On the bluestone slabs in the alley, a thin layer of cold and strange red drizzle had already accumulated, like snow.

Ye Luo suddenly looked up and looked at the moving figure, and his heart suddenly became turbulent.

After the great changes in the world, Ye Luo first heard the names of pre-Qin, Xu Fu, and Qin Shihuang from a real monk. This black-clothed look like ink, his eyes were as cold as spring, and occasionally a touch of skin appeared. There was another thrilling white figure. What is his identity?

Is she really from the legendary ghost land?

Ye Luo raised his hand, under the moonlight, on his thumb, the green ring was simple and vicissitudes. The ring was given to him by Cang Song before. The person inside was indeed falling asleep, his body full of strange taboo aura, and was petrified Xu Fu.

At that time, red embroidered shoes were there too.

"I don't know." Ye Luo glanced at the figure deeply, then asked: "Do you know?"

The black-clothed figure paused slightly, without nodding or shaking his head. The corner of the clothes swayed, and his eyes fell on Ye Luo's ring again, saying, "He and I are not from the same age, but this person is very mysterious."

Qin Shihuang was naturally mysterious. In the history of China, almost no emperor could be more mysterious than him.

Ye Luo was slightly disappointed.

"However, I've seen Xu Fu." The figure spoke again, then she glanced at the donkey behind Ye Luo and said lightly: "Xu Fu went to the Netherworld Ghost Land alone, trying to borrow the Netherworld Spear and take the Qin ship to enter the Forbidden Land of the Styx River by taking the Qin ship. However, he did not borrow it, but he took away another thing from the Netherworld Ghost Land."

"What?" Ye Luo swallowed.

"Coffin-Suppressing Lantern." The dark figure, the chilly spring eyes, was slightly cold.

"What is that?" Ye Luo left no trace and completely blocked Zhou Xiaoyu behind him.

"A soul-suppressing tool can be used to suppress coffin, but Xu Fu does not have the ability to take it away. The person who actually took the coffin-suppressing lamp was the donkey that was held in your hand." The figure's eyes became even colder, and then he said: "When Xu Fu entered the Netherworld forbidden area, he used some forbidden techniques, but he actually mixed into the Netherworld ghost land and broke into the Netherworld ancestral tomb protected by the Emperor's formation pattern. It stole one of the ancestral tombs and stole the coffin-suppressing lamp."

Ye Luo's body was slightly stiff, and he couldn't help but look back at the donkey that twitched from time to time, fell into a strange state, and temporarily lost consciousness. He was shocked. What a fuck, this donkey had robbed the ancestral tomb of such a mysterious and terrifying place in the pre-Qin period?

"The donkey should have had some kind of cooperation and plan with Xu Fu back then. However, after digging the ancestral grave and stealing the coffin-control lamp, the donkey wanted to swallow the coffin-control lamp alone, and also used some ancient curse ghost medicine to faint Xu Fu and looted Xu Fu.

Then, the donkey triggered a joint pursuit between Xu Fu, Qin Shihuang and the Netherworld Ghost Land. Finally, when the donkey was chased to the ancient forbidden area, it entered the ancient forbidden area and disappeared from the pre-Qin era." The dark figure continued to speak.

Ye Luo became more and more frightened as he heard it. He mommyed. He had asked the donkey many times, asking why it was sealed on the ancient altar of the dry well. It kept answering, saying that Xu Fu had pitted it, and pitted it on the ancient altar of the dry well, and kept calling Xu Fu and Qin Shihuang shameless.

Now, what a fuck, listening to the truth that the person in front of him said was shocking. Ye Luo twitched hard, who is shameless? It’s so amazing, this donkey has surpassed the shameless realm!

Not only is he shameless, he is also so shameless.

Ye Luo calmed down for a while before he came back to his senses, spoke again, saying, "Why did Xu Fu go to your ghost land to borrow the spear of the God of the Underworld, and why did he cooperate with this donkey to steal the coffin-suppressing lamp from your ancestral grave?"

The figure was silent for a while before speaking: "Qin Shihuang, Xu Fu wants to enter the Styx forbidden area."

There were too many secrets in the pre-Qin period. Ye Luo took a deep breath and suddenly remembered that when he fell into the Styx, he accidentally got on a Qin ship transformed from a black-sailed boat, and suddenly said, "Did they go in? Why did they go in?"

"They went in, but no one knew what they were looking for. At the beginning, I rode the green bull west out of Hangu Pass, the ancient city of Loulan disappeared into the desert overnight, the Sakyamuni disappeared in the East China Sea, the Master brought the Yijing into the Western Desert, and the various schools of thought in the pre-Qin period were missing, perhaps, all of which were related to what they were looking for." The figure spoke again.

Ye Luo's body shook again, his eyes were a little stunned. After a while, he spoke and said, "These people really existed in history?"

"There are records of these people in the Ghost Sutra Pavilion in the Netherworld Ghost Land. They should have existed. They are all looking for the same thing." The dark figure looked at the donkey again.

Zhou Xiaoyu stared at him and grabbed Ye Luo's corner of his clothes.

As a former urbanite, she and Ye Luo were as shocked as they were. For these things, the information they knew, and even the people who came out of the city, knew about the same information.

Many times, these things only exist in legends and no one has ever taken them seriously.

However, there are no groundless legends, and rumors always hide the truth and clues that are flooded by the long river of history.

"He, aren't they looking for Jiulong to pull the coffin? Don't they want to know what's in Jiulong to pull the coffin?" Ye Luo suddenly remembered that the donkey had said that Qin Shihuang built the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, even casting the Great Wall, using this as a formation, and entering the Styx River, were all for finding Jiulong to pull the coffin.

Could it be that the truth is not?

"No, the Jiulong Coffin has been underground in the Stone City since ancient times, suppressing taboo objects. This news is not a secret. The Jiulong Coffin does not need to be found. The Jiulong Coffin has never been opened since the ages.

The Nine Dragons Coffin is not what they are looking for." The blood moon fell, the dark figure as dark as ink, the chilly spring eyes and the thrilling temperament were frozen in Ye Luo's eyes.

Zhou Xiaoyu pulled Ye Luo's hand and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Ye, what exactly are they looking for?"

Ye Luo shook his head and said, "I don't know either."

"You will know soon, as long as you can leave the city alive." The voice rang out again.

"What do you mean?" Ye Luo looked up and looked at the figure who assassinated Tian Xuanzi with the Spear of the God of the Underworld.

The figure did not directly answer Ye Luo's question, but instead asked another question that seemed irrelevant and said: "Have you ever seen the red shore flower?"

Ye Luo was stunned for a while, and still shook his head and said, "It has been heard in the legend that the red shore flower grew under the Naihe Bridge and in the Forgetful River. Have you seen it? The red shore flower is related to what they are looking for?"
Chapter completed!