C86 In this story

"Feng Yu!"

demented old man was furious, his voice was louder and more deafening. It was hard to imagine how he was able to unleash such a tremendous amount of energy when he looked so shriveled, even thinner than the person who had fed the fire.

It wasn't just the young man who added fuel to the fire. My eyelids twitched as well, and even a few of my eyebrows seemed to fall off. At the same moment, I was convinced that I was not the puppet in this story, but that I had the right to control my own body.

This was much more comfortable! "demented old man …" I thought to myself as I replied. "Yes, yes, I'm right behind you."

I didn't know the old man's name, so I could only vaguely agree. I didn't want to agree, but God knows if the old man's next words would cause the roof to shatter if I remained silent like this.

Perhaps it was in the story, but in the end, it was impossible for her to have so much suspicion like reality did. Or was it that the old man's mind was not on me, but on the contents of the furnace? In short, he didn't care about my vague response, nor did he ask why I didn't reply for a long time. He only said anxiously, "Go! Go out and find out what's going on! You tell them that if I don't get what I want today and the furnace blows up, I'll let them all die with me! Go! "Do you hear me?!"

The old man's words were very domineering, as if his words could control everything here, including the lives of others. Life was not worth a penny in his eyes, and it was only natural.

But I was stunned when I heard this. Tell them? Who should I tell? I'm not familiar with this story at all. All I'm touching is the people and objects in this house. Is there anything else outside this house?

"What are you doing?"

Maybe because he saw that I did not make a move for a long time, demented old man finally turned his head to look at me. The impatience and irritation in his voice had suddenly disappeared, and at this moment, it had become somewhat hoarse and gloomy.

He turned his head and I saw the old man's face. For a moment, I didn't know how to describe what I was seeing. There was only one thought lingering in my mind. Was this a human face?

Under the yellow light of the candle flame, his sallow face was strangely pale, and his eyes looked as if they were devoid of anything. People even ignored the eyeballs fixed in his eye sockets. I could see the bones of his face through his shriveled lips and sunken eyes.

In other words, this face was actually a skull, covered with a layer of human skin that had been peeled off from a human body. Right, that was exactly how it was!

"Yes, yes, yes, I will go right away!"

In this already uncomfortable environment, the sight of this face made me feel even more uncomfortable. Although there wasn't any fear, such an ugly thing was challenging the limits of my sight.

The old man turned his face away again. His body began to tremble as he stared at the contents of the furnace. It was as if he had been drugged. No one who looked at him would understand.

Slowly step back. Behind me is the main entrance. The young man who had added fuel to the fire stopped the blackened shovel in his hand. He gave me an envious look, and then, just as the old man raised his head to look at him, he immediately thrust the shovel into the pile of coal beside him.

I looked somewhat sympathetically at the figure behind the furnace. He simply doesn't treat me as a human at all. It's fortunate that I didn't appear on that person. Otherwise, I would have suffered greatly.

In my heart, I mourned for him a thousand times. I turned at the door.

Like the windows, the door was also sealed by a black cloth. Inside and out, it had a total of three levels. Furthermore, these three layers of black cloth were extremely thick, and not a single ray of light could be seen coming in from the outside.

The black cloth was dry and did not feel wet, but it was still heavy, and even when I lifted it with my hand, I found it difficult.

Layer after layer, I finally pushed open the wooden door and saw what was outside — Bastard! It was still in the same room!

At this moment, I was really cursing. I randomly asked who the 18 generations of ancestors were, going back to the present, and scolded them over and over again in an orderly manner.

I don't know why I'm doing this. Maybe the depressing scene just now made me feel a little breathless? He had thought that the sky would be clear after he opened the door, but who would have thought that he would be in such a sealed space?

Fortunately, looking at the unsealed window, I heaved a sigh of relief. He could still hear the sounds coming from the room behind him.

"Phew …" Maybe I should change my mood! " I let out a sigh of relief and muttered a few words to myself. Then, I turned my body to the right and headed towards the door.

Creak!

I pushed open the door and... He was stunned.

The heck! Why is there more? What is this!? "

Although the space was much larger and seemed quite spacious and even empty, what made me angry was that it was actually in the same room.

Big house in the middle room, middle room in the small house, small house in the furnace, furnace in the open? The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. It seemed to me that I was nurturing a kind of qi, a gas that belonged solely to the object itself and needed to be carried out in isolation from the outside world, not contaminated by any impurities.

Only when the Qi entered the object and did it solidify completely and not dissipate, would the object that absorbed the Qi be able to see light.

Many people believed that the thing that was burned had a soul, and that under certain conditions, it could produce its own independent thoughts.

But in this way, there were few who were successful. If they succeeded, they would die a horrible death.

This was the creation of life! It was one thing if he didn't succeed, but if he did, he would be punished by the heavens! It could be seen from many ancient books that when something with intelligence was created, it would be accompanied by countless thunder and lightning. This was the wrath of the heavens, the wrath of the heavens. It was a warning to the world and it would be immediately punished. As a result, in the instant he was most proud of his work, countless ghosts handed over their lives, leaving behind countless memories and songs about him after his death.

If it was a naturally formed spiritual object, not only would there be no lightning that descended upon the world, it would instead be accompanied by all sorts of auspicious sights. This situation was well documented.

In ancient times, the Li family had a few sons who were famous for their businesses. They were talented enough to convince the people of the world, and they had a lifetime of unrestrained laughter. One day, in the wind, he was dressed in white and a white horse, riding past the place where the buckwheat was green. He happened to see a smoke rising up from a certain area, so he decided to write a song that would last forever.

This poem spread like wildfire through the world, and was never stopped. However, this poem was Li Shangyin's pride, the beautiful words that came out of ordinary people's mouths. It was a poem that the literati wished to hear from their own lips, but it was noticed by a group of tomb robbers who belonged to the line of golden field officers.

Later … And then … The living grave robber had found out where Li Shang Yin was and kidnapped him to coerce him into doing so. In the end, Li Shang Yin, who had been worshiped by his beauties, had told the teachers where he had passed by, and after that, a shocking piece of warm jade named Lan Tian had appeared. The living grave robber had found out about Li Shang Yin's whereabouts, kidnapped Li Shang Yin, and kidnapped him, and had threatened Li Shang Yin.

Of course, these are all events that happened after humans and cannot be recorded in the annals of history. Only many ancient families that like to hunt for strange things have these rare books passed down from generation to generation, and I'm glad that I was lucky enough to see some information that was accidentally spread out.

As I had expected, the structure of the house was three-way, the largest and most spacious space being the formal outermost floor. The moment I opened the door, fresh air rushed into my eyes, my nostrils, my ears.

There seemed to be a sweetness in every breath.

Tat tat tat! The sound of scattered footsteps reached my ears, and I didn't have time to survey my surroundings. I looked down where the footsteps had come from and saw a group of people running up the wooden stairs in front of me.

The moment the leader saw me, he let out a sigh of relief and slowed down. He was still far away, so he shouted, "Master Feng! Master Feng! "

Lord Feng? Is he calling me? When did I become an adult? In that room, I thought to myself in amusement, the old man was extremely irritable when he told me to do things. His attitude was even worse than when he treated a servant, and the one who lit the fire didn't seem to have much fear when he looked at me.

Smiling at the running crowd, I straightened up and didn't answer, or rather, I didn't know what to say. This is in a story, everything should be in an orderly development, unfortunately I have not read the script of this story, this is completely in the dark.

But on the contrary, I can't act according to my own thoughts. Otherwise, if I accidentally caused this story that I should have continued on with to collapse, my soul would probably be trapped here, or it could even be said that I will be locked in this illusory void.

I don't want to die! I thought to myself, "Finally, this group of people wearing unique Ming Dynasty hats ran up the stairs while gasping for breath. They stood in front of me, and after taking a few breaths, the leader of the group said," Master Feng! We were about to go in when you came out. "

"Hmm? What's the matter? " I replied indifferently.

The person looked a little embarrassed and said, "About that... We're going to say that the thing won't be here for three days. "