s a terrible thing, because no one knew what the soul would call in and what would happen if he broke in rashly. Since the establishment of the Underroom, there has almost never been a failure to summ...Who is

Wei Wuyan would also like to hear Qin Zhi say who it is. A person who can sneak into the dormitory of the master of Jin Lintai, a person who can get close to the wife of Xiandu, a person who sees through some kind of hidden secret of Jin Guangyao. What is written in the

letter must not be a simple evil such as arson. It can make Jin Guangyao's wife sick or scared to vomit. And it is difficult to speak up, so they are the only two people present, Qin still can only ask questions on and off, can not say.

but it would be stupid for Qin to be honest about who the messenger is. Because once said, Jin Guangyao will not only deal with that person, but also find ways to keep Qin's mouth shut.

as for what means to use, it is not something that others can predict.

the good news is that although Qin Jin has been naive since he was young, he is not stupid and did not answer immediately. Jin Guangyao sat upright at the table, her face picturesque and calm under the candlelight. After a while, he got up and leaned over as if to help her.

as soon as Qin opened his hand, he could not help but retch violently.

Jin Guangyao twitched the tip of her eyebrow and said, "am I really that disgusting"

Qin Zhi said, "… You're not human... You are a madman! "

Jin Guangyao looked at her with a kind of sad warmth. He said, "Ah Li, it doesn't matter if you think I'm dirty and disgusting. But if this story gets out, what will people think of you You are my wife, how can you get away with it "

Qin Jin hugged his head and said, "stop talking, stop saying, stop reminding me!" I wish I never knew you and had nothing to do with you! Why did you approach me in the first place! "

after a moment of silence, Jin Guangyao said, "I meant it at first."

Qin Zhi cried, "you are still talking sweet words!"

Jin Guangyao said, "I'm telling the truth. I have always been grateful to you for not caring where I came from and for never saying anything to my mother. Ah Li, there is nothing I can do. If others do not harm Ah Song, A Song must also die. He can only die. If he is allowed to grow up again, you and I. "

Qin Jin raised his hand and slapped him in the face and said, "then who is responsible for all this" What else can't you do for this position, huh "

Jin Guangyao received a slap in the face and a red palm print appeared on her white cheek. He closed his eyes a moment later, smiled again, ignored Qin's push and refused to beat her, and helped her up and said, "Ah Zhi, you really won't tell me who asked you to read this letter"

Qin said, "Let me tell you something so that you can go and shut up again."

Jin Guangyao said, "what are you talking about It seems that he is ill and confused. My father-in-law has gone out for a trip to cultivate himself. During this period of time, I will send you to share the happiness of your family with him. "

he said that he wanted to send Qin to rest and recuperation, but he walked into layers of veil with his weak body. The paper man crept out from under the table with envy, calculated the time, and followed him.

after entering, he found that a dark door appeared in the place where a huge floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror had been installed.

Jin Guangyao must have done something to his wife. Qin's eyes were wide open and still in tears, watching her husband drag her into a secret room without talking or shouting.

Wei Wuyan climbed in close to the ground, and the bronze mirror closed without a sound, without the heavy machine sound that usually occurs when the machine is turned on and off. Jin Guangyao gently placed Qin Li on the corner of the wall and clapped her hands twice. The secret room lit up faintly, and the lamp on the wall ignited spontaneously.

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this seems to be a treasure room.

the front wall is a bookcase, and the thread-bound books and scrolls are arranged in good order. In front of the left and right walls are Duoboges of different shapes. Wei Wuyue swept with his eyes, and the piece of paper solidified.

there is a sword in one of its squares. He is very familiar with this sword.

whatever.

every Xianmen family has three or four treasure rooms, so there is such a secret room in Jin Guangyao's dormitory, which is not rare.

in the middle of the secret room, there was a swarthy, cold rectangular iron table, just big enough to lie alone. Wei Wu said with envy, "it would be more suitable to cut up the corpse at this iron table."

Qin's face was as gray as ashes. Jin Guangyao crouched in front of her, cut her slightly messy hair and said, "Don't be afraid, Ah Li." It's not convenient for you to walk around like this. There are a lot of people these days. Take a break. As long as you tell me who it is, you can come back. "

Wei Wuyan suddenly found that the front of a lattice was blocked by a curtain. The curtain is covered with blood-red curses, which are forbidden patterns.

A piece of paper pressed against the root of the wall and moved slowly. Half an inch, moving very slowly. That Jin Guangyao was still in a soft voice to beg Qin, suddenly, as if aware of something, suddenly turned back!

the secret room was empty except for him and Qin.

Jin Guangyao stood up, went to Duobag, examined the wall carefully, but saw nothing unusual. He just lost his hand and walked back.

just now he suddenly looked back and found that Wei Wuyan had climbed to the second grid under the curtain. There was a stack of manuscripts bound with thread in the grid, and as soon as he saw Jin Guangyao's neck moving, he suddenly inserted his thin piece of paper body into it.

fortunately, although Jin Guangyao is unusually alert, she is not alert enough to flip through the book to see if there is anything personal hidden in it.

Paper people envy like a bookmark, flat sandwiched in a book, do not dare to come out immediately. His eyes were close to the papers of the two front and back manuscripts, and suddenly he felt that the words he saw were very familiar.

is bony, scribbled, and slightly frivolous.

this is his word.

Wei Wuyan takes a closer look at these words: ". It is different from seizing the house. " , ". Revenge. " , ". Forcible deed. " There are also some breakages and ambiguities.

now he is sure. This book is his manuscript. The content contained in

is a chapter on the art of sacrifice written by him after collecting materials everywhere and adding his own inference.

at that time, he wrote many such manuscripts, all of which were casually written and thrown at Yiling mass graves. Some of these manuscripts were destroyed during the encirclement and suppression, and some, like his swords, were left behind and hidden by others.

Wei Wuyan suddenly had an idea.

maybe Jin Guangyao is the one Mo Xuanyu once harassed!

Mo Xuanyu learned that the art of sacrifice was incomplete and the ceremony was not done enough, so he could only learn it from this broken manuscript.

the owner of this manuscript is Jin Guangyao. Since it is a forbidden manuscript, this kind of thing is naturally not convenient for others to see, so Jin Guangyao will certainly keep it carefully and put it away carefully. If you are not very close to someone, you must not see this manuscript.

how close is it Lenovo Mo Xuanyu was driven back to Mojiazhuang because of broken sleeves harassing the same door, which is really hard not to let people think about it.

if you simply harass the same family, you always feel that you won't get rid of the illegitimate son with the blood of the patriarch. And if the object of harassment is Fang Fang Zun, whose wealth has greatly increased after the Japanese shooting expedition, and although everyone does not say it bluntly, but everyone knows that the half-mother brother, that seriousness is completely different!arious critical moments, but had never been found. Although the blade of hate seems to be soft to the extreme, the meaning of the sword is lingering, but in fact it is vicious and sharp, and the ghost...