The two voices sounded one after another, and they were so clear in this quiet square.
Then, the two seemed to be looking at each other.
The man in the white jade mask was looking at Ye Wuque through the mask, and Ye Wuque was also looking at him quietly.
After a few breaths, the man in the white jade mask let out a faint sigh.
"Yes, it's me."
"Qingyang has not been here for a long time, and the ancient talisman that entered the top of the sky is his most important treasure."
"Did you kill Qingyang?"
"And then you came here?"
The young master's uncle's voice was still calm and peaceful, with a hint of mistiness, and his face was clearly wearing a mask, and there was no hole left in the mask to expose his eyes, but at this moment, he seemed to be staring at Ye Wuque.
"I didn't kill Fang Qingyang."
"I just found two relics belonging to him, and the ancient talisman is one of them."
Ye Wuque replied calmly.
The young uncle didn't speak again, and it wasn't until three or five breaths later that he sighed again.
"You didn't lie."
"Qingyang was indeed not killed by you."
The young master uncle said such words and seemed to have chosen to believe Ye Wuque.
"Fang Qingyang left his last words. He said that the top of Tianmang is the place where his junior uncle's grave is."
"Then can you tell me where your grave is?"
Ye Wuque's voice sounded again, but he said such words that were enough to make people feel creepy.
Ask a living person where his grave is?
Isn't this weird?
The young uncle in the white jade mask seemed to be slightly startled when he heard this, and then sighed softly: "It should be somewhere behind..."
The young uncle actually answered.
Ye Wuque nodded slightly.
That’s right!
The young master uncle of Fang Qingyang wearing a white jade mask in front of him was not a living person at all.
It’s just a divine soul mark!
From the moment he appeared to the time he spoke, he had already fallen into Ye Wuque's perception, so there was no surprise or panic in Ye Wuque from the beginning to the end.
The imprint of the young master's soul is left on the ancient throne beneath him. As long as someone approaches, it will be activated instantly.
However, Ye Wuque could see through that the young master's uncle was just a soul mark, but Fang Qingyang couldn't see through it at the beginning.
That's why Fang Qingyang was extremely surprised and unbelievable!
Why did a person who should only appear in dreams appear alive in front of him?
This is the power of the soul, which makes it impossible for you to distinguish.
This move alone was enough to shock people and make Fang Qingyang sink into it.
That's why Fang Qingyang was extremely excited and left words full of desire and excitement in his diary.
"I came here for your tomb."
"But I didn't expect that you would leave a divine soul imprint. This makes it a lot easier for me."
Ye Wuque spoke again.
"You didn't kill Qingyang, but you can come here, which proves that you and I have some fate."
"I, a person who has died a long time ago, have not been so lively in a long time."
"If you have any questions, if I can answer them, I will answer them."
The junior uncle said this.
And his voice seemed to become more relaxed, as if it had really not manifested itself for a long time, and he felt a little lonely.
Ye Wuque nodded slightly, and then he stretched out a finger and made it empty.
Buzz!!
Suddenly an image came together, it was the colorful auspicious clouds!
Everlasting life!
Escape with no regrets!
"Do you remember this pattern?"
Ye Wuque looked at his junior uncle, his bright eyes filled with depth.
The young uncle looked up into the void, his eyes seeming to be fixed on the pattern of colorful auspicious clouds.
"This is......"
The junior uncle let out a whisper.
"I seem to have seen it before, but I don't remember it."
Soon, the junior uncle gave such an answer, with a slight sigh in his tone.
"Don't remember?"
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.
"According to Fang Qingyang, there are several secret treasures buried with you in your tomb. Each secret treasure is engraved with seven-colored auspicious clouds and is called a seven-color secret treasure."
As he spoke, Ye Wuque flipped his right hand, and the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang gourd obtained from Fang Qingyang suddenly appeared in his hand.
"This gourd is one of them. Do you really not remember it?"
"Before Fang Qingyang betrayed the Ancient Alliance of Gods, he returned to the top of Tianmang and entered your tomb to take away all the seven-color secret treasures."
"Do you really not remember, or are you unwilling to tell me?"
Ye Wuque held the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang gourd, staring at the little uncle with his bright eyes filled with uncertainty.
The young uncle was motionless. He seemed to be staring at the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang gourd, but he remained silent.
"In Fang Qingyang's eyes, you were once a living person, but then you died."
"Because he didn't know from the beginning that you were just transformed by a divine soul brand."
"But what I'm curious about is that there were several quasi-spirits in the ancient alliance at that time. Why did you only fall in love with Fang Qingyang? Choose to contact him?"
Hearing this, the young uncle finally spoke: "Because he is destined to me. Of course, in my remaining vague memories, he should have received the same inheritance. I also received it, but it was from another generation. Therefore,
This is the origin between us."
"I will become his little uncle."
"Really?"
Ye Wuque didn't comment, but just replied lightly.
I saw him flipping his right hand and putting away the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang gourd.
Then he raised his steps and moved forward. He walked lightly past his junior uncle, passed the throne, and headed towards the deeper area behind.
On the throne, the young uncle still sat quietly. He did not try to stop Ye Wuque, nor did he make any move. In the end, he just sighed softly.
And here, Ye Wuque, taking one step at a time, reached the deepest part of this peach blossom garden in the blink of an eye.
In the center of a place surrounded by many peach trees, a simple and majestic tomb stands quietly.
In front of the tomb, a tombstone stood quietly.
Both the tombs and tombstones are spotless and clean, as if someone comes frequently to clean and maintain everything.
Ye Wuque approached and his eyes fell on the erected tombstone.
There is a line of writing on it.
But it does not record the identity of the person buried in the tomb, but a sentence is engraved on it.
"Sometimes, luck is also a kind of strength."
Ye Wuque read this sentence slowly, his eyes flickering.
A very simple sentence and a very simple truth, but this was not what Ye Wuque cared about.
What he cares about is the twelve characters that make up this sentence!
These twelve handwritings are engraved, but from between the lines, you can see that these handwritings are beautiful, graceful and graceful, with a hint of weakness.