Your highness from ancient times

The old man was dressed in a white robe, which was integrated with the white hair and beard on his body. He should have been more fairy-like, but in front of this low black stone house, he exuded a bit of strangeness.

"Okay, then you come in with me, and the two of them are waiting outside."

After speaking, he coughed twice, his breathing was a little unstable, as if he was sick, but he looked very energetic, such a contradictory performance made Feng Siche feel uneasy.

Feng Siche was about to say something, but Shi Han preempted him, "Old man, we came with him, we should advance and retreat together, how can we stand here and wait?"

The old man shook his sleeves, a little displeased, "I told you to wait and wait, and if you don't want to wait, leave quickly. This is not the place for you to come."

These words raised the hearts of the three of them. What do you mean this is not where they should come?

Just now the little fat man said that this is the place where their village has lived in seclusion for generations. Could it be that it is really some kind of holy place?

Ji Xiao tugged at Shihan's clothes, worried that he might miss something on the spur of the moment.

Shi Han looked back at the calm Ji Xiao, and understood what he meant, "Si Che, then be careful."

Feng Siche reached out and patted Ji Xiao's shoulder, and gave him a comforting smile, "Okay."

"Come in." When the old man turned around, a strange color flashed across his cloudy eyes, and then disappeared without a trace.

Feng Siche followed the old man into the house, and quietly hid a dagger in his sleeve, guarding against others was essential, this was the education he had received since he was a child.

It was very dark in the room, save for a little light from a small skylight, and with the help of this light, after his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, he saw the whole picture.

The place he was walking was like the second floor of the attic, built with wooden boards, making the sound of "creaking" boards rubbing against each other.

There are some tables, chairs and benches on it, some wooden furniture. A little farther away, it is dark and hard to see clearly, but it feels very empty.

After walking forward for a certain distance, there are wooden stairs going down.

The wooden stairs also creaked when walking, but they were very strong. There were handrails on both sides, and some strange symbols were carved on them, which was very weird.

Below the wooden stairs is the ground. No wonder the houses on the ground look so low. It turns out that the hollowed out part of the ground is where everyone lives.

There are a lot of daily necessities here, such as wooden tables, wooden cabinets, wicker chairs, kettles, clay pots, kerosene lamps on the walls, and light bulbs hanging in mid-air, which is very lifelike.

The little chubby Duner disappeared, maybe he went to another house, there were two doors at the end of the wall, it was dark, and it was hard to see what was inside the door.

The old man pointed to the stool next to the wooden table, "Please sit down." And he himself sat on that wicker chair, lit a kind of tobacco that Feng Siche had never seen before, and took a puff.

Soon a peculiar smell filled the air.

Feng Siche unconsciously took a puff, and his tense body immediately relaxed, wondering in his heart, could it be drugs?

It wasn't his fault that he had such an idea, but that the old man gave him the feeling that he really didn't know how to describe it. It was very strange, but he couldn't say what was strange, anyway, it was all kinds of awkward.

The old man took a few puffs of unknown tobacco, and the special smell in the air became stronger, "Tell me, what are you going to do in our village?"

Feng Siche stared at the old man, said in a calm voice, "I want to solve a mystery."

The old man's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear Feng Siche's words, "What mystery to solve?"

Feng Siche carefully observed the old man's expression, he wanted to know if what he was about to say would attract the other party's attention, "Curse."

The old man lifted his eyelids, still calm, but in such an environment, it made people feel cold for no reason, "Who asked you to come to this place?"

Feng Siche endured the deep uneasiness in his heart, "We found it ourselves."

The old man became quiet again, and started smoking unknown tobacco, his eyes drooping, as if he regarded Feng Siche as non-existent.

Feng Siche waited for a while, seeing that the other party didn't speak, he couldn't help breaking the silence by himself, he had an intuition that the longer he stayed here, the more accidents would happen, "Please also ask the old man to answer the curse question for me."

"You have been deceived. I don't know what a curse is, and there is nothing about curses in our village." The old man was kindly like the grandfather next door at the moment. Compared with the coldness at the door just now, he seemed to be a different person.

"But I heard that there was a family in the village who couldn't live to be 70 years old because they were cursed." Feng Siche emphasized eagerly, apparently because the old man couldn't keep calm.

If the situation of that family in the village is true, it must have something to do with the curse on their Feng family. He can't bear to return empty-handed, so he must find out the ins and outs of the matter.

The old man glanced at Feng Siche, and the look in his eyes changed again, "Young people don't tell stories, but how credible are the rumors?" There was sadness in the old voice, as if there was some story in it.

"Old man, there is no wave without wind, there is a certain reason for groundless rumors, please tell the old man, otherwise we will come again if we leave."

Feng Siche half-truthfully said that in terms of negotiation ability, he had never lost before. Back then, he was the main force in the debate team, and he did not lose the slightest bit in a verbal battle against a group of opponents.

Not knowing what he said was wrong, the old man's mood fluctuated faintly, and he scolded in a low voice, "Don't be ignorant of what's good."

Ha ha ha ha, another few puffs of white unknown tobacco smoke drifted into the air.

Feng Siche seemed to be covered with a thin veil, "Mr., I didn't mean to disturb you. I really have to. Please take pity on me, sir."

The old man was silent for a while, "Why did you inquire about the curse?" There seemed to be some looseness in his words.

At this moment, Feng Siche was caught in a battle between heaven and man. Should he tell the old man about his family's situation?

What if he can't be trusted?

This secret of the Feng family must not be leaked out, otherwise it will definitely be dealt a fatal blow.

Father's political enemies, grandfather's enemies, and his own business competitors will definitely spare no effort to attack the Feng family.

"I have reasons why I must know." An ambiguous answer came out.

"Hehe..." The old man laughed strangely twice, "I also have reasons that I have to say." A kind of answer that is familiar with the world.

"Mister, how can you tell me?" Feng Siche asked extremely seriously.

"No matter what, I won't say it." The old man said it in a tone of teasing a mouse, and he was simply playing tricks on Feng Siche.

Feng Siche was not in a hurry or annoyed, "That is to say, the secret of the curse is in your village?"

The old man stopped suddenly, his eyes filled with anger, and he straightened up, "Are you talking to me?"

"Don't dare, I just want to know what I need to know." Feng Siche's attitude was firm, he had to find out what the curse was all about today?

The old man suddenly stopped being angry, and continued to smoke tobacco, ignoring Feng Siche.

The amount of white smoke in the air is increasing, and it is already difficult for people to see the scene close at hand.

Feng Siche suddenly felt a double image appeared in front of his eyes, his head gradually became dizzy, and his eyelids gradually became heavy, "You..."

The old man grinned, his mouth without any teeth was as scary as a black hole, "I let you go, if you don't go, then don't go."

Feng Siche pinched his thigh fiercely, trying to wake himself up, but it didn't work. It still made his head so heavy that he wanted to fall asleep immediately, "What do you want to do?"

"Tomorrow is the sacrifice, and you just came..."

The old man's voice gradually faded away, Feng Siche couldn't resist the medicine and passed out.

Take all precautions, there is no dry smoke to prevent the old man.

Shi Han and Ji Xiao kept leaning against the door to listen to the sound inside, when suddenly there was a sound of people falling to the ground, they rushed in without thinking.

However, when they rushed in, there was no one in the house.

"Scheer."

"Scheer."

Suddenly a strong and strange strange fragrance hit the two of them, within a few breaths, Shi Han and Ji Xiao were also passed out by the medicine.

……

On the cliff, Chu Hengyu stood on the edge and raised his eyes to look into the distance. What he saw was a forest with undulating terrain, like a green carpet, verdant and verdant.

In the woods, there is a flat land where many black stone houses are scattered. Each stone house looks like a rectangular shape with sharp edges and corners. .

Because it was special, Chu Hengyu stared there for a long time.

Suddenly his face changed slightly, the place looked like a dragon, like a tiger, with a strong breath, usually used to suppress evil.

If there are people living there, it means that there are people guarding something for generations, even the heaven and the earth will protect them.

He saw this in a book of miscellaneous stories, and he was amazed at the time, so he wrote it down. He never thought that such a theoretical thing would appear among these deep mountains.

At this moment, there is a faint turbulent atmosphere above those black stone houses, there must be something wrong.

He stared at it for a while before looking away, looking for his target this time... the holy tree.

The sacred tree is much larger than ten people hugging it in the picture.

After all, after thousands of years, it was very big at first, and if this place existed, it would be easy to find.

As long as the holy tree is found, his holy fruit is likely to be found as well.

The holy fruit, the holy fruit, he must find the holy fruit, this is the only way to get back his husband's memory.

Zhuo Zhuo glanced over and over again in the woods, there were many big trees, but he didn't see a big tree that made him feel amazing at a glance.

Chu Hengyu suddenly stared in one direction, narrowing his eyes slightly, is that tree?

Never mind him, go and have a look and you'll know.

So with a little tiptoe, Chu Hengyu flew down the cliff like a big bird, and still maintained a light posture during the process, as if he had lost gravity, floating in the air like a piece of paper.

Anyone who sees this scene will definitely be stunned, it's too unconventional visual impact.

But for Chu Hengyu at this moment, he can't care about anything, he just wants to find the holy tree quickly...