The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1780 Lan'er, don't mess around, don't—

What she looked at was Yunya's memory, and what she brought in was Yunya's vision.

So what Yunya sees is what Yunya sees.

When Yunya was fighting the gods and the Three Realms, she saw the hair of the person who started the blood sacrifice!

It's black!
Yunya was born with albinism, and her hair has been gray since birth.

How could there be black hair!

However, the scene of the blood sacrifice in her memory can completely coincide with what she saw in the afterimage of the demon pestle.

It is not false, it is indeed real, and there is such a memory.

That means, the memory of the blood sacrifice to the common people!

It's not Yunya's!
At that time, there were only three people present, she and Yunya.

The memory is not Yunya's or hers, then there is only one possibility...

Feng Canglan's deeply squinted eyes shone with a cold light, and Ling Lie's cold gaze gradually turned to Zong Zhengyu.

The eyes of the two collided, and Zong Zhengyu's heart suddenly missed half a beat.

The corners of Feng Canglan's lips curved even further, and the chill on his face became deeper and deeper.

That memory belongs to Zong Zhengyu.

He used to be black-haired, but later turned gray.

At that time, Zong Zhengyu was protecting the Dharma with magic energy, so she didn't have any precautions.

It is not difficult for him to infiltrate.

In the end, what she searched was Zong Zhengyu's memory, but it was brought to Yunya's head.

All of the above are just suspicions, assumptions based on the available evidence.

Now it's time for proof.

Feng Canglan stared at Zong Zhengyu with a gloomy and gloomy expression on his face, but there was a hint of wavering in his invisible eyes.

Once verified, there is no room for redemption.

In fact, Zong Zhengyu's abnormality is far more than that.

In the torrent of space.

He wasn't surprised at all, not surprised at all.

Although Yun Ya wanted to find something to say, but his surprise was real.

In the torrent of space, countless small worlds are running.

Among the Three Realms, she is the only one who can go in and out freely.

Even Zong Zhengyu, who is a demon god, can't do it. He doesn't even know that this place exists.

However, when she took him in.

He didn't seem surprised, not surprised, without a trace of emotion.

"Lan'er?"

Zong Zhengyu's deep voice trembled slightly, Feng Canglan instantly regained his focus, and slowly withdrew his thoughts.

"There's only one chance."

"What are you doing? Don't lose the chain at a critical moment."

Facing the two earnest voices, Feng Canglan smiled softly on his face.

The shaken heart was firmed again.

"What's true is always true, right?"

"The real can not be fake, the fake can not be real."

After Feng Canglan said such a paragraph without beginning or end, Yun Ya and Zong Zhengyu's expressions changed greatly after hearing this.

I understand.

So, the truth will always be the truth.

No matter how concealed it is, it is the truth, and there will always be a day when it will be exposed.

If you do something, you have to bear the consequences.

The souls of the Three Realms who died unjustly are still waiting for her to redress their grievances, aren't they?
"Lan... Lan'er, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"Stop quickly, if you fail this time, the sealing barrier of the Subduing Demon Pestle will be activated again!"

Zong Zhengyu hissed and growled, Feng Canglan paused for pushing the blood into the subduing magic pestle, and looked sideways at Zong Zhengyu.

Seeing this, Zong Zhengyu nodded with a tense outline, and said in a soft and gentle voice, "Lan'er, haven't we been waiting for this day for a long time?"

"Yes." Feng Canglan smiled lightly, with a bit of longing and anticipation in his smile, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"I've waited too long." I was exhausted from waiting, and I didn't want to wait any longer.

"So, Lan'er, don't mess around, don't—"

Zong Zhengyu yelled in the middle of his words.

(End of this chapter)