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Dongfang Pei frowned. From his point of view, it was sunny facing an open space, suddenly wanting to see a ghost, his whole body became strange, and he even cried out in surprise.

He held Feng Qinglang's shoulder tightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Qinglang, what did you see?"

"You...didn't you see it?" Feng Qinglang pursed her lips tightly, but her nostrils were breathing quickly, her brain wanted to run fast to distinguish and analyze the clues, but it just froze, and the whole world became dull.

"no!"

Dongfang Pei's steady and thick voice calmed Feng Qinglang to some extent. He looked around, these temporary students did not pay attention to them, and the structure of the world around him did not appear abnormal, but in his illusion world, there was one more person Di Allen!This time it's not a sculpture, but a real person...

"What the hell did you see?"

"The real person who sculpted that!"

When Feng Qinglang said this, no matter how shocked Dongfang Pei reacted, he boldly took two steps closer to Di Allen, but to his surprise, the other party didn't respond, even though he had already come to the side of the other party, Di Allen was still staring forward, with a sense of tranquility and loneliness.

Dongfang Pei could only rely on Feng Qinglang's reaction to judge what he saw, and asked in a low voice, "Did that sage respond?"

When asked this way, Dongfang Pei's heart beat a little faster. Under normal circumstances, another image of the illusionist appeared, and if there was an interactive response, then it was not simply a problem with the spiritual world.

Fortunately, Feng Qinglang shook her head slightly and said, "No, he didn't react at all, just like a wax figure, no, like a top-notch three-dimensional magic pattern painting, just like the real thing!"

Even though Feng Qinglang had come right in front of Di Allen, the focus of Di Allen's eyes was still not on Feng Qinglang, as if he could penetrate through the other person's body and stare into the distance. That incomparably handsome face gave Feng Qinglang nothing but That continuous shock, and that surging breath of life.

Dongfang Pei said in a deep voice: "Could it be that the ancestors of your clan left a mark in your spiritual sea? Now you have reached the trigger condition. After all, you just drove away the huge beast in the spiritual sea not long ago."

Feng Qinglang wondered: "If it is a spiritual imprint, there should be instant communication, and it shouldn't be so solid, it should look like it will dissipate at any time."

"Perhaps, you haven't met the conditions for interaction yet..." Dongfang Pei's voice also weakened as he spoke. After all, this comforting words were too unconvincing, and ordinary spiritual imprints couldn't be so complicated.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qinglang nodded and said: "It is indeed possible!" His heart was ups and downs, and he couldn't help but think of that stormy night many years ago. Two days before that night, it happened to be a deep test of the spiritual sea. Didn't someone find something out of it?

His eyes fell on Di Allen's left hand, where a small silver pocket balance was lightly held. Di Allen was so dazzling before that Feng Qinglang almost ignored the existence of this balance. The thing is so exquisite that there is a small golden box on the left side of the balance, but there is nothing on the right side, but the balance remains balanced. Several weights, large and small, hang upside down in the middle of the balance, and they are all deep in the frosted surface. A piece of gray, this is a very rare and peculiar gray, as deep as...as if the most essential color of the soul.

This familiar thing made Feng Qinglang desperately search the ancient illustrated book in his mind. Soon, he found the corresponding item, and his whole body trembled again. The number one sacred object in the world of the undead, Farley's holy coffin!

Legend has it that it will appear in different sizes, colors, and shapes in different lands and environments. Since it was handed down to Di Allen, it has always appeared in the shape of a balance. It is rumored that it was already thousands of years ago. lost...

The left side of the balance represents the respect for the rules of life, and it carries the ashes of Farley, the greatest king in the history of the undead. Letting go of the equivalent...

According to legend, once the balance is out of balance, time can be reversed and the dead can be resurrected!

If Feng Qinglang hadn't read countless illustrated books in the blink of an eye, she probably wouldn't have been able to recall such an unpopular legendary item.

Behind him, Dongfang Pei helplessly accompanied Feng Qinglang, bent slightly, and pretended to be gazing at a certain place, and whispered in his mouth: "Qing Lang! Your temporary students are starting to wonder about your strangeness, and the dark clouds in the sky seem to be getting bigger and bigger. There are more and more, there was thunder just now, I think your mood is very unstable, and your influence on the illusion world is getting bigger and bigger! I suggest you end this illusion immediately!"

In fact, Feng Qinglang still wanted to take a closer look at the ancestor in front of him, and even wanted to touch him to determine what kind of spiritual category he belonged to. Fortunately, Dongfang Pei reminded him in time, knowing that now is definitely not a good time for research.

He straightened his waist again, waved his big sleeves, and the brilliant light flashed past everyone's eyes again. When their sights became clear, they had returned to the opera house.

Feng Qinglang saw that everyone was looking around suspiciously, trying to judge whether he was still in the illusion. He tried his best to make himself look as usual, and said with a calm smile: "Everyone, welcome back! It's really the real world now, don't you fudge!"

Amid friendly laughter, Feng Qinglang said a few perfunctory words before announcing the end of the open class.

Amid the thunderous applause, Feng Qinglang bowed slightly to express her thanks, secretly winked at Dongfang Pei, turned around and walked backstage.

Half an hour later, Feng Qinglang came to Dongfang Pei's private apartment again under the pretext of visiting.

His face was still a little pale, but his emotions were far less turbulent than before, and he was relatively calm.

Dongfang Pei said with a smile: "Fortunately, I ordered someone to prepare a few bottles of spirits!"

On the exquisite bar counter, there were indeed four bottles of Northern Kingdom spirits neatly placed, which seemed to be of a high quality.

Feng Qinglang walked over, picked up one of the bottles, unscrewed the cap, raised her head, and poured the spirits into her mouth in big gulps, filling most of the bottle, before putting down the bottle heavily. With a belch of "uh", his face returned to rosy.

Dongfang Pei resolutely gave up the most comfortable chair, and sighed: "It's a limited edition of Lordaeron, less than a hundred bottles are released a year, and it is usually drunk 5 minutes after opening the cap to taste the most delicious flavor. Pure mellow fragrance, alas, you are like a cow chewing peony..."

Feng Qinglang finally pulled the corner of her mouth, took the remaining half of the bottle in her hand, walked back to the soft chair and sat down, said with a smile: "Okay, I'll drink the rest later."

Dongfang Pei said, "Okay, what's going on?"