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Chapter 135: The Legend of the Burial King

"Your feeling is indeed correct!" Su Fengxi chuckled and explained casually, "This spring mountain is full of Yin spirits floating around, so it is naturally quite eerie, especially at night. Night is the time for Yin spirits to be active.

So the feeling will be more obvious!”

"The reason those people were in such a mess before was because they encountered a ghost beating the wall and kept wandering around inside, so they were in such a mess!"

"Yin spirit?"

"Is it a ghost? Do ghosts really exist in the world?"

Su Fengxi chuckled, "There is a difference between Yin spirits and ghosts!"

"Is there really a soul after death?"

"Of course not!" Su Fengxi shook his head, "Death is like a lamp going out. Most people will not have souls. Unless a person has a very strong obsession and has strong soul power during his lifetime, there will be unknown things after death.

Only when the wish is made will the Yin spirit be born, which can also be said to be a special energy body. This can be explained by scientific means."

Su Fengyuan was confused when he heard this, and Su Fengci was also confused. What the little sister said, they were really a little confused. Soul, Yin spirit, is a special energy body.

"According to what you say, the entire Quan Mountain is filled with Yin spirits?"

Su Fengxi shook her head and explained, "No, if Quanshan is full of Yin spirits, Kyoto will probably be in chaos, and there are people from the Special Service Department here, so they won't leave Quanshan's Yin spirits alone!"

"As for why, we will know it after we reach the top of the mountain. The evil spirit and yin energy are transmitted from the top of the mountain. If you want to know, we will know it when we go up tomorrow!"

"Aren't you afraid of me saying this this late at night?"

Su Fengyuan laughed, "I'm not afraid, you're not afraid, what are we afraid of!"

As older siblings, can they say they are scared in front of their little sister? Of course not.

The three of them were very tired throughout the whole day. Because they had experience in surviving in the wild, they were not afraid and rested against the tree trunk for a while.

As for whether there will be any wild beasts, they don't have to worry. After all, they have already prepared for this situation, so it will not prevent them from resting peacefully.

In the dead of night, Su Fengxi waved her hands, and an invisible barrier enveloped the three of them, and then she began to close her eyes.

Han Yuexi and others who finally caught up on the other side saw the three of them resting with their backs against the tree trunk. They did not come forward to say hello. Instead, they chose a place not far or near from them to sit down and rest.

After a day's journey, they were already too tired to bear it. In addition, the night in Quanshan was extremely gloomy, making them extremely uncomfortable, but they did not dare to relax easily. Who knew what would happen next?

, they can only blame their luck, it really couldn’t be worse.

Drowsily, Qin Shuangxue felt someone calling her. Qin Shuangxue struggled to open her eyes, and then she was stunned. Where is this place?

An ancient carved huanghuali bed, a simple and elegant room, covered with a silk quilt, and an extremely soft quilt underneath.

Qin Shuangxue started to do it subconsciously, and found that the clothes on her body had been changed at some point. She was wearing a bright red wedding robe. Qin Shuangxue was stunned and opened the quilt. At this moment, the door creaked open.

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"Madam, you're awake!"

A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old was looking at her with surprise, "If you don't wake up, the king will come here in person!"

Qin Shuangxue looked at everything around her calmly. Although she didn't know why she woke up in a strange place after sleeping, she was not one of those girls who would cry when something happened. On the contrary, she was very calm.

"Who are you?"

"Madam, I am Yingliu. The king sent me here to serve the madam. Madam, look at these. These are the betrothal gifts prepared by the king for you. Do you like them?"

Qin Shuangxue nodded calmly and walked towards the bronze mirror. Although the bronze mirror did not look very clear, she could still see clearly that the woman in the mirror was not her, but another person, and she was a stunningly beautiful girl.

"lady?"

"You get out first!"

As soon as Qin Shuangxue opened her mouth, she subconsciously covered her mouth. This was not her own voice. After Yingliu went out, Qin Shuangxue began to think about what she was doing before.

She obviously went to Quanshan with her eldest brother and the others, and then met Gui Daqiang in Quanshan, and then met the three brothers and sisters in Quanshan. Then Zhou Chensen calculated that they would be in trouble in Quanshan.

But there was still a glimmer of hope, which was the three brothers and sisters, so they chased after them, and then because they were too tired, they went to bed and woke up in this strange place.

Quanshan, Buried Soul King, King, Buried Soul King?

Qin Shuangxue's expression changed. Could it be that the place where she is now is the residence of the Soul Burial King?

Qin Shuangxue didn't know much about the legend of the Buried Soul King. He only knew that the Buried Soul King was the buried god of the Buried clan thousands of years ago. He protected the Buried clan and became the buried god of the Buried clan.

Moreover, it is precisely because of the protection of the Burial God that the Burial clan has always had good weather and is not disturbed by the outside world.

The Mian clan would sacrifice to the Buried Soul King every ten years, and among the sacrificed items were the saints of the Buried Clan. In the words of the Buried clan, those who could win the favor of the Buried Soul King were theirs.

It's an honor, but is it really so?

Thousands of years ago, there were monks in ancient China. Many people speculated that the Soul Burial King was one of the powerful ones. However, due to the thinness of the earth's spiritual energy, the powerful monks left for higher cultivation planes, leaving behind

Those who came down were just some monks with mediocre cultivation. In the end, they died because they could not ascend.

It is rumored that after the Soul Burial King was enthroned, he transformed into a patron saint to protect the Burial Clan. The Burial Clan had worshiped the Burial Soul King for generations, but they did not know that what they worshiped was no longer the Burial Soul King, but the ghost of the Burial Soul King.

Yin Ling wanted to practice, but it was definitely not as simple as imagined. Naturally, he wanted to think of countermeasures, but unfortunately, he failed.

Qin Shuangxue was very sure that this was not her body, so why did the Soul Burial King attract her soul and inject it into this corpse while she was sleeping?

She had never encountered this kind of situation before, so she didn't know what to do. She just hoped that her elder brother and the others could discover her current situation. She didn't know what would happen next.

"Madam, madam, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Shuangxue pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay!"

"Madam, the king invites you to go to the wedding hall. All the guests have been waiting for a long time!"

Qin Shuangxue's face froze, "Xitang?"

Taking another look at the red wedding robe she was wearing, her face was even more ugly, but now she was under the eaves and had to lower her head. She was just a teenage girl and had never had such an experience.


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