Di Ming Jue's gaze sweeps across the entire second floor, when it lands somewhere on the southeast side.
The pupils suddenly shrank.
I saw a person lying on the big bed with unique shape and elegant color.
a man.
It can be clearly seen that just now my own consciousness swept every corner of the yard, but I didn't feel any breath of life.
Then there is only one possibility.
This is not a living person.
Thinking of this in my heart, the nerves in my whole body became more and more tense.
A sense of extreme unease and oppression crept into my heart silently.
Di Ming Jue walks towards the bed step by step.
After getting closer, he finally saw the face of the sleeping man clearly.
It was exactly the same as the man in the painting at the corner of the stairs.
So, he is the owner of this weird house
Di Ming Jue frowned slightly, moved his fingertips slightly, Jiuyou Hongmengyan flew out of his palm, and quickly entangled the man on the bed.
Despite everything pointing to this being a dead man.
But Di Ming Jue has an intuition that this person is very dangerous, even more dangerous than Di Beixuan.
After Jiuyou Hongmengyan completely trapped the person, Di Ming Jue stepped forward to check this "corpse".
Cold, stiff, but certainly the touch of human skin.
This is a corpse, but it is more like a corpse that has just died not long ago.
Who is this man
Di Ming Jue is about to wave his hands.
Unexpectedly, the man's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of indifferent ice blue pupils with almost no emotion.
Even with Di Ming Jue's coldness and indifference, seeing this scene, his heart beats violently.
A low, pleasant, but cold voice came from beside my ear.
"Are you the only child that Emperor Beixuan said can control the [Shentong Token]?"
The man sat up slowly.
The [Jiuyou Hongmengyan] who was originally bound to him seemed to have encountered some terrible nemesis.
It shakes violently, and then flies back into Di Ming Jue's body with a whoosh.
Di Ming Jue frowns and takes a look, then looks at the man on the bed again.
Every move he made was stiff, and there was no emotion on his face, he looked like a puppet.
The icy blue eyes slowly turn and land on Di Ming Jue's face, before slowly saying: "I've been waiting for you here for a long, long time."
Di Ming Jue recovers from the shock just now, and his expression returns to calm and calm.
He randomly found a chair beside him and sat down.
This chair is also very strange, spacious and soft, when sitting down, it seems that the whole person will sink in it.
"This is called a sofa." He heard the voice of the man on the bed say calmly, "It was made by Liuyin himself."
When the word "Liuyin" was mentioned, the coldness in the man's eyes seemed to melt a little, turning soft.
But it also seemed to disappear without a trace in just a moment.
Di Ming Jue looks at him, "Who are you?"
The man gets up from the bed and sits opposite Di Ming Jue.
Although the sitting posture is casual, the appearance is handsome, and the elegance is unparalleled, but the whole person has a sense of disharmony that is stiff and silent.
"My surname is Mo." The man said slowly, "My name is Mo Qingshan. Emperor of the Extreme Region, I think you are familiar with this name, right?"
Even though he had already guessed in his heart, when he heard the word "Mo Qingshan", Di Ming Jue's pupils couldn't help shrinking.
Yes, how could he not know who Mo Qingshan was
Ten thousand years ago, the Polar Realm, the Nether Realm and the Demon Race were still three parties.