Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 457 Beginning to Disarm

Feng Wushang, who was walking in the front, heard the words, glanced at him lightly, but didn't speak.

Soon, they came to a more desolate place, as quiet as a lonely tomb, Murong Jiujiu soon discovered that this was actually the ancestral hall of the Feng family.

But Feng Wushang didn't intend to pay homage to the ancestral hall.

Instead, he turned directly to a stone wall at the back. There were many handwriting written on the stone wall, but I am afraid that few people in this world can understand it. Most of them are the words of the previous dynasty.

The Feng family was originally inherited from the nobles of the previous dynasty.

Murong Qiqi curled her lips.

Unexpectedly, this stone wall was actually a stone gate, and I don't know what mechanism Feng Wushang pulled, the stone gate immediately opened slowly, revealing the dark space behind.

Although it was her first time here, Murong Jiujiu felt a sense of familiarity in her heart for no reason. She remembered the words in her dream, "...with blood as a medium, destiny is fixed... never give up... ..."

"Hey."

There was a low cry in his ear.

Murong Jiujiu's train of thought was interrupted, he turned his head to look, and saw that the servants who were carrying their steps just now were all in front of the stone wall and ended themselves, presumably they should not know the secret of the stone wall.

"come in."

Feng Wushang had already lit a candle, walked into the black hole behind the stone wall first, and immediately brought some light and heating into it.

Murong Jiujiu followed closely behind, and then Murong Qiqi.

After they all went in, the stone wall immediately closed automatically.

Immediately, the eyes fell into darkness, but soon, Feng Wushang lit up all the lamps along the road, and the long and dark tunnel immediately became deeper and deeper.

There is an itchy movement coming from the cuff.

Xiaoqing, who had been hiding in her clothes for a long time, finally revealed a small snake head, spitting out excitedly, it seemed to like this environment very much.

Murong Jiujiu and Murong Qiqi quickly followed Feng Wushang's footsteps.

Along the road, no matter the turn or fork.

Murong Jiujiu discovered that on the opposite stone wall, there were several heavy stone gates, but for some unknown reason, they were tightly closed, and no one could understand the handwriting on the stone gates.

"The remains of my jade soul ancestors are sleeping peacefully inside. If you trace it online, it must be 2000 years old."

Feng Wushang quietly explained.

Murong Jiujiu and Murong Qiqi couldn't help looking at each other, this is really a tomb, compared to those who can be buried here, they must be very powerful figures from the Jade Soul Clan in the past dynasties.

Now, with the passage of time, the Jade Soul Clan has already become several branches, scattered all over the world, but the Xiyue Feng family has always been the direct line.

Although Murong Qiqi was a bit unconvinced, but according to the historical materials left by the Yueling Clan, the ancestors of the Jade Soul Clan were indeed more mysterious and powerful.

It is also the Xuanyuan clan of the former dynasty, the only one that was able to be crowned king.

"Youming King?"

Walking to a closed stone door, Murong Jiujiu found that there was no writing in front of the door, but a strange picture, which turned into a man sitting cross-legged.

There is no writing, but Murong Jiujiu knew at a glance that this is the tomb of the ancestor of the Feng family, King You Ming.

Even Feng Wushang couldn't help but stop, looked back, and asked: "I didn't tell you, how do you know, this must be the tomb of King Youming?"

Murong was taken aback for a long time, she thought carefully and said, "Intuition."

Yes, just a strong intuition.

Feng Wushang's eyes flickered slightly, but he continued to walk forward without saying a word.

But Murong Qiqi muttered rather gloatingly: "It is said that King Youming fell in love with our Yueling ancestors back then, but our ancestors didn't want to see her, and finally eloped with people from the Yiri tribe..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

After all, this is in front of the tomb of the ancestors, so it's better not to talk nonsense.

Murong Qiqi didn't expect her sister to scold him suddenly, so she turned around and really didn't say anything.

But Murong Jiujiu suddenly made it out of his heart that he didn't want anyone to blaspheme King You Ming, no matter in terms of words or attitude, she didn't know the reason.

I just felt that he shouldn't be a bad person.

"Hey, Feng Wushang, where are you taking us? Is it possible that you want our siblings to be buried with you?" Murong Qiqi walked for a long time, a little impatient.

"You are right, this is my tomb."

Unexpectedly, Feng Wushang, who was walking in front, said quietly, he turned his head, his handsome and indifferent face was reflected by the pale candlelight, "Come in."

Murong Qiqi couldn't help shivering again, and took a long look at Murong.

"They come, the security."

Murong Jiujiu had already stepped forward and found that there was really nothing on the stone wall, probably after Feng Wushang's death, later generations would engrave characters on it to describe his life.

"Drip drip..."

As soon as Murong Jiujiu came in, he heard the sound of water flowing, but it was not pure water flow, because it sounded very dull.

After entering, she saw that Feng Wushang's tomb was empty, but in the center of the tomb was a small pool of dark water, above the pool was a natural stone lotus.

The water drops are dripping from the stone lotus.

Murong Jiujiu didn't really understand the feng shui pattern in the eyes of these ancients, but since it was set up like this, it must be of some use.

"And the sarcophagus!"

Murong Qiqi exclaimed, probably really thought that Feng Wushang was going to trick them here and drag them all into the coffin to be buried with them, and the sarcophagus was obviously newly made.

Feng Wushang put down the candlestick in his hand, and said: "Yes, I prepared this sarcophagus for myself. To lift the blood curse this time is extremely dangerous. If you are lucky, we can all live. If you are not lucky, you will die here. , anyway, I will come sooner or later, there is not much time difference, but you..."

He glanced at Murong Jiujiu, and said with a sarcasm, "You were buried with me when you were wronged."

"We won't die," Murong Qiqi hurriedly shook his head, not saying any unlucky words.

Now, Murong Jiujiu seemed to have felt for the first time the pressure and danger that Feng Wushang had endured when he lifted the blood curse for her. Want to order?"

Feng Wushang is not someone who lacks a wife very much.

But Feng Wushang didn't speak, but pulled out a dagger from his waist, and cut his own wrist, immediately, blood sprayed down, and fell into the jet-black pool water.

A wound drained.

He immediately cut the second wound, and the blood flowed out as if he didn't want money, almost staining the pool of black water red.

"You come too."

Unexpectedly, Feng Wushang said to Murong in a commanding manner for a long time.

Murong Jiujiu hesitated a bit, she stroked her Pingtan's lower abdomen, now she is not only alone, but also has a child in her womb, so she can't guarantee that she can bear it, shed so much blood.

(End of this chapter)