The invincible wife of Fenglin City

Chapter 303 Star Tomb! (4)
"The saint belongs to the patriarch, haha, the saint belongs to the patriarch! What kind of patriarch are you? It's just a scoundrel left by the former patriarch. Do you really think that you are noble? Let me enjoy my old age, I'll bah, I don't even look at it Who am I, in my old age? Isn’t that abolished, that’s my life?” The elder laughed wildly, speaking incoherently, waving his hands in the air.

An An's face changed again and again. He always thought that An An was his father's child, the proudest child, but why did he hear the elder say that he was not?
Don't listen, don't listen.

There was a voice in An An's heart talking, but another impulse told him that there was the biggest secret here, and he must not miss it.

Evil species.

Evil species!

He said that An An is a villain!
why?
What exactly is going on?

"What do you mean by that?" An An couldn't bear the fact that he still had a secret in him. This secret suddenly made him feel out of breath and made him very uneasy. He grabbed the elder's hand heavily and asked.

Bi Fang turned his head to look at An An, then looked at the elder, his eyes fell on An An, and suddenly found something, and he remained silent for a long time: So it is like this.

"Hahaha——" the elder laughed maniacally. He thought of the bits and pieces of the past, the past, and the previous patriarchs, elders, and saintesses. Now his soul seems to be divided into two halves, half of which is crazy Half sober, he wanted to spit out the biggest secret, but he had an intuition that he couldn't.

Just export and it's all over.

Not only is he finished, An An is finished, the whole of Anxi is probably also finished.

"Tell me! What do you mean!" An An became more and more anxious, and his face turned red. He had a hunch that if he didn't ask now, the secret might be silenced forever.

"I won't tell you! I won't tell you! I will take this secret to the grave!" After the madness, the elder's eyes finally became a little sober. He looked into An An's eyes and smiled strangely, "Secret , you will never find the answer! Never will!"

Do not!
No!
"Back to the light." Heiheiwuchang didn't expect that in this ancient tomb, there would be jobs. Just as he was about to take out their weapons, he suddenly realized that this is Anxi.

The elder left An An with a big problem. He revealed a secret that may or may not exist, but refused to reveal the answer.

An An stared blankly at the elder's slowly lowering voice, his slowly softening body, unable to speak for a long time, and finally covered his face with his little hand, and lowered his head.

Why, happiness is so close to him, but he feels that he may not be able to touch it?

Xing Jiajia appeared in a very strange place.

She couldn't think of why there was such a place in the Starlight Tomb.Messy thatched huts, small courtyards, things scattered around, everything looks messy.

"Whose house is it so messy?" Xing Jiajia muttered, shaking her head and starting to tidy up.

She is a bit of a clean freak, there is absolutely no place to set foot in such a place, although she doesn't know how she got here, but since she is here, she just stays quietly.

Maybe this place has some secrets?

Xing Jiajia could only comfort herself like this.

The thatched hut is not big, only about two rooms, the inside looks like a bedroom, there is a kang, there is nothing on the kang, she simply tidied it up, and then touched the table in the room.The table was the only decoration, and the stools were made of simple pieces of wood. The wooden wedges seemed unreliable, so Xing Jiajia tidied up the stools.

There are more things in the outer room, which is not only a small living room, but also a simple bedroom, and a kitchen.

Xing Jiajia took a lot of effort to clean up the place, and returned everything to everyone. She raised her sleeves, wiped off her sweat, looked at the dust on the ground, smiled wryly, and walked out of the yard to pick up the broom.

"No one has lived there for a long time." The world in the Starlight Tomb only belongs to the owner, and the owner is of course that lonely heart.Xing Jiajia understands that the owner of this house is Gu Xin.

Guxin, what kind of person is he?
While packing up his things, Xing Jiajia thought to himself, how did he get this Starlight Tomb?

Xing Jiajia had something on her mind, but she didn't feel tired of tidying up. Xing Jiajia also cleaned up the yard and tied up the fence in the yard. Just about to go back to the house to rest, suddenly the corner of her eye caught a spot——

Xing Jiajia looked at that corner in disbelief, it was dark, but there was an indescribable aura.

Sad, lonely, sad.

how could be?

Where does it look like?

Xing Jiajia walked over, squatted down, pulled away the blocked things, and smiled wryly: "It's a doghouse."

That's right, this small nest is not even half a meter high and half a meter deep. It's dark inside, and even after a long time, it still exudes a weird smell.

Gu Xin has a leisurely mind, do you still have time to raise a dog to watch the door?

Xing Jiajia shook her head, smiled and retracted her hand, but she accidentally touched a bump, her eyes widened, and she looked at her fingers in disbelief—the feeling just now was so strange, as if something had engraved it on it.

How could there be something engraved in this kennel?
unless--

Xing Jiajia didn't care much anymore, and didn't care about her own image, she just squatted down and got into this doghouse backwards, maybe someone's house.

The space in the kennel is very small, and the world in the kennel is very lonely.

Xing Jiajia lit the Suzaku fire and looked at the bulge inside carefully.Strictly speaking, it is not a bulge, but a densely packed diary and experience written by someone. It is not the words of the ancient dynasty, but a body of consciousness.

What is the conscious body?
To put it simply, among cultivators, those with strong consciousness don't use fonts to read and write, but use a kind of consciousness body, because the writing and reading of words is too slow, far slower than the consciousness body.Consciousness is a thing that one person reads with consciousness, and then records it and seals it up. When the next person reads it again, he can read it directly with consciousness.

However, this consciousness is also limited.

The stronger the consciousness, the more content the consciousness they leave behind, and the longer the preservation time. The stronger the consciousness, the more valuable the consciousness they leave behind.But in the same way, if you want to interpret the consciousness body, you naturally need someone with the same strong consciousness.

(End of this chapter)