The door of the last warehouse opened.
A puff of years-old dust fell from the crack of the door, and there was the sound of tiny reptiles passing through quickly.
All the previous warehouses, even if they were piled up in an extremely messy manner, would appear magnificent because of the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and because of the natural splendor of those spar gems.
However, this warehouse caught everyone's mind.
When the warehouse door was opened, there was no brilliance, only a gloomy smell, the smell of musty dust after it had not been opened for many years.
This feeling is no different from opening an abandoned warehouse that has not been used for many years.
Before the sunlight penetrated into the warehouse, Ding Ning and others had already seen clearly that there were no wooden frames in this warehouse, only raised mounds of earth, like graves.
Such a picture naturally makes people feel that there is a strange atmosphere.
And just as the perception probed into these mounds, Ding Ning felt a certain familiar smell.
There was a bang.
A terrifying murderous intent surged from the top of the warehouse without any warning, and countless tiny star lights quickly gathered together, turning into a cold net, and swept towards Ding Ning.
Every tiny starlight seems to contain countless turbulent waves.
There is actually an independent restriction in this warehouse, and it seems to be stronger than the restriction from the Great You Dynasty outside.
Ding Ning narrowed his eyes slightly.
He just stretched out his hand very simply.
The sword light of the Great Punishment Sword flashed in front of him, and then a crystal crack appeared in the space in front of him, as if the sword directly cut open the space.
Those starlights fell into the crystal cracks and instantly scattered, just like turning into dots of starlight and returning to the starry sky.
Ding Ning's eyes flickered violently, and then he took a step back.
"how?"
Changsun Qianxue looked at him in shock and worry. She knew very well what state Ding Ning was in now, especially after he directly used the Great Punishment Sword. Such a step back represented an unusual meaning.
"What's in it is important to her."
Ding Ning was silent for a moment, looked at her and said.
The true energy in his body didn't fluctuate violently. The reason for taking a step back just now was not because of the collision of power, but because of the strong will contained in those starlights. The more violent vitality fluctuations caused by the agitation may completely destroy this warehouse.
Lin Zhujiu's face became serious.
He is very familiar with the smell of these stars. In Jiaodong County and even Bashan Sword Field, no one except Zheng Xiu can communicate with the lonely starry sky and attract that kind of starlight to the ground. The will in this starlight is of course Zheng Xiu's will.
Just the aura of fighting at this moment makes him sure that this warehouse is different from all the previous warehouses. This warehouse is not something that Jiaodong County competes for the world, but Zheng Xiu's own secret, which is what she needs , or something archived.
The practitioner's perception is naturally more accurate than what he sees with his eyes.
When their perception penetrated into this warehouse, they quickly got the answer.
These large and small mounds are indeed tombs.
In these mounds, there are rotten bones, and in one mound is the bone of a dog, and then in the next mound, there is the bone of a strange beast, and then there are the bones of some children, male or female, age They increased in sequence, and the last few bones belonged to practitioners, which were the bones of girls and teenagers.
In addition to these bones, there are many miscellaneous things buried in the mound, including children's playthings, unfinished paintings, and some letterheads. The last mound is the smallest, and there is a jar of wine in it.
These things are all buried in this warehouse, which seems extraordinarily weird and bizarre. However, when the perceptions of everyone here are scanned one by one, and when the pictures of these things appear one by one in their minds, even the eldest grandson Qianxue, who doesn't like to think the most, can't help thinking. These pictures in it are also clearly connected together, and the connection has become the footprints of Zheng Xiu's life.
She seemed to see Zheng Xiu growing up carefree in his childhood, riding a wooden horse, holding a rattle in his hand that children in Changling would have, and some playthings made of grass leaves, but soon these things were replaced by swords.
She saw Zheng Xiu personally killed her favorite companions, from dogs, cubs, mounts, and then companions, those who practiced together, and finally fought in the scramble to kill each other.
In the bones of the last few girls and boys, there was an aura similar to hers. This aura not only came from the exercises they practiced, but also from similar blood.
In other words, these girls and teenagers should be her brothers and sisters, and they practiced the same skills as her.
The eldest grandson Qianxue is naturally the one who hates Zheng Xiu the most, but at this time these images continue to appear in her mind, she seems to see Zheng Xiu walking out of Jiaodong County in blood, and for a while, her emotions are extremely complicated. Some even don't understand what kind of emotion they are.
Ding Ning also felt silently. When his perception left the jar of wine in the last mound, he took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and said, "That jar of wine was in Changling. I made it myself."
"Alcohol can make people forget about fatigue, it can also warm up the body, and it can also make people forget a lot of unhappiness."
"So in the many years when we first entered Changling, after many battles, especially after we heard that we had lost some friends, we would drink."
"It's just that I don't make much wine by myself, because I don't have much leisure time, and I don't have many times when I'm in a good mood. After brewing wine, there are often mutual agreements about what to do, or when and who to drink with."
Ding Ning looked at Lin Zhujiu and Changsun Qianxue. He didn't hide any depression or painful emotions, and then said: "She seems to have buried all her past... But no matter what the past is, no matter what the past is. No matter what How many reasons are there, or reasons worthy of sympathy. It is wrong to treat a friend like this, and treat a friend's sincerity."
"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved." Lin Zhujiu smiled faintly, "It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, I'm just worried that the things here are also deliberately arranged by her, so that one day you will walk in here in the future, and then these things Stuff just makes you weak. Someone like her, as long as you face her with a weak sword intent, she can kill you."
"When I entered Changling and wanted to enter the palace, it was not about right or wrong, but to kill her."
Ding Ning shook his head, "It's just that I didn't expect so many people to come to Changling, and the sword intent was never weak but failed after all. Otherwise, Yan Xinlan and the others would not have died in battle."