Ji Yue gently hugged her and walked into the room.

Qingge's eyes were still lingering on the two closed doors, and the old man's words echoed in his mind - the world of the grave.

Screen, Yan Bitong, asking for help, ferocious beast, eating people, lonely old man.

Qingge suddenly remembered that when she opened the door, the old man was still a young and beautiful young man. When he looked at her, his skin aging quickly.

The more I think about it, the more headache I get.

When Ji Yue hugged her and hibernated in the brocade quilt, she even dreamed that person grew old. It was too bizarre and too terrifying. Fortunately, Ji Yue kept hugging her so that she could sleep peacefully.

After waking up, Qingge went to Mingyue Palace to find An Suyou.

In front of Mingyue Palace, Qingge stood on the Nanhe Bridge and saw Yu Ji coming out of Mingyue Palace.

Qingge's eyes became cold, and Yu Ji looked at her with a smile, "Five elements test, Miss Ye must work hard."

Qingge ignored Yu Ji and walked into Mingyue Palace. At that time, An Suyou was sitting on the couch reading Xiao Huang Shu. When he heard footsteps, he thought that Yu Ji was back. He said impatiently: "You said I have agreed that you still want..."

My head was raised from Xiao Huangshu, and when I saw Qingge's face, the sound in my mouth stopped abruptly.

An Suyou cursed himself secretly. At this moment, Wuyu and Shi Zhonghai were dealing with the five elements talent test of Tai Chi Hall, and no one would look for her. It was probably only Yu Ji who would come. After all, because of the displaced Lu Yaoyao in Mingyue Palace that night, the relationship between An Suyou and Qingge was a little embarrassed.

It’s also a big fault for reading Xiao Huang’s books too seriously.

Qingge felt a little cold when he heard An Suyou's words. Sure enough, An Suyou and Yu Ji were in contact. This time Yu Ji came to An Suyou and must have discussed something.

Qingge didn't know what transactions there was between Yu Ji and An Suyou, but the sixth sense told her that this matter was vaguely related to her.

"Qingge, why are you here?" An Suyou stuffed Xiao Huangshu under the couch.

Qingge's face was a little stiff. She walked in with the little fox in her arms, without talking nonsense, went directly to the subject and said her purpose, "I want to see the empty portrait of the fourth elder, is there?"

Yes, she suspected that the man in the wooden house in the grave world was empty.

"A portrait of emptiness?"

An Suyou frowned and shook his head, "Kongxu doesn't like others to draw him. I and Wuyu secretly drew one. After Kongxu died, the only portrait caught fire."

On fire...

Qingge frowned. Without a portrait, it is unknown whether the man and Kongxu in the grave world are the same person. After all, this is just a speculation of her.

An Suyou saw Qingge a little annoyed and said, "I can draw it."

Qingge's eyes lit up suddenly, but she didn't expect that the old man could even draw.

At this point, Qingge suddenly remembered her drawing skills. When she organized some children who had escaped from their dead, drawing was one of them. She was the best in all-round skills such as ancient martial arts fighting hypnosis, but she couldn't put the painting on the table. The things she drew were simply unsightly. Manzhu Shahua could even draw a piece of shit.

Originally, all indicators must be passed, and none of them are indispensable. However, when the organization saw that her other achievements were outstanding, she really had no talent for painting, so she met the standards.

Qingge put away his thoughts and looked at An Suyou. An Suyou stood in front of a table, holding an ink pen in his hand, spreading the rice paper, and on a piece of rice paper, the dragons and phoenixes danced and blossomed on the ground, and the rich ink was shattered. The seemingly nonsensical rhythm was actually at the end of the last stroke, and An Suyou hung the ink pen, lifted up the rice paper, and threw it to Qingge's side.

Qingge took the rice paper and took it to see that there were large pieces of ink on the rice paper, nothing was left.

An Suyou said: "Dry the ink with spiritual energy."

Qingge: "..."

When will the spiritual energy of combat cultivation be used to dry ink? It is a waste of resources.

Even so, Qingge still silently pulled the spiritual energy out of the elixir fire, irrigated it on the ink-splashed rice paper, and dried the ink.

Gradually, a miracle happened. The ink on the rice paper slowly dries, and a clearly contoured face appeared in Qingge's vision. Qingge watched the face become clearer and clearer until the ink was dried.

Qingge's fingers trembled, and the rice paper with an empty appearance fell on the ground. An Suyou picked up the rice paper and looked up at Qingge in confusion.

Qingge pursed her lips and looked pale. The man in this portrait was exactly the same as the handsome appearance of the old man who beats the skull in the ancient house of the Grave World before he grows old!

Yes, the men in the grave space are empty.

But, what does Kongxu have to do with Yan Bitong? Why are there so many screens of her?

"Why is there a screen of my mother in the Fenyue Palace?" Qingge asked.

An Suyou thought Qingge was asking about the screen that was destroyed by Lu Yaoyao, and said, "I admired your mother back then. He came from Luohua City and was a childhood sweetheart with your mother. Unfortunately, your mother left Luohua City and wandered around and met your father. She was determined to die. Kongxu was discouraged. She shaved her hair in anger and wanted to be a monk. However, before he went to the temple, Kongxu threatened him with his life and did not allow him to go. Kongxu was helpless and left Luohua City and came to Jialan. He was good at making screens. In your opinion, it was just a screen for viewing. Even I and Wuyu couldn't understand the name of it, but if Kongxu was there, he could set up a formation and kill people with the screen."

When talking about his junior brother back then, a layer of sadness appeared on An Suyou's face.

Emptiness is for Jialan's survival, and he committed suicide in public. He could not forget the blood-like scene that he died.

Qingge's eyes flashed-

Kongxu likes Yan Bitong and is good at screen formations, so he will draw Yan Bitong on the screen.

She didn't understand, and didn't understand how Yan Bitong's voice would be called for help in that grave world.

Is it an illusion?

No, no.

An Suyou said that, he once again pulled Qingge's thoughts back, "Don't blame us for the displaced things in Qingya."

Upon hearing this, Qingge's eyes cold, "Jia Lan is all from several elders, Qingge is just a junior, how dare you blame you?"

An Suyou's mouth twitched a few times. This guy didn't dare to blame him. That night, someone pointed at the nose of Elder Jialan and said that he was blind and disabled.

An Suyou smiled bitterly. He accepted a very amazing apprentice.

However, when he saw Qingge staying deliberately alienated, he hesitated for a while, raised his hand, released spiritual energy from his fingertips, and closed the two spiritual doors of Mingyue Palace. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!