Those portraits and dolls, in this atmosphere, looked extremely strange.

zz scared out the pig hiccup, [hic! Pervert, this portrait is full of the original owner, and that puppet is also the original owner, still waiting for the body, I'll go! 】

Ling Qingxuan took the lead in approaching the puppet. This puppet was made of some unknown material. It was very similar to her, but with her eyes closed, there was no anger or spiritual energy.

Ling Qingxuan raised her hand slightly, and Bai Su's words sounded in her mind.

Don't touch.

She withdrew her hand, opened the barrier, and walked towards the portraits again.

The original owner was wearing different clothes and backgrounds, and it looked like... a scene from a thousand years ago.

There are the original owner who catches the demon, who guides the teaching, what he looked like when he was enshrined, and the one who is in the coffin.

The room is not big, but these paintings occupy all the walls and floor tabletops.

Ling Qingxuan had just found a place where she could set her feet, when she heard zz calling, "Host, Shi Lao is here! 】

The restriction here is deeper and the induction is stronger.

The barrier around Ling Qingxuan's body was slammed violently, and a fissure appeared.

"Patriarch, you are here."

As gloomy as the slime in the quagmire, Shi Lao appeared from the shadows in a dark robe.

The black demonic energy on his body was very strong, and he was invisibly colliding with the pure spiritual energy on Ling Qingxuan's body without stopping for a moment.

Ling Qingxuan looked at him coldly, expressionless.

It seems that they have only met twice, both when they were just resurrected. After that, other elders would come to say hello from time to time and have an audience, but he has never appeared in front of Ling Qingxuan since that day.

Including now, even if he stood in front of her, his face was still shrouded in shadows, as if he was invisible.

"You are still as beautiful and pure as you were a thousand years ago." Elder Shi suddenly knelt down halfway, in a very sincere tone.

Even if Ling Qingxuan didn't say a word, he was still happy to himself, "Look, have you seen it? These paintings are all painted by me for you. There are still few here, next to the basement, I got through. I have a studio full of your portraits."

"And this doll, I made it for a long time, and she is exactly like you."

Shi Lao stood up slowly, walked to the side of the doll, picked up her silver hair, and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff.

"Unfortunately, she's just a dead thing now. There's nothing else but the same size as you."

"But it doesn't matter, Patriarch, I know you are missing one soul. As long as you come in, this puppet can fill your one soul. At that time, you will be complete and perfect."

"When she opens her eyes, she is you, you..."

Seeing that he couldn't stop talking, Ling Qingxuan interrupted, "Shut up."

Shi Lao covered his mouth in panic, "Patriarch, have I disturbed you?"

Ling Qingxuan pulled out the spirit sword and decided to kill this long tongue man.

Who knew that his face changed suddenly, "No, Patriarch, your sword is not this one."

He turned around and rummaged through the boxes, but he could only find pictures, all kinds of pictures.

He muttered for a while, then suddenly stopped, "By the way, your sword was broken and gone."

"It's okay, I'll prepare another for you." He condensed a black long sword and handed it over.

"Patriarch, with this one, you will be more perfect."

Ling Qingxuan gently stroked her face with a cold face, and the black sword disappeared.

Shi Lao let go, shook his hand, and walked to the door, "Patriarch, I've never dared to see you, do you know why?"

"I also want to use my most perfect posture to see you. It's not yet, not yet, but you came first. Although I'm happy, it's not enough."

"Patriarch, go back, let's meet at an appointment next time?"

zz was startled, [Host, what kind of neurosis is this, let's get rid of it, let's get rid of it, I'm in favor of it! 】

The talisman paper floating in the air was still glowing, and the light became bigger, covering the entire back room, and also showing the current appearance of Shi Lao.

On his old face, half of his wrinkled face was gone, but the other half was very old. Looking at his hair, it was black on one side, and black and white on the other.

This kind of combination is very strange, but the black qi entwined on that surface made Aya Qingxuan clearly see his bad luck.

"Don't, don't look!" Shi Lao covered his face with his half-old palm.

His voice became choked, "Patriarch, I've been waiting for you for too long. I've waited until the age when you're about to enter the ground. I thought I couldn't wait for you in this life."

He choked, and suddenly laughed again, "But I waited, it must be a blessing in my previous lives."

"If I let you go today, you will definitely not come back, so..." He put down his hands, his face twisted, "Don't leave, okay?"

Countless black talismans rammed around the room, and the cracks in the barrier around Ling Qingxuan were getting bigger and bigger.

When they were all broken, those black talismans just stayed by her side quietly and didn't hurt her.

Interweaving silver and black, it is mesmerizing and indulging in this silent night.

Shi Lao's figure moved in front of her instantly, looking at her fascinatedly, "Tonight, just stay with me."

He stretched out his hand and waved, and the puppet opened its eyes.

Empty, dark, nothing, waiting to be filled.

She moved her limbs stiffly, squeaked and walked to Elder Shi's side, tilting her head and staring at Ling Qingxuan.

"I'll be fine right away, it won't be uncomfortable at all." With a smile on Mr. Shi's weird face, he took out a knife and coaxed, "I'm ready for everything else, as long as you drop a drop of blood, give me a drop of blood Okay."

The girl who had been silent all the time lightly opened her red lips, and said lightly under this bright light: "Only my blood?"

"Yes." Shi Lao eagerly said, "Just one drop, as long as your..."

Before his old hoarse voice could fall, he saw the girl's fingertips slightly lifted, and something flew over.

The bright red blood beads melted into the doll's forehead, Shi Lao no longer looked at Ling Qingxuan, but looked at the doll excitedly.

The complete homeowner is back and wants to…

The doll's face was expressionless, with a flirty red in the eye sockets, and then the limbs twisted in a strange posture, and the creaking sound continued to increase.

Aya Qingxuan said that it was not unusual to see a puppet that looked exactly like him writhing weirdly.

【Host, this is... 】

I don't know whose blood was on that instrument, but it was used for it.

Anyway, as long as it's not hers.

Shi Lao frowned, "Patriarch, what's wrong with you, the formation and other things are obviously fine."

He was about to start the inspection, but the puppet returned to normal. Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Shi's dry and old neck.

"Home, homeowner?"

After touching it, he was stunned.

Blood, how is that drop of blood his?

Ruined... Ruined!

It seems to feel the blood source of the main body, and the strength of the doll is getting stronger and stronger.

Shi Lao stretched out his hand, but was reluctant to hurt the puppet.

He turned his neck with difficulty and looked at the cold girl.

"Patriarch, Patriarch."

With a sound, as if the demon who wanted to climb out of **** called.

"Send you a ride."

The girl waved her sword coldly, and a flower appeared in front of Shi Lao.

He saw that the puppet shattered into powder, and saw that his hand was swallowed by black gas.

Seeing the bright light, his expression was cold, like a handful of snow on the top of a snow-capped mountain, as solid as ever, never melting.

His eyes were fixed on this moment forever.