you want."

Shen Suizhi frowned, looked down at the clothes he was wearing, the black cuffs, and the auspicious cloud pattern.

This, this... Has he traveled to Fu Jingce's past?

Just as he was wondering, he touched his face again, and then this body uncontrollably took out a crumpled peace talisman carefully from the sleeve, dipped the pen into the ink and was about to draw a gourd on the talisman paper.

"..." Shen Suizhi could feel his hands moving, it seemed that he just returned to the past inexplicably with his soul, and he could only witness history, but not change it.

He finally knew where so many talisman papers in the cabinet came from.Sure enough, it was Fu Jingce. Every time he wrote carefully, the painting would never be accurate.

"Your Majesty, this peace talisman looks like something from the Heavenly Palace. You...you probably won't be able to draw it." The boy standing on the side reminded him kindly.

The owner of this body just shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "Lin Lang will inevitably get hurt when she is outside, and I also want to draw some pictures for her."

He seems to have forgotten that he is a member of the Demon Palace and cannot draw the spells of the Protoss.

Linlang...Zhong Linlang...she guessed right.

Shen Suizhi sighed secretly from the bottom of his heart, before the breath was finished, the world was spinning again, regained consciousness, and returned to the attic with a few talisman papers in his hand.

Feeling strange in his heart, his eyes no longer hurt, Shen Suizhi rested for a while, and continued to fiddle with the cabinet.

Flicking and flicking, he touched something with a harder material.

It's like the scroll of a painting.

He pulled out the painting without hesitation, and after unfolding it, he saw the girl in the painting.The girl was holding a scroll in her hand, and it was strange that her face was covered by a drop of ink.

Shen Suizhi frowned, and reached out to touch the drop of ink.

As expected, memories of this painting also flooded into his mind.

Unlike just now, he didn't travel back this time, but he could clearly see Fu Jingce standing behind the table, his eyes gently drawing Zhong Linlang who was standing not far away and reading a book.

He looked at her with a rare tenderness between his eyebrows, which seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Shen Suizhi's heart skipped a beat.

He suddenly began to feel that this should be his own memory.I can't tell the reason, but I just think this way inexplicably, he thinks that he should be the one who is by her side, he is...

No, it's not.

Shen Suizhi shook his head desperately, trying to get rid of these thoughts in his mind.

Zhong Linlang was flipping through a book in the corner at this moment, and seeing some abnormal movements of him, she thought he was bewitched, so she hurried over and patted him on the shoulder: "What's wrong with you? Did you find any clues?"

When Shen Suizhi turned her head, she froze for a moment and frowned: "Why are you crying?"

"No." He also frowned.

Zhong Linlang ignored his stubbornness, reached out and touched his tear-wet white silk, "Then what is this?"

Shen Suizhi was stunned, raised his hand to touch it, and found that it was indeed cold and wet.

I really cried, but why didn't he know that he was crying?
Although he didn't know the reason, Shen Suizhi felt very ashamed.He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and without thinking, he rubbed Bai Ling off, and froze in place for a moment.

Zhong Linlang thought his eyes were uncomfortable, so she looked at his drooping face with light: "What's wrong?"

Shen Suizhi lowered his head while covering Bai Ling to keep it from sliding down: "It's okay, it's nothing."

He was actually a little scared, afraid that Zhong Linlang would see his different pupils.He is clearly an immortal, but he has eyes that are no different from those of the demons. Anyone who sees him will think he is a different kind.

Seeing that he kept his head down, Zhong Linlang raised his hand and pulled the white silk, "Why do you keep covering your eyes? Are you uncomfortable?"

Shen Suizhi replied in a muffled voice: "I'm a little tired."

His white silk was loosened a bit, but he didn't seem to notice, his hands were still tightly covering his eyes.Just as Zhong Linlang wanted to remind him that the white silk was about to fall off, the next second he saw something red flashing across his forehead.

It seems to be the outline of half a lotus flower.

Zhong Linlang paused for a moment with her outstretched hand in midair.

How could a Shangxian have such a mark?

Her eyes turned cold instantly, she looked at Shen Suizhi, and raised her hand to tear off his white silk.

A force came that was caught off guard, and Shen Suizhi couldn't react in time, and Bai Ling was torn apart all of a sudden.

After fluttering down to the ground, he revealed those different pupils.

And, that face is exactly the same as Fu Jingce's.