Every time you go out, there are treasures delivered to your door

Just looking at everything as usual, the two walked into the compound that was probably the City Lord's Mansion, and stepped into the middle and tallest room. Several tables and chairs were arranged in an orderly manner, an ordinary reception hall.

Feng Wuxiu was a little apprehensive about this, and unconsciously clenched his palms tightly.

"Brother Xi..."

"I'm here." With a soothing voice, Mu Xirong took Feng Wuxiu's hand, and took her child to spiral up the deserted stairs.

There is nothing worth noting or special about the middle floors. Up to the attic on the top floor, there is only one small room. When you open the door, you can see brand new walls, solid wooden tables, bright silver cups, clear Bronze mirror...the inside and the outside of the door are like two worlds that are staggered.

Feng Wuxiu and Mu Xirong looked at each other, stepped in, and ripples appeared in the surrounding space, and everything they saw began to distort, and countless phantom images flashed across, like...backtracking in time.

At least the first reaction in Feng Wuxiu's mind was the four words "backtracking in time", and he didn't feel any malice, as if someone wanted to tell a story.

They seem to be in a bustling town, the bustling crowd, the extremely noisy street market, they look very familiar, get rid of those people, get rid of those dazzling colors, get rid of those buying and selling things, and what they saw when they first came in exactly the same.

But gradually fewer and fewer people, the land outside the city turned into yellow sand, like a spreading plague, the city walls turned into sand, the houses turned into houses, from the outside to the inside, the whole city became a sand city, I don’t know what happened What is the reason for this result? It's as if... the vitality of the whole world has been plundered.

Coming out of the illusion, Feng Wuxiu's heart was filled with resentment, resentment and fear, which were the emotions taken away by the illusion itself.

Silently looking at the phantom that appeared in the house, the woman's expression was neither sad nor happy, as if all her emotions had been swallowed by time, no matter what it was, it would leave a mark in her eyes.

"Are you Jingling?" Feng Wuxiu asked curiously.

"Now...well..." The woman's voice was faint and far away, with a trace of sigh, and after recalling for a moment, she added, "I used to be the master of this eagle city."

"You kept this city?"

The woman glanced at Mu Xirong, as if she was looking at something, and then nodded.

"Using the eternal life as a sacrifice, not entering reincarnation, not falling into the underworld, and being trapped in one side forever, this is the price."

Feng Wuxiu didn't know what to say for a while, but admiration was certain.

It is difficult for a woman to reach the top due to some natural reasons, but the person in front of her—maybe it is the soul—is so courageous, no matter whether it is driven by the responsibility of being the lord of a city, but he can endure thousands of years. In the loneliness of endless time, looking at the ruins of the homeland he guarded, no matter what, Feng Wuxiu felt that he could not do it.

"Then do you know why?"

Mu Xirong's question has not been answered for a long time, and the illusory figure of the woman is a little paler.

Feng Wuxiu was a little worried: "Can't you say it? Or don't know?"

The woman shook her head, waved her hand, and a few imaginary words were displayed in midair.

[Seize life, destroy the way of heaven, control the universe, and gain longevity. 】

When the two of them saw these twelve characters, their hearts were undoubtedly shocked. They always felt that they had accidentally come into contact with a big conspiracy, and naturally they couldn't reveal any clues for their own safety.

Mu Xirong guessed based on the woman's movements: "This place should have been banned or monitored, you can't say it clearly, but this ban or monitoring is only for voice, as long as you don't tell the secret, it won't attract attention, yes or no. "

The woman nodded again.

"But it's okay to write without speaking?" Feng Wuxiu asked doubtfully.

"What she just consumed was soul power. When her soul power is exhausted, not only will her soul be scattered, but the city that remains will also be completely turned into a pile of loess."

It's something they can't solve at all, unless they get to that level.

Seeking longevity must not be a fairy with the same life as the sky, it can only be...

The author has something to say: rushing for a huge homework ORZ

There are only nineteen chapters left (if possible) and it will be over :D