On a cold winter in the last century, Zhang Qiling's adoptive father returned from Nepal and brought him back to the Zhang family, who was still in his infancy.

This baby with a mysterious background has become an alien to the Zhang family. No one knows who his biological father is, but only knows that his mother's name is Baima, and she is a female Tibetan doctor.

In the year he was born, the Zhang family opened the dragon pattern stone box of King Mu of Zhou and took out the dead baby who had been sleeping for 3,000 years.

However, Zhang Qiling was regarded as a substitute for the baby and became a tool to consolidate the faith of the Zhang family.

When he was eight or nine years old, in order to find the token of his former patriarch, the Zhang family brought him, who had Qilin's blood, into the underground of the ancient city of Sizhou, forcibly bleed and dewormed, allowing him to clear the passage buried in the mud, and even entered a small space where adults could not pass through to find a clear weapon.

Unlike the arrogant children of the family, Zhang Qiling has no protection from his biological parents, and his adoptive father died in his childhood. He grew up alone in this dark, cold and complex family, which gradually formed a taciturn character.

However, when the Zhang family was falling apart and the building was about to collapse, this child who was ignored and used by the tribe members was ordered to take on the heavy responsibility of the Zhang family leader.

Under such a dark life experience, he had absentia. He would lose his memory every once in a while. In his world, he was always looking for his past.

Qi Lechuan clearly felt his uneasiness. He seemed to have seen something, and sweat oozed out of his forehead.

"Brother, you can't leave anymore. This fox will pull you into the darkness forever and be lost in the past." She raised her hand and covered his eyes.

Zhang Qiling did not respond and was still moving up the steps step by step.

Qi Lechuan gritted his teeth, and she was also affected.

Psychologically suffering from destruction.

"A fortune teller takes the position of a national teacher, and this ability can only fool the emperor."

"We will jointly write a letter to impeach the saint, which will confuse the public and the heart of the poisonous scorpion."

"The destruction of sacrifices will lead to the destruction of his heart!"

Her mind was filled with the words of the ministers, and the things in front of her seemed to be shaking.

Finally, her little hand slowly loosened.

Zhang Qiling's eyes were revealed, as if he was crazy, and his face was filled with pain.

He opened his thin lips lightly and spit out a few words from his mouth, "Motuo, Tibet."

It's like a place name, Qi Lechuan was so dizzy that he couldn't hear the Qing Dynasty.

The little ghost floated in the air, watching their movements lazily, or feeling bored, and then spoke, "Do you want me to help?"

Qi Lechuan suddenly pinched his palm, and he felt a little more awake when he felt pain.

"Break the fox statue."

In Qi Lechuan's heart, Zhang Qiling was like a machine without emotions. The only time there was light in his eyes was that she spoke to protect him.

She had never seen Zhang Qiling lose his composure.

What exactly did he see?

The little ghost was about to get closer when a sensation of dizziness came, and it took a step back.

It was obviously confused because it shouldn't feel anything.

Qi Lechuan growled, "Break it!"

It came back to its senses and hammered towards the stone statue fiercely.

Gravel fell all over the ground.

Zhang Qiling's eyes gradually became clear, but they were still as indifferent as water, calm and without any turbulence. It seemed that he was not the one who had just lost his composure.

Qi Lechuan breathed a sigh of relief. She did not forget the little ghost's confusion just now. Could it have also seen its darkness?

At this moment, she also had some doubts about its life experience and planned to wait for the end of the incident to investigate.

Finally, I walked up the hundred-stairs stairs. On the back of the throne was a sarcophagus. On the sarcophagus was a black fox, and the black fox licked his claws and looked at them.

Qi Lechuan was angry. From the perspective of Feng Shui, the coffin hides the dragon's energy and nourishes itself.

Emperor Yang of Wenqing is the true dragon emperor himself. His tomb will never be like this. Is there any details she has forgotten back then?

This black fox is different from the others. It is arrogant and ostentatious, with three tails behind it swaying from time to time.

"Three-tailed Fox." Qi Lechuan was about to explain.

Zhang Qiling put her aside, unsheathed the blade, and the cold light faced the black fox.

"Aren't you planning to stop him? The black fox's tail is a curse." The little ghost floated to her side and whispered to remind him.

Qi Lechuan pursed his lips and suddenly reached out to grab its collar, his eyes full of ruthlessness, "Xiaojiu, don't you think you know too much? You can tell me one or two of them from Qimen Bagua to Maoshan Taoist Skills. Who are you?"

The little devil struggled to fly into the air and snorted proudly, "You are stupid."

Qi Lechuan glanced at it coldly, obviously looking back and settled the accounts.

In a blink of an eye, they met the eyes of the black fox and were in a palace.

Zhang Qiling held her hand, afraid that she would lose it again, and the wind blew up the corner of the tulle in front of her, revealing the owner inside.

The woman was wearing a pure white sacrificial Taoist robe, and her three thousand hairs were scattered casually. She raised her slender hand and pointed cinnabar between her eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Qi Lechuan's heart tightened and he couldn't help but look at Zhang Qiling. Seeing that his face was normal, a little cruel in her eyes rolled up. The fox was the best at torture people's consciousness with fantasy. This three-tailed fox was even more so. The illusion mirror it created could pull others in.

"Saint, the sacrifice is about to begin. Are you ready?" A nasty voice sounded, and the throat seemed to be stuck.

The woman applied rouge on her white lips, and her expression was a bit complicated. Her face in the mirror was shocking, and her every move was all about the charm of a beauty.

"Tell Master Jiang Tian, ​​I'll arrive later, don't worry that I will run away." A sarcastic arc was drawn from the corner of her mouth.

"The saint is joking. Master Tianshi is accompanying His Majesty. You have prepared the ceremony and you will start. Before leaving, do you have any words for the villain to take? "

The woman's face changed instantly, and she suppressed her panic in her heart, "I want to see Your Majesty."

"This villain can't help you."

"I want to see Your Majesty!!" She shouted, and wanted to get up as if she was broken. She had an iron chain tied to her feet and fell down unsteadily.

"I'm delusional. Your family has been defeated and you have no chance."

As an outsider this time, Qi Lechuan's mentality has become much calmer. What she sees is her past, a past that is unbearable to look back on.

The little ghost floated into the blood jade, and it empathized with the emotions in her heart.

Zhang Qiling raised his foot and walked in. They were like transparent people. He clearly saw the wound on the woman's body. Except for that face, the rest of the body was covered with bruises. The white sacrificial garments could not cover the blood stains on her body.

A man in a yellow python robe came outside the palace. He was noble in temperament, and his face seemed to have a mask, always smiling, gentle and fatal.

"I heard that my dear want to see me, but I regret it?" His voice was gentle, as it was at the beginning.

The woman knelt down in panic, but the words said were the last trace of dignity. "I have not. If the sacrificial ceremony was held as usual today, can Your Majesty agree to let Qi's family go?"
Chapter completed!