As Mo Li walked along the stone bridge into the distance, Cangshan Xue recalled the bone phoenix. Sure enough, it was also seriously injured, but it was still full of joy when it saw that its master was fine.
After receiving the bone phoenix into his own monster space, Cangshan Xue crossed his legs and performed his kung fu. As the true energy circulated, the wounds on his body slowly recovered. The body of a strong man who broke through to the divine level had already been reborn, and his recovery ability was naturally the same.
Very remarkable.
Walking across the stone bridge and passing through a moon gate, you will find the garden. Like the waterfront, there are also many light pillars inlaid with milky white crystals. The soft light reflects the entire courtyard like daylight.
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It's just that this garden is obviously in disrepair. The vegetation has long since grown. Large areas of dark green moss almost cover the entire stone path. The crystal orchid has grown to be as tall as half a person. Looking from a distance, it shows a little...
gloomy.
Looking around, Mo Li walked straight through the stone path and came to the three-story pavilion at the end.
Although the pavilion in front of you is covered with dust and hung with cobwebs, you can still see the prosperity and sophistication of the past. The exquisite jade plaque has three large purple characters that are gentle yet free and easy - Wangyou Pavilion.
Just looking at the font, it is not difficult to guess that this character must have been written by a woman.
"Madam Queen, I hope you don't mind borrowing some of your land!"
Guessing that this must be the place where the ghost king's beloved queen lived, Mo Li whispered and gently pushed open the ajar door.
The wooden door had not been moved for a long time, making creaking sounds, and a piece of dust was shaken off.
Inside the door, gauze curtains with beads, splendid carpets, jade tables, and silk couches all had a thick layer of dust, and were no longer as prosperous as before.
After passing through the hall, Mo Li walked directly into the door on the side.
This room is actually a bedroom. There are layers of bead curtains hanging beside the huge jade bed. Beside the bed, a bunch of white bones are covered with blood-red armor, lying on the ground in a prone posture.
There was an obvious sword mark on the back of the armor. It looked like someone had pierced the armor and injured the heart.
Mo Li stepped over the skeleton, lifted up the gauze curtain, and saw a white skeleton covered with purple gauze on the bed. There were large dark marks on the purple gauze clothes. Looking at the skeleton, one could tell that it was a woman.
Based on Mo Li's many years of experience, it is not difficult to judge that there should be a woman on the bed. Judging from the busyness of the clothes, it is very likely that she is the very favored queen. Looking at her like this, it is most likely that she cut her throat and committed suicide.
"Could these two be the Ghost King and Queen?!" Li Li shook his head gently, "It seems that they are also a couple!"
With a sigh, she turned around and was about to leave, when her toe touched something and made a clear sound.
Li Li lowered his face in confusion, bent down and looked under the bed, and saw a dagger-like weapon lying quietly on the jade floor not far behind the bed curtain.
The dagger was all ink and purple, the handle looked like jade but not jade, like stone but not stone. It was densely covered with complicated patterns. You could tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary thing.
Taking the dagger with his tentative hand, Mo Li raised his hand to wipe off the dust on the knife. There was no trace of rust on the dark purple knife, and it was still as clean as new.
Holding it between her fingers, Mo Li moved her fingers to play with the small dagger in her hand, feeling very satisfied. She raised her hand casually, and with a soft sound, the copper candle holder beside the bed broke.
"Good knife!"
Li Qiye sighed in admiration and stuffed it into his boots with his backhand.
She would not be polite to the living, let alone the dead.