Death Spell

Chapter 150

Le Wenyao held the flashlight, and the projected white light fell on the stone gate, engraved with the word Le in seal script.

Is this the door?

Le Wenyao pinned the flashlight on his shoulder, stood in front of the door, raised his right hand to look, then raised his left hand to look, finally chose his right hand, and closed the door.

The temperature on the surface of the stone gate was freezing, and Le Wenyao's warm palm, against the cold, did not move away.Soon, there was a subtle change in the door, and gusts of cold air radiated from the door.She also felt an inexplicable feeling between the door and the door. Her body was pushed by a force, and her feet were lifted off the ground, forcing her to close her eyes.

There was a heavy sound of "boom-boom-boom-" opening the door.

Le Wenyao didn't expect that Lejia would have such a magical mechanism. The gatekeeper separated the word Le from it, and the lights turned on by themselves, allowing her to see clearly what was going on inside the door.

The rows of stone coffins?

here?

here is……

Le Wenyao landed on both feet with weightless body, took a few steps forward, and walked through the thick stone gate. The surrounding candles swayed with the air current, and the light and shadow swept across the coffins.

It turns out that this place is the resting place of Le's heir!

Le Wenyao couldn't figure out why those people were interested in this place, and why grandpa didn't let Yan Su tell her earlier.

What secret is hidden here?

Le Wenyao stood in front of the coffin of the ancestors of the Le family. Although she couldn't read all the words on the spirit tablet, she would never forget the name of the founder of the Le family——Le Jiao.

In the past few days in the ancient house, she almost familiarized herself with all the history that she didn't know before.The Le family began to rob tombs in the late Tang Dynasty, but in the Zhou Wu era of the Tang Dynasty, there was a Le family.

At that time, Lejia Village was just an inconspicuous small village outside Lincheng, with less than a hundred people in the whole village.The ancestor, Le Yao, and his younger brother, Le Ming, are the eldest and youngest sons of the village chief. They have been studying in Chang'an since they were young.When he became an adult, he used the dense forests around Lincheng and most of the people in the village lived on hunting to start a fur business to supply rice for the coming year.

Later, because of a sudden plague outside Lincheng, the whole village was not spared. Some died, some were injured, and those who survived by chance did not live past ten years at most.In three months, only the ancestor and his younger brother were left in Lejia Village.

However, as for how the ancestor escaped the plague, there are a few cursory strokes in the literature, and there is not much mention. It is only written that he was rescued by the heroine of the Jianghu. More people also got a rare ancient book from the hands of the chivalrous woman. It was written by Lu Ban, the originator of the craftsman, about the manufacture of mechanical tools. The records in this book are not limited to military tools. Manufacturing methods for agricultural, industrial and commercial production tools.

After that, the ancestor and his younger brother reorganized Lejia Village, changed its former appearance, not only took in many orphans, but also taught them the skills of life.

Only by such a gradual development can there be everything after Lejia and today's achievements.

While watching, Le Wenyao thought about the past, generation after generation, it seemed that they were all assigned to each other in those stories, up to grandpa.

"……grandfather."

Le Wenyao raised her hand to cover her grandfather's sarcophagus, and gently stroked it.

Remembering that my grandfather was seriously ill back then, he disappeared after arranging everything.Yan Su said that this is the way every generation of heirs leaves.

Worship to the outside world is just the tomb and spirit card of the heir.

Looking at the coffins in front of her, Le Wenyao understood a lot, including things that Yan Su hadn't told her yet.

Next to her grandfather's coffin, there were several sarcophagi. Le Wenyao knew that one of them belonged to her father, and the other belonged to her...

Reluctantly, she didn't know where her parents died. Le Wenyao stared at the sarcophagus. She decided to wait for these matters to be settled before going to the place where her parents disappeared.

Although there was a concealment of what happened back then, it may be possible to ask about it not long after using the identity of the heir.

Scanning around, Le Wenyao reminded her of the location of the coffin in the tomb based on the location of the coffin. It was similar to the one in front of her. They were placed according to the five elements and eight trigrams.

The furnishings on both sides of the stone wall are exquisite ornaments that the ancestors used to like to play with.There are jade, porcelain and weapons.But looking around, what attracted her was the stone pier in the middle of the coffin. To be precise, it was a wooden black box placed on the stone pier.

Could it be that what is inside is the secret that grandpa said?

Also what those people want to get?

What will it be?

Could it be the ancient book that the ancestor got from the chivalrous woman?

Le Wenyao stood in front of the stone pier with a curious expression. In front of her eyes was an exquisite black wooden box with special carved patterns. In her opinion, it was more like a ghostly talisman.Because she was afraid of touching any mechanism, Le Wenyao only looked at it and didn't reach out to touch it.After some careful observation, she found that the wooden box had no lock, only a small round hole in an inconspicuous recess.

Le Wenyao thought about it, thinking of what Yan Su said, "Only those who inherit Le's bloodline..."

blood...

It's blood again! ?

It was the first time that she felt that her blood had so many uses.

He took out the dagger from his body and dripped finger blood into the small hole.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

It wasn't until about ten seconds later that the sound of mechanism gears was heard, and the wooden box opened automatically with a "click".

And what was placed inside was not a classic at all, but a piece of parchment.

Le Wenyao stared at the piece of parchment in great disappointment, looked at it vertically and horizontally in his hand, and couldn't help sneering.

Just eight words, what kind of great secret would it be?

"……Well."

Le Wenyao raised her hand to cover her heart, as if she was lacking in oxygen, she took several steps back in a row, and she had to kneel on the ground out of patience.Something seemed to come out of her body, and Le Wenyao, who was already having difficulty breathing, kept gagging until a green hard shell crawled out of her mouth, and she calmed down a little.

Le Wenyao, who has always had a severe obsession with cleanliness, stared at the bug that came out of her mouth, her eyes were straight.There was an uncontrollable churning in my stomach, and I almost vomited out my breakfast.

The green and hard-shelled bug gradually doubled its body size after landing, crawled forward, moved again, and began to leak black water like ink from its body, forming a bowl-sized circle on the ground.

Le Wenyao didn't know what it was. Leaning on the ancestor's sarcophagus, she raised her eyebrows and looked at the blackness, her expression was not very good.

From the black water, many black butterflies suddenly flew out. Le Wenyao recognized the butterflies, which were the same as the ones she had seen in the bedroom.

The black butterflies flew wildly, forming a ball in the dark tomb, and turned into a person again.

If it hadn't been for robbing tombs, if she hadn't experienced something more terrifying, Le Wenyao would definitely feel that she was dreaming, or in the game she set up.Otherwise, how can this kind of butterfly-turning-living magic be performed for people without the cover-up of protective props?

Jiang You, dressed in formal attire, landed lightly from the air, looked at Le Wenyao, who was looking down, and said politely, "Miss, good evening."

"You..." Le Wenyao rubbed her stomach, looked at Jiang You with disgust, and asked curiously, "You are... how did you get out?"

"Miss, don't worry, I am naturally not born by you." Jiang You straightened his clothes and said with a smile: "I know that this way of meeting will scare the eldest lady, but I came here mainly for these eight words, and I am temporarily here. Living in the body of the eldest lady." As she spoke, she bent down and picked up the parchment that fell on the ground.

"That's why you came to Lejia?" She knew that she couldn't beat Jiang You because she could appear in such a flashy way, so she looked up, "Then you got it, are you planning to silence it?"

"That's what I planned at first." Jiang You didn't deny it: "The paradox is that I have a very good impression of Missy."

"You don't need to say so many flattering words before you kill me." Le Wenyao also felt that something was wrong with her recently, so she took the obsession with insisting on coming here. She was not at all like her usual self. It just appeared in front of my eyes, thinking about the green bug, I raised my hand and touched my face, "You don't intend to kill me with your bug, do you? I don't want to die so ugly!"

"The green secluded Gu is the shelter of my Gu plate, and it won't really hurt the young lady, unless I let them be released in the young lady's body." Jiang You raised his hand, and a black butterfly landed on his fingertips, "If that time really comes, Missy's body will turn into coke, and it's impossible to tell who it is..."

Le Wenyao heard that there were butterflies, green bugs, and charcoal in her stomach... waved her hand to signal her not to talk.

"The reason why I have a good impression of Miss is because I was an orphan, and it was the prime minister who gave me a chance to be born again. I saw that Miss helped those poor children before, so I gave up the idea of ​​killing Miss." Jiang With a flick of your fingertips, the black butterfly turned into black smoke, spread out the parchment, and looked at the eight words on it, "The content recorded here is the prime minister's lifelong pursuit, and my task is to help the prime minister complete it .”

Le Wenyao didn't listen to such high-sounding nonsense, but she was a little curious about those things.

"Prime Minister? Is it Li Si? Isn't he... dead?"

"Why, didn't Sang Xie tell the eldest miss?" Jiang You put away the parchment, "The prime minister is no longer here, that's a fact. But I must fulfill the prime minister's mission, so that I can live up to the prime minister's trust."

"You are quite loyal, so what are you going to do with this thing, burn it to Li Si?"

"In exchange, this piece of sheepskin must be of value. And I... still have unfinished tasks." Jiang You lowered his eyebrows, glanced at Le Wenyao, and said coldly, "I didn't want to kill you at first. , helpless...your blood can save Sang Xie, so..."

"My blood?" Le Wenyao calmed down, thinking of Sang Xie that night, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "You hurt her?"

"She deserves to die!"

"You ancient people, do you have legal knowledge? Killing people will pay for their lives! Okok, even if you don't know the law, even if you have a dictatorship, this demon girl has lived for thousands of years." Le Wenyao saw that Jiang You's face was not very good, but he thought it was funny, "Well... Even Li Si is dead, is there any point in your obsession? Times have changed, people have changed, maybe Li Si doesn't want to kill Sang Xie anymore?"

"……impossible!"

Le Wenyao propped herself up, took out a tissue from her body and wiped off the stains on the corners of her mouth, and smiled slightly: "People are very fickle, how can it be impossible? Then tell me, why did Li Si kill the witch back then?"

"She and Anya betrayed the prime minister."

"Betrayal? Is there evidence? In this day and age...everything pays attention to evidence. Can it be proved that they betrayed him just by a word from the prime minister? Maybe he himself is confused and listens to other people's nonsense?" Le Wen Yao took on the posture of an heir, and said seriously what she had made up at random. At the same time, she observed carefully and noticed that Jiang You's expression was slightly hesitant, so she immediately said, "Even if you can indiscriminately, you can do whatever the prime minister says." What, this is your stupid loyalty, I don't blame you. But there is one thing I can't understand, why is the prime minister who helped Yingzheng unify the six countries, so many people can live forever, but he died?"

Jiang You: "..."

"Who are you serving now? What is the relationship between him and Li Si?" Le Wenyao looked at Jiang You and raised her eyebrows. "As for the cause of Li Si's death, since you are so loyal, you must have already investigated it clearly."

Jiang You suddenly smiled: "I always thought that Missy was not good at business, but I never thought she would be so eloquent."

"From this point alone, you are not very good at judging people." Le Wenyao said with a calm face, "You have to understand that not liking and not being good at it are clearly two different things."

Le Wenyao thought that Jiang You would be angry because of this, but instead of being angry, she smiled: "In that case, what is Miss Le's last wish?"

"I don't want to die."

"I'm afraid, I can't help..."

Before Jiang You finished speaking, he heard a cold voice in the distance, "Break!"

A series of yellow talismans separated Jiang You and Le Wenyao.

Jiang You was slightly distracted, Le Wenyao, who was still there just now, had disappeared, and the heavy stone door made a sound of closing.

Jiang You frowned, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Sang Xie."

Le Wenyao was held in Sang Xieheng's arms, looking at this icy face, a line of pure black flashed across her eyes, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked: "Where were you hiding just now?"

Sang Xie glanced at Le Wenyao, and said coldly, "You really don't know what to be afraid of."

Hearing this tone, she seemed to be angry, and Sang Xie just hugged her like this, and quickly left towards the place she came from.

"Are you afraid of her?"

Sang Xie didn't answer, but quickened her pace until she stood in front of the door and said, "Open the door."

Fang Yun outside the door heard the commotion inside, and immediately asked Fang Xing to open the door.As soon as the door opened, Sang Xie didn't wait for their reaction, and just dropped the four words "Leave quickly", and disappeared like a gust of wind.

The four brothers of the Fang family looked at each other, followed the gust of wind, and ran out with all their might.Along the way, all Le family servants who could see told them to leave quickly.

Although I don't know what's behind it, I can imagine it based on experience alone and Sang Xie's skill in that moment.

There are more than 150 rooms in the basement of the Lejia old house, with wine cellars and antique collections. There are [-] servants alone.

When Sang Xie rushed out with Le Wenyao in his arms, the sky was already dark, because it was snowing, the cold wind was howling outside, and the moon was shining in the sky, making her look extraordinarily bleak.

Le Wenyao knew that there were at least a dozen or twenty people inside who ran out of the basement, but in front of her, except for the four brothers of the Fang family and two people who ran out, there was no one behind.

And each of them seemed to have seen something terrible, and they came to Le Wenyao's side in great horror and panting.

Fang Yun recognized Sang Xie and looked around.

"Why...why didn't you run away?"

Sang Xie threw the yellow paper all over the sky, took off the soft whip, and held it tightly in his hand.

"It's too late."