The wind blows from the passage above my head.

Gu Qingshan moved his hand away from the secret wall and sighed:

"It is really not easy for the saint of Fengyu to build such a hidden passage alone in a place without turning."

The fox girl said proudly: "Of course, she did the entire geostationary geography of the unturned land. The many constructions were intertwined, and the layout of the underground palace and even the passages and magic circles. All the saints had their own opinions. Only she could convince the public and then make the final decision."

Gu Qingshan nodded and said, "But time has passed so long, has the evil demon not noticed it at all?"

"I don't know, why don't you use me to calculate a fortune." said the fox girl.

Gu Qingshan took out the copper coins as he said and sprinkled them into the void.

The copper coins kept spinning, and finally showed the upward side.

"It's so bad, no matter how you calculate it, it's all this hexagram." The fox girl said deflatedly.

"Then be careful."

Gu Qingshan didn't care and said with a smile.

He rolled on the spot and turned into a big orange cat all over. He borrowed "Yu Wuxia" from Weizun, and his body disappeared in the void.

"Let's go?" asked the fox girl.

"Meow!" the orange cat nodded and shouted.

Its body flew upwards in a straight line.

The passage was filled with cold wind, dry and cool, and the orange cat ran up the vertical wall.

After dozens of breaths.

The orange cat slowed down and looked up quietly.

I saw a dark shadow lying quietly on the wall, motionless.

"Amitabha, this is the guardian among the evil demons. He is specifically responsible for patrolling in a place without turning and checking the situation everywhere. Be careful of the donor." The old monk's voice sounded.

The orange cat jumped gently to the other end of the wall, and its body flashed and surpassed the shadow.

It turned around and looked at the evil demon, but saw that the other party was still motionless.

The orange cat tilted his head and thought for a while, equipped himself with the title of "Void War God" and looked at the evil demon again.

This time, the orange cat immediately saw countless runes in the void.

They are arranged and combined in a specific way, surrounding the demons, forming a mysterious technique.

"What are you?" asked the orange cat secretly.

All the mysterious runes surged, and they told the orange cat their power in a soundless voice.

In a moment.

The orange cat showed a sudden look.

It turned out that the entire passage was covered with invisible mysteries, which were specifically targeted at evil spirits, making it impossible for them to notice the movements around them.

But if someone wants to investigate the situation here, this mysterious technique will completely disappear, so that this technique will not be discovered.

The evil demon only knew that there was a hidden passage here. After checking out nothing, he sent someone to guard it, but he didn't know that it was futile.

The orange cat sighed silently.

The sage of wind and rain.

The magic she set up could do this countless years after her death, and her strength was simply unimaginable.

However, a saint like her died.

The orange cat shook his head and continued to run up the wall.

After counting the breaths.

It crouched in front of a small recessed terrace.

The orange cat stretched out its front paws and touched it hard on a certain wall tiles.

On the terrace, something small suddenly appeared.

The orange cat stared at the thing, and a confused look flashed in his eyes.

It was a blood-stained rattle.

When it appears, the magic covering it quietly dissipates.

It seems that the saint of Fengyu has put a lot of effort into preserving this rattle.

The orange cat took a few steps forward and squatted in front of the rattle.

In my previous life, did I like to play rattle when I was a child?

wrong.

This toy

No impression at all.

The orange cat pondered, stretched out its front paws again, and tried to gently touch the rattle.

As soon as its claws touched the rattle, it suddenly shook all over and its mind was blank.

Countless lights and shadows kept flying and condensed in memory, and finally turned into a picture that was extremely long ago.

village.

The black smoke rolled and burned for more than half a morning, and the flames finally swallowed up the entire village.

The charred earth was covered with corpses.

Under a nearly collapsed earth wall, a small body opened its eyes.

This is a boy.

He was about three years old, dark and thin, and intact.

After the boy woke up, he was not panicked at all, but instead looked around carefully.

By this time the fire has been extinguished.

The roof had been burned clean long ago, leaving only four bare walls.

There were also two corpses in the room, one man and one woman.

The boy glanced at it and looked glaring.

He took out a rattle from his arms, stood up, and walked to the men and women.

The boy gently turned the rattle, making it sound a drum sound.

Dongdongdongdongdong

Three drums sounded, and illusory figures appeared on the two corpses.

There was also a small figure snuggling beside them.

The boy said, "You must be the parents of this body, and you, the original owner of this body."

"Sorry, I only have this thing on my hands, and let me help you reincarnate, how about it?"

The man and woman looked at each other and nodded.

The woman hugged the small figure in her arms and said something silently.

After hearing this, the boy nodded and said, "I will lend him his body to help you continue your previous relationship in the next life."

The woman immediately knelt down and saluted the boy.

The boy avoided it and said, "No need to be polite, this is my duty."

He gently shakes the rattle.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong

The drums were dense, and gradually brought about an inexplicable force.

"Go and reincarnate. When your family reunites again, the world should have recovered stability." The boy said.

The three phantoms nodded at him, turned into flowing light and flew into the void, disappearing.

The boy watched them leave, and after a while, he slowly pulled the rattle and walked out of the house.

He walked slowly in the broken walls and ruins. When he saw the corpse, he gently shakes the rattle to send the other party to reincarnate.

At noon, the boy finally walked out of this devastated village.

He stood by the road and looked back at the ruined village.

"I didn't expect that the prehistoric world was so chaotic that even mortals could not be at peace."

"It seems that I'm going to grow up sooner."

The boy's face looked like frosty, but his stomach made a long gurgling sound.

He paused, suddenly found that he had more imminent things to solve.

"What are you looking for food...what are three-year-olds eating?"

He closed his eyes and flipped over the memory of this body.

This body has only been remembered for three years. I know too little, but I still have some impression of what I eat.

"With the spiritual fruits under the west slope, it's just right for me to eat."

The child went west along the dirt road, and sure enough, a piece of red fruit was found under the slope.

In my impression, this fruit is the most precious thing in the village. It is only picked during festivals and festivals for children and the elderly to eat.
Chapter completed!