Chen Yang approached Wang Yu's bed and once again took a closer look at the strange flowers embroidered on the bed sheets.
On the bed sheets, there are ninety-nine exotic flowers, embroidered all over the place, but they don't look noisy. It's like walking in the mountains and fields in spring, and you can see small flowers everywhere, either yellow or white.
It's blooming everywhere, and it's not obtrusive at all.
At first glance, for example, when Chen Yang looked at them before, he thought they were all the same pattern, but with a few more embroideries, which made them look pretty good-looking.
Now that he paid careful attention, Chen Yang discovered that each of these ninety-nine strange flowers, including the flowers and branches, was actually different.
Some are hung with dew, some are home to bees, some attract butterflies, and some are bent over by hanging flowers...
Chen Yang felt like he was just playing a game where everyone was looking for trouble, with a countdown.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
After more than ten seconds passed, Chen Yang's eyes swept across most of the embroidery of strange flowers, and finally his eyes focused on one of them.
"Got you!"
"This embroidered flower, no matter from the angle, the flower itself, or the branches, is exactly the same as the pendant hanging on Wang Yu's neck."
"This can't be a coincidence!"
Chen Yang breathed out, and his tense shoulders relaxed a little.
After a short period of time, news came from General Wang that Wang Yu had arrived at the mass grave.
The meeting is about to begin.
At this moment, Wang Yu was walking around anxiously, stamping his feet and gritting his teeth from time to time, as if he was making some important decision.
"It's too late..."
Chen Yang didn't care whether he was rude or not. He didn't even have time to find a suitable way to solve it. He directly pointed his fingers together into swords. Yin magic power came out from his fingertips and pricked the embroidery.
"Tsk~!"
This time, it was like a needle piercing the balloon. The balloon flew into the sky and flew around before all the gas was released, the same thing.
When Chen Yang pointed down, the entire monotonous and tidy sheets suddenly rippled, and dazzling lights burst out. The fluctuations in spiritual power were so obvious that they almost lifted the roof.
If Chen Yang hadn't been in seclusion every day before, the people around him would have been used to it. This little movement was enough to focus the attention of the outer sect disciples who lived nearby.
Chen Yang's eyes, which were originally wide open, suddenly shrank.
On the otherwise ordinary bed sheet, a small rectangular box suddenly appeared.
It was as if it had always been there, but it was as natural as Chen Yang himself being blind.
The box is extremely exquisite, with intricate and gorgeous patterns on every inch. At first glance, it is not something that ordinary people can own.
Even if it is just used to hold snacks, it is still out of reach of ordinary people.
The logic is equivalent to those Chanel bags.
Chen Yang couldn't help but think: "It seems that our junior brother Wang Yu does have a secret, and this secret is quite big."
"I just don't know if I can handle it."
While he was thinking, he reached out and picked up the box casually.
Chen Yang's spiritual sense did not sense danger, and he believed that Wang Yu would not trick him without any reason, so he did not take too much precautions.
The main reason is still: "It's too late!"
As soon as he put his hand on it, before he could pick up the box, something happened suddenly.
"brush!"
A ray of light suddenly emerged, sweeping across Chen Yang's entire hand, from his fingertips to his wrist, and then flowed back.
During the whole process, Chen Yang's hand seemed to be dyed with a layer of light and passed through perspective. A palm print separated from his hand and existed on its own.
How did Chen Yang know?
As soon as the light appeared and swept across his hand, he instinctively retracted his hand.
Then, the hand retracted, and a palm with clear lines outlined by light still stayed on the box.
Chen Yang blinked, blinked, and blinked again, why did he feel this scene...