After hearing Murong Yan's words, I nodded to her.

Although I want to maintain my current state, it does not mean that I am an ignorant fool.

If it can, it can really relieve the yin marriage and ghost technique, then it will be really good for Murong Yan and me.

I focused my head at Murong Yan and showed a slight smile.

And at this moment, the white paper maid who had left before came back with a box.

"Miss, I'm bringing the stuff!" said the white paper maid respectfully, and even knelt on the ground.

When Murong Yan saw that the thing was brought, he looked happy and said to me again: "Come on, come and see what I want to give you!"

Murong Yan was so mysterious that my curiosity was also aroused.

"Oh? So mysterious!"

Murong Yan smiled beautifully and didn't say anything, but walked directly to the maid.

I followed behind me and walked over.

Grandma Mo always looks like that, standing aside, smiling and not talking.

Murong Yan took the box and said to the maid: "If you send the order, you must be strictly guarded at all positions, especially the Yin grass cultivation site. If there is any disturbance, you must report it."

"Yes, Miss!" The white paper maid continued to speak.

Murong Yan nodded slightly: "Go down!"

The white paper maid immediately took the order and left, and Murong Yan held the box and said to me: "Damn scumbag, the things in it are my life. They are also the only thing I have kept during my lifetime. I want to give it to you and I like you to keep it well."

Looking at Murong Yan's solemn look, I couldn't help but become solemn.

The only thing Murong Yan kept during his lifetime is to give it to me now.

This, this friendship is so great.

I seemed a little surprised: "This, this is a bit bad! This, this is the only thing you have left in your lifetime!"

Murong Yan looked at the wooden box and smiled: "Yes. But I can't use it now, and the corpse sect is gone. This thing is not only the only thing I had in my lifetime, but also the evidence that our corpse sect has existed!"

When I heard the word "corpse gate", I couldn't help but feel nervous.

Yang Xue told me before that the corpse sect was originally named Yin Zimen.

The disciples in the sect have no humans, no corpses, no yin or yang, and like to use living people to make furnaces and cauldrons to practice.

The higher the Tao, the more furnaces and cauldrons.

Later, it was destroyed by many sects in the world.

I took a deep breath, and then spoke to Murong Yan: "Yin Zimen?"

Murong Yan suddenly heard me say these three words, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and looked at me deeply.

Then, she nodded heavily again: "That's right, Yin Zi Sect and Zi Sect are all titles of our sects. However, if it is passed on to me, it will completely lose its inheritance..."

Speaking of this, Murong Yan seemed a little disappointed and sad, as if he had recalled many unhappy past events.

I didn't ask. In my opinion, Murong Yan is not the kind of demon who takes human life and practices magic as a furnace and cauldron.

She didn't do this after her death, and it was even more impossible for her to be the kind of demon that Yang Xue said during her lifetime.

I didn't say anything, but looked at Murong Yan.

Murong Yan hesitated for a moment and continued: "Our corpse sect once traversed the right path in the world, but because of the orthodox struggle among the sects three hundred years ago, the sects declined."

"A ancestor who was walking towards the evil path used all means to practice martial arts in order to seek immortality, and even if he used the living person."

"From that time, my corpse sect was identified as a cult. I liked to practice living people as a furnace and cauldron. This caused a disaster for killing people. After hundreds of years of storms, my corpse could only survive until it was passed on to Zhou Yun and I. We wanted to cheer up my corpse sect to re-record the name of my corpse sect. But..."

Speaking of this, Murong Yan sighed like a living person, showing helplessness.

"How come Zhou Yun and I died one after another, becoming ghost eyes to capture the soul, seize the soul pattern, and become the battle puppet in our hands for more than a hundred years..."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

It turns out that the Yin Zi Sect, which was originally regarded as a cult, actually has such a story.

No wonder Murong Yan asked me to call her the corpse girl. It turned out that behind the word "corpse", she still shoulders the responsibility of revitalizing the sect.

If it were before, Murong Yan would definitely not have told me this, but now Murong Yan told me her story.

I believe her, and I think what Murong Yan said is true.

My expression was also very serious. At this moment, I looked at the wooden box again and said, "Then what is the inside of this box?"

Murong Yan looked at the box and opened the lock with his hands.

"It is the treasure of my sect's inheritance, the spiritual sword..."

Murong Yan just mentioned the word "spiritual knife", but Murong Yan had already opened the box.

The moment the box opened, my pupils dilated.

Immediately afterwards, I found that there was a small dagger inside the box.

The dagger is only short and small in length, with a sword sheath on it.

The scabbard is not exquisite, a bit quaint, so it is simply a bit ugly.

But in Murong Yan's eyes, this seemed like a treasure.

Murong Yan slowly took out the dagger: "Damn scumbag, this is the spiritual knife. It has been passed down for thousands of years in our sect. The sword body is extremely sharp, and it cuts iron like mud, and it has a special ability..."

"Special ability?" I asked in surprise, and watched Murong Yan pull out the dagger bit by bit.

Murong Yan did not answer and pulled out the dagger little by little.

I widened my eyes and cut iron like mud, it must be a treasure knife.

It looks simple on the outside, but the sword body is probably splattering cold light and murderous intent.

I was thinking this way, but just as Murong Yan twitched his dagger, I was stunned.

I saw that the dagger and sword body were gray-brown, rusty, and it looked like it was about to break.

I was stunned for a moment. The cold light that had been agreed to splash everywhere, and the murderous aura that had been agreed to be impressed?

Why, why is it like a broken copper and iron? Murong Yan won’t pick up a rotten dagger and fool me, right?

I looked embarrassed: "This is the extremely sharp baby, and the iron-cutting thing is like mud?"

Seeing me like this, Murong Yan curled a disdainful smile on his lips. He shook his hand, raised his dagger and waved it to the stone table next to him.

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene appeared.

With a crisp "bang", the stone table was slashed out and a gap in a dagger.

However, the dagger in Murong Yan's hand was intact and still looked like a ragged one.

I was shocked to see this.

The stone table is at least fifteen centimeters thick. Not to mention breaking it, even if it is cut up without rolling the blade, it is a good knife.

But the dagger actually cut through it with one knife, and he himself was unscathed.

Baby, this is indeed a baby.
Chapter completed!