Evil Bone Devourer

Chapter 173 The Burned Album
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Yin San took me to the hidden compartment of the warehouse to get a very old key. The handle of the key was as long as my palm. It was made of brass and full of age.

When Yin San handed it over to me, his hands were trembling, and he said with a thousand reminders: "Xiaoyun, you must take good care of it, don't touch things when you go in, and don't take things out, do you understand?"

I took it devoutly with both hands, and said gratefully: "Don't worry! I won't cause you any trouble!"

Yin San was still a little worried, we both grabbed one end of the key, pulled back and forth a few times before he let go.

After putting it away properly, I asked, "Aren't there just some ancient books inside? As for the ones who are so careful?"

"The things left by the ancestors are very spiritual! Besides, I heard that there is only one portrait of Master Hua in it, and the rest have been destroyed."

I glanced at him in disbelief, "Can't you exaggerate? I've seen the portrait of Master Hua in Qiong Si's shop too!"

"Did you see the face?"

I thought about it carefully, "That's not true, it seems to be wearing a veil."

"That's it. The only portrait with a face is locked inside. It's very precious."

I asked puzzled, "Why was her portrait destroyed?"

"I don't know this, I haven't gone in and read the records."

What he said made me very interested, as if I had listened to a very fantasy story but didn't hear the end, scratching my heart.

Master Hua is the legend of Guyin Palace. The first ghost king opened up the White Temple for her, so she should be taken seriously, but in the end, even her bones could not be found, and Guyin Palace even erased all her records. why?

After I left the warehouse, I sent a message to Xuanhe, and I had to find someone to take Yu Qiuting in when he was not in the Ghost King Palace.

After waiting and waiting, finally one day when Ah Mu came out to send me a message, Yu Qiuting took Yin San out of the palace at night! ! !
I immediately called Xuanhe to make an appointment at the back door of the Ghost King Hall. I was dressed in black, so that it would not be so obvious when I entered. I didn't expect Xuanhe to wear white clothes, which are particularly dazzling even in dark places.

I haven't seen his hair grow a lot in a few days. At the neck, the upper part of the hair is tied into a half ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead. Standing under the moonlight, he looks extremely dusty.

"Brother, why did you come here in this suit?"

He looked down at the white brocade robe on his body, and asked doubtfully, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I'm going to take you in secretly, you're too eye-catching! But it's too late to change, you put my coat on."

While talking, I took off my sports coat and threw it to him. I am not short, and I usually wear loose and bulky clothes, so my coat can be easily worn by him.

He held it in the palm of his hand and looked at it for a while, but he didn't show any expression that he didn't want to wear it, but his hand didn't move for a long time.

I urged: "Hurry up! When Yu Qiuting comes back and catches us, we will be destroyed!"

His eyes were slightly startled, he tilted his head slightly and asked, "Yu Qiuting?"

I was immediately speechless, knowing that I had said the wrong thing, why did I call the Palace Master by his name in a hurry.

I didn't explain it, and I usually slipped away first with oil on the soles of my feet!

I walked forward on the slate path, looking around furtively. It's best not to do bad things. The more you are afraid, the more likely things will happen.

For example, when we were in school, when the teacher asked a question that we didn’t know, we would all say in our hearts, don’t call me, don’t call me
But in the end, I don't know if all the teachers in the world can read minds, and they will definitely wake you up to answer questions.

The more I am afraid of bumping into people, the more staff I meet along the way. Everyone greets me with smiles, "Master Yun, you are here!"

Later, I was really helpless, so I called Huanxi to hold the door for us. When we arrived at the side hall door, the moment I was about to unlock it, I felt trembling uncontrollably all over my body.

Both scared and excited.
The dark golden key was inserted into the lock and turned slightly to the right, with a crisp sound, the Ruyi Eight Treasures Lock in front of him was opened.

Xuanhe was watching the movements of my hands intently beside me, he pursed his lips slightly, I could see that he seemed a little nervous at this moment.

Huanxi was sweating profusely and said with a painful expression: "Ancestor! Come out quickly, I'm afraid I won't last long!"

I glared at him and said threateningly: "I still have something to do with you! If you dare to mess with me today, I will return you to the Palace Master.

If someone comes, remember to call me out, do you hear me? "

Huanxi nodded with her mouth pursed, wanting to cry but without tears, she probably regretted choosing to be with me.

I pushed the door open and saw it was pitch black. Since no one else could enter, no one would come to clean it.

There was a dusty smell in the room. I walked inside with a flashlight and saw a silver candlestick on the table. I took out a lighter from my pocket and lit them one by one. The room was instantly brightly lit.

Only then did I clearly see the layout of the house. There were many ancient paintings and photos on the walls. I stood there and stared at them.
The one in the middle is the first ghost king. He wears a half-mask. He is dressed in a black ghost king robe. His long hair is scattered on his shoulders. His thin lips are raised with a trace of ghosts. The face of Master Hua beside him But it was burned, leaving a large circle of dark yellow smoke trails
Is this painting handed down?

Yu Qiuting's ancestor was also too good-looking, right? !

Yin San was right, all the paintings about Master Hua were burned, what did she do wrong in the first place, and why she was treated like this?

Xuanhe stood next to me and stared at the painting as I did. I saw hatred in his eyes. He gritted his back teeth hard, the muscles around his face rolled, and his hands clenched into fists by his sides. .

Will such a person who does not fight for fame and wealth and enters the water have such emotions as hatred?

"Xuanhe."

He regained his composure and glanced at me, without saying a word, he went to the shelf in the middle to rummage for what he wanted.

I continued to look to the sides. There were albums and photos of palace masters and fortune tellers on the wall. Even Yu Qiuting and I had them.
Most of the two people in each generation are sitting upright with serious expressions, and there is a group photo of them standing upright in front of the gate of the Ghost King's Palace.And the photo of the two of us was on the day of the ceremony when Yu Qiuting walked towards me from the Naihe Bridge, we were standing face to face, and my hand was just on his.

I don’t know who chose this photo, it’s beautiful and meaningful, but it’s a bit unorthodox.
I only have a back, not even a face!

In the middle of the room, there are many shelves as high as a person. On the shelves are yellowed books, as well as major events over the years recorded by the recorder.

I walked over to him curiously, saw his slender and beautiful fingers flipping very fast, and asked a little puzzled: "What exactly are you looking for? I can help you find it together."

"No, I'm just looking around."

I knew he was lying. If he came here with the same purpose as me to read the story, how could he be so purposeful?
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(End of this chapter)