Chapter 2220： Memory recovery (1)

In a hidden location in the village closest to the foot of the mountain, a small bamboo building appeared in front of the two of them.

The doors and windows of Xiaozhu Building were all tightly closed.

The wind in the mountains rustled the bamboo forest behind the house.

The whole small bamboo building was deadly silent.

Obviously there is nothing, but there is always a feeling of being stared at by people like a man on his back.

Standing in this corner in the shadows, people couldn't help but feel chills in their backs.

Lan Yue has long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of big winds and waves, even if she shuttles through the battlefield full of dead people, she has never had such a strange feeling.

A thin layer of sweat formed in the palm of his hand, pulling Xiao Chen's hand tightly.

Xiao Chen smiled and hugged her in his arms, bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead, "Fool, what are you afraid of with me."

Leaning on his solid and warm chest, the chill behind Lan Yue finally slowly disappeared.

With a slight breath, a heart with a little anxiety settled down, and he couldn't help but squeezed some into his arms, and said, "Yes."

A smile overflowed in Xiao Chen's eyes, because of the relationship between Lan Yue's own growth and experience, she seldom feared anything.

Except when the two were in bed, she almost never appeared in such a time when the bird was in love with people.

Xiao Chen seriously thought about the most famous haunted houses in the world, and when the matter was over, it seemed a good choice to take Lan Yue to visit those places.

Of course, it's better not to tell Lan Yue about this kind of thing in advance.

With people in his hands, he walked forward to the front of the small bamboo building.

The feeling of being stared at was getting stronger and stronger, and even Xiao Chen couldn't help frowning slightly.

He raised his eyes and carefully looked at the small bamboo building in front of him.

The windows and doors were all closed, and there was not a trace of popularity.

It's not like a place where people live at all.

Obviously it is a sunny morning, standing here, but I can't feel the warmth of the sun at all.

As if a few meters away, the dividing line between light and darkness completely separates this place from the outside into two completely different worlds.

Xiao Chen pursed his lips, turned his head and said to Lan Yue, "You wait for me here first."

Lan Yue nodded, "Then be careful."

Although the owner of the house where they lived before, Aman, said that with the disappearance of the previous generation of saints, the Gu technique here has been lost.

But this place is the origin of Gu technique after all, and it has gone through thousands of years.

No one knows if it is really lost.

The owner of this small bamboo building is also the father of the previous generation of saints. If they really don't understand anything, Aman wouldn't be able to let them come here to find him.

And the feeling of being stared at like a shadow is really weird.

"En." Xiao Chen let go and let go of Lan Yue.

When I walked to the door, the small bamboo building was a stilted building, and the door was still tens of centimeters away from the ground.

Xiao Chen pursed his lower lip, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Before he could tap his fingers, the sense of crisis he had honed for a long time immediately made him feel the crisis from behind.

At the same time, "Xiao Chen be careful."

Lan Yue, who was not far behind, let out an exclamation, and quickly rushed towards Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen quickly turned his body sideways, and a black shadow flew past his face, leaving a faint smell.

And Lan Yue just rushed in front of him, snorted, and hugged him tightly.

Xiao Chen's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached out to catch her, "Lan Yue, how are you? Where did you hurt?"