Although Zheng Haoming has no talent for cultivation, he was born in a legal and political family and received an orthodox education since he was a child. He always has knowledge. He can tell at a glance that it is a sealing talisman.

For some reason, Zheng Haoming felt that this talisman exudes a strong sense of familiarity and even intimacy.

What is sealed behind the talisman?

Zheng Haoming hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to reach out and touch this huge talisman. As soon as his fingers touched the surface of the talisman, he felt a strong suction force firmly sucking his hand.

Zheng Haoming panicked in his heart, and tried hard to withdraw his hand, but it didn't move at all after several attempts, finally he shouted with all his strength, and finally pulled his hand back from the talisman.

Hiss... The talisman was torn violently by his pull, and bright white light shot out from the crack, making Zheng Haoming unable to open his eyes.

After his eyes got used to the strong light, he saw that the surrounding environment had completely changed—he had returned to Qingtian Valley, and happened to be in Haoqi Hall where his father Zheng Tiangang lived.

Zheng Haoming heaved a sigh of relief and at the same time faintly felt that something was wrong.

He stood in the middle of the hall in front of the main hall to gather his mind, looked around for a while, the furnishings in the hall seemed to be quite different from what he remembered, but he hadn't been in Haoqi Hall for a long time, so he didn't take it too seriously.

At this moment, an unfamiliar maid walked in from outside the hall with a gloomy face.

"Who are you? How did you come to this place?!" Zheng Haoming asked loudly.

All the servants in Haoqi Palace were servants, and the only women who could come in were Bu Qingge and a few trusted maids around her, as well as a limited number of female elders and senior disciples with extraordinary cultivation in the clan.

The maid walked in a hurry, as if she didn't see Zheng Haoming at all, and she didn't hear his shout, she still strode towards the back of the hall without looking sideways.

What are you doing? !How dare a maid be so rude to him? !

Zheng Haoming was furious, and rushed up a few steps to stop her.

At this time, something unexpected happened——the maid bumped into Zheng Haoming without avoiding it, and then passed through Zheng Haoming's body and continued to walk forward.

Zheng Haoming was stunned by this incredible and terrifying scene, and couldn't recover for a while.

Is he in a dream or has he been killed and turned into a lonely soul? !

"What are you doing here?" A young woman's voice came from not far behind, with fear and tension hidden in her tone.

Zheng Haoming looked back in a daze, and saw the maid who had just passed by standing in front of another lady in white, and it was the latter who spoke.

The lady in white has a beautiful face with a frosty face, and she looks very familiar.

An idea flashed in Zheng Haoming's mind, and he couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

He has seen the appearance of this lady in white countless times in paintings—his biological mother Wu Xue!

It's just that her expression in the painting is serene and gentle, and her eyes seem to carry infinite melancholy, unlike the lady in front of her who is so restless and indifferent.

The maid stood up straight, raised her head, covered her lips and smiled coquettishly: "Tsk tsk, the patriarch's wife is so majestic, is this the attitude when you see the old sister?"

Wu Xuehan said in a low voice: "Since you know who I am now, why did you suddenly appear? If something bad happens, you can afford it?"

The maid snorted softly, put away her smile and said, "I'm here to convey the will of the Demon Ancestor. As long as you keep quiet, no one will find out, and you won't reveal the secrets of your patriarch's wife."

Wu Xue's face softened slightly.

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