Yang Zimei explained the hallucination that had just occurred in his mind.
When Xue Hu heard this, he immediately put his small and red nose close to it, sniffed the parchment carefully, then shook his head and said to Yang Zimei in his heart: "There is no poison on it, someone must have done witchcraft.
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"witchcraft?"
Yang Zimei looked at the parchment in surprise. He almost fell into the peach blossom miasma just by touching it with his tentacles. Isn't this kind of witchcraft too powerful? [
Long Zhutian tried to close his eyes and stretched out his fingers to touch.
A scene also began to appear in his mind.
However, the scene he saw was completely different from what Yang Zimei saw. What he saw was not mountains and peach blossom miasma, but more than a dozen coffins placed together.
There are fourteen bodies in total, twelve of them tightly surrounding the two dark black coffins in the middle, forming a protective posture.
He clearly saw that each coffin had a special pattern, just like the pattern on the peach wood sign.
He still wanted to see clearly, but suddenly countless swords shot out from all around, shooting at him.
"Chasing the Sky"
Yang Zimei screamed and slapped his Tianling Cap!
Long Zhutian opened his eyes, sweating all over his body!
A sword had stabbed his arm just now, and he could clearly feel the pain of the sword penetrating into his flesh.
He looked down at the arm where he hallucinated he had been stabbed, and there was actually a bright red blood mark on it...
He told Yang Zimei what he had just seen!
Yang Zimei was shocked.
I always thought that just because I knew small magic, I was already very powerful, but now it pales in comparison to this kind of witchcraft that can use illusions to kill people as if they were reality.
The frog in the well is probably me.
She reached out and touched the red spot on Long Zhutian's arm, and gently rubbed it for a while to smooth it away.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Long Zhutian held her hand in his and said with lingering fear, "If you hadn't woken me up in time, I might have been pierced by thousands of arrows."
"The coffin you mentioned is exactly the same as what Master saw. I wonder if Master encountered the sword formation mechanism at that time. Let's go and ask."[
Yang Zimei pulled up Long Zhutian and said.
"Um."
Long Zhutian nodded, "It's been so long since I've been back and I still haven't officially paid my respects to your master. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, Master won't blame you."
Yang Zimei said.
The two of them were about to leave hand in hand when Xue Hu chased her forward, jumped into her arms, and said dissatisfiedly: "Damn girl, how could you forget me?"
"Just don't forget me."
"snort."
Xue Hu snorted coldly, and then comforted himself: "He was just holding hands with you, and I was in your arms, haha, I still took advantage."
Yang Zi frowned.
"You are not allowed to hold small things in front of me."
Long Zhutian felt something was wrong with this little fox, so when he saw it jumping into Yang Zimei's arms, he felt angry.
"Well...you wouldn't even be jealous of a pet, would you?" Yang Zimei said sarcastically.
"Um."
Long Zhutian actually didn't deny it and directly expressed how small his temper was.
"You heard me, he doesn't like me holding you in front of him, you'd better walk on your own." Yang Zimei said to Xuehu.
"I don't!" Xue Hu got into her arms and refused to leave.
Long Zhutian stretched out his big hand, picked up its tail, and hung it out. Then he said something dull: "It's actually a male. I can't hold it anymore!"
