Mysterious World, I Have Special Understanding

  Chapter 93 The Deepest Secret

  Since she came back from her ancestral land, Bai Lu has been a little bit unwell.

  When she just offered incense to the Patriarch, she clearly heard a strange voice, and she always felt that there was a wronged soul crying.

  But it is obviously the ancestral land of Yun Xuezong, and Yun Xuezong is a famous family, how can there be evil spirits in such a place?

  The vice suzerain and several elders were there at the time. If there was that voice, they would definitely have heard it.

   But that voice was real, and she still remembers that mournful tone until now.

  For a while, Bai Lu couldn't tell if she was hallucinating from hunger, or there was something really weird there.

  She wanted to discuss it with someone, but found that there were unfamiliar faces around her, and her sister had never come out since she entered the back mountain.

   "Really, you even said you came to watch me practice, but in the end you only cared about yourself."

  Walking among the group of new disciples, Bai Lu listened carefully, and found that everyone was normal, and did not mention the strange voice.

  She couldn't help but glance back, the spirit fox sculpture in the ancestral land was still there, it had been so many years, giving people a sense of fuzziness.

   Not long after walking, Bai Lu suddenly saw her sister's personal maid Luo Xin standing there, and she hurried over.

   "Sister Luo Xin, you are here, where is sister?"

  Luo Xin saluted and said: "Second Miss, Miss is busy practicing. This is the Qi Condensation Pill she asked me to bring you."

"that."

   "Second Miss, the servant is going back to serve the young lady, so I won't bother you. The young lady asked me to tell you to practice well, and don't lose face to the Bai family.

  She hopes that you can come to Houshan as soon as possible to meet her. "

   After saying this, Luo Xin hurriedly left.

  Bai Lu was in a difficult situation for a while.

   After eating some unpalatable food at random, it was already dusk when the white was exposed.

  The green lake in Zongmen was shimmering with the afterglow of the setting sun.

  She walked over and stood by the lake, thinking.

  At this time, a few fat carp were swimming in the shallow water, very comfortable.

  Bai Lu couldn't help thinking, these days it's either ginseng juice broth, or ice snow lotus twelve medicine porridge, the mouth is almost fading out, why don't you catch two tails and roast them?

  Don't tell me, she brought seasoning with her when she left home.

  But she soon discovered that the fish actually swam over on their own initiative and spit out strings of bubbles in front of her, as if they were begging for food.

  In the beginning, there were not many of these fish, only a dozen or so, but later they gathered more and more, more and more, so densely packed that one's scalp felt numb.

  Bai Lu couldn't help but took two steps back, because she was really taken aback.

   I saw those fish gathered together, their mouths were wide open, and some even came out of the water, bubbling.

They look very hungry, as if they haven't eaten for a long time, but they are extremely fat, and some fish scales have fallen off a lot, and the whiskers hang from their mouths like meat tubes. I don't know how many years they have lived. Gives a sense of age decay.

  The most important thing is that Bai Lu always feels that they are always looking at her.

  The fish eyes were shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, like some cold gazes hiding in dark corners, with malicious intentions.

  Bai Lu didn't dare to stay longer, and left in a hurry.

   Several times she looked back and found that the school of fish still gathered there with their mouths wide open, looking at her strangely.

   It's like, like it's sending her to die.

  As soon as this idea came up, Bai Lu's hairs stood on end.

  I chose the Yunxue Sect because it was close to home. Isn’t this kind of big sect really weird? so unlucky?

  For a while, Bai Lu was trembling.

  How about asking the teacher tomorrow?

  Yes, now she is considered a beginner, it's time for a teacher to teach her.

  The so-called "porter" is the person who looks after the door.

  Ji Que was working as a concierge for the first time, but he quickly adapted to this role, and even fell in love with this job a little bit.

   Ji Que's "master" is an old man named Luo.

  Because he was accumulating savvy, he was worried that he would not be able to do this job well, so he took out a paper note to write down the key points.

  The errand of the concierge is generally easy. As long as there are no outsiders visiting, just find a chair to sit there, and you can spend the day leisurely;

  Sometimes, he even has a little power. For example, if anyone near the gate throws debris and damages flowers and plants, or spits indiscriminately and destroys the environment, he will take care of it.

  In short, everything is for the image of the sect.

  Of course, Yun Xuezong has many gates, so Ji Que is not looking at the outermost one, but the alchemy room.

   There are many medicinal pills in the alchemy room, which are worth a lot of money. Alchemy is a rather complicated and focused thing, so it is necessary to have a porter to watch over it.

   On the very first day, Ji Que did quite well. He visited the door, asked people, sent a letter, and so on. He relaxed and spent most of the time sitting there drinking tea.

  In the middle of the journey, there was an accident, which was to ask an old man to pick up the wine gourds that were thrown randomly, and ask the other party to clean up the wine on the ground.

   Do not leave without tidying up.

  In the end, the old man just picked up the wine gourd, ignored the spilled wine on the ground, and gave him a glare when he left.

   "This stinky old man is quite arrogant!" Ji Que said sullenly.

  If he hadn't kept a low profile as an undercover agent, he might have pushed the old man to the ground and wiped his face clean.

  Finally, he wrote down the old man's mistakes in his notebook, and then it will be up to old man Luo to deal with it.

  Although an undercover agent needs to keep a low profile, he still has to play his role well. Being a concierge is not advisable if you are too cowardly.

  It’s like the concierge and aunt of the school in the previous life. Once the door of the dormitory is closed, no matter how hard the mandarin duck is, it will be broken up.

  Anyway, old man Luo fell ill after looking at the paper, and asked for several days off.

   Later he found out that the stinky old man who threw the gourd was an enshrined person here, second only to the elders, and it is said that his mind is very small.

  But he didn't come to find Ji Que any trouble.

   It can only be said that he is lucky.

   On the third night, Ji Que had completely adapted to the role of the concierge, and knew that he had to act.

  That night, it was old man Luo's turn to be on duty at night, and he got free time.

  Ji Que dressed up that night, wearing a mask for camouflage, and went straight out the door.

  In the past few days, he seems to be just in the concierge, but in fact he has made a lot of preparations, such as reading the map that Lin Xiang made the black mark in the morning and went out to work.

  Before he came, he already had a rough map of Yun Xuezong, but he did not refine it.

   This task naturally fell on the lovely cat.

  Lin Xiangzhi gave him the map, gnawed on a cold steamed bun, and said depressedly: "I'm exhausted, so you give me this?"

  Ji Que comforted him: "This is the concierge's food, bear with it, I can't expose my identity for the sake of making something delicious. I'll find a chance to treat you to venison."

   "Venison, really? Not a pie?"

   "When did I draw a pie?"

   "Okay, trust you again. By the way, be careful, I don't see anything weird about the place you're going to, but it makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

  Speaking, Lin Xiangzhi, who was tired all day, stretched her waist, and was about to find a place to sleep, and Ji Que's activities had just begun.

  The place he is going to tonight is the ancestral land of Yun Xuezong.

  According to the information sent by his predecessor, the last place he went to was the ancestral land.

  There is no lake in the ancestral land, not even a pool of water. He must go to confirm how much the ancestral land is related to the information about "the bottom of the lake, fish corpses."

   There is no moon or stars tonight, and the Yunxue Sect is very quiet in the night.

   There are only a few lights on the buildings built along the mountain. If the mountains at night are like giant beasts lurking, those lights are like their eyes.

  Ji Que walked in the shadows of the dark place, landing silently.

  The disciples who encountered patrols on the way easily avoided them.

  Similar to what Lin Xiangzhi, the intelligence pioneer, found, most of these outer disciples are around the second level gas harvesting level.

  Especially in the vicinity of the ancestral land, there are no buildings around, only a dirt road and lush trees.

  Ji Que was once again impatient with his skills, and let himself go, gliding lightly and jumping in two steps.

  To be honest, when Ji Que first saw this ancestral land in this dim environment, he didn't feel the background and momentum of the so-called famous family, but felt like a tomb.

  In the words of Lin Xiangzhi, the cat, she feels that this place makes her uncomfortable.

  Cats are more sensitive to evil things. Does that mean that there is really a problem here?

   Right at this moment, Ji Que flickered and hid behind a big tree.

  Through the lush vegetation, he saw someone at the end of the dirt road.

  It was a man in a black robe, unidentifiable as a man or woman, who was offering incense to the spirit fox statue.

  In the darkness, the fragrant Mars became the only light source here, reflecting a face as pale as paper.

   No, to be precise, that is a paper face.

  The man was wearing a white mask, and there was no extra color on the mask except white, it looked like a white board in a bamboo cardboard.

  Purple incense was inserted on the ground, and the white-faced man bowed to the spirit fox statue again, muttering words.

  Standing here, Ji Que couldn't hear what he was reading at all.

  The tone of the voice was flat, men and women could not be distinguished, and there was no emotion, just like the sound of two pieces of iron being squeezed, without any emotion, it was very uncomfortable to hear.

  In such a late night, a person wearing such a strange mask is here to worship the spirit fox, which has an unspeakable sense of weirdness.

   Not long after, the mysterious white-faced man stood up, sneered, and said, "It's useless."

   There was no one there, but he seemed to be talking to someone.

  For a while, Ji Que hid behind a tree, not to mention breathing, the pores of his whole body were closed, as ordinary as a stone.

  The man came over from the end of the road, not in a hurry.

  In the darkness, the white mask on his face was quite conspicuous, like a face floating in the air.

  Ji Que looked at his hair style and figure, and felt that it was ordinary, and it was difficult to find decent features.

  After that, the white-faced man left, but Ji Que still didn't move.

   He didn't move again until it was confirmed that no one had returned after the two incense sticks had passed.

  Ji Que put on the black mask he had prepared, and came to the statue of the spirit fox in the ancestral land. He looked around and found nothing unusual.

  Did that person just talk to this spirit fox statue?

  In the darkness of night, the face of the spirit fox statue has long been eroded by wind and rain, and there are some holes on it, giving it a sinister and hideous feeling.

  But Ji Que looked around repeatedly, and even confirmed the male and female statues, but still found nothing unusual.

  So Ji Que smoked an incense stick just lit by the white-faced man from the ground, stuck it in the opponent's mouth, and said, "Brother, you can talk to me if you have something to say."

  Linghu stood there smoking a cigarette, but did not respond.

   It seems that asking questions will not work.

   "At the bottom of the lake, dead fish."

  Finally, Ji Que couldn't help but cast his eyes on the well next to him.

  Because whether it is the bottom of the lake or fish corpses, it is all related to water.

   And the well happens to be for water.

   But this is a dry well, and it is clearly marked on Lin Xiangzhi's map.

  Ji Que felt that it was necessary to go down the well to have a look.

  The dark mouth of the well, once it exceeds a certain distance, it will be as black as ink, and nothing can be seen clearly.

  Ji Que didn't hesitate much, and slid down the well wall.

   Soon, Ji Que was enveloped in darkness, the inside of this ancient well was narrow, and there was no light at all.

  In this situation, even though Ji Que had sharp eyes, he still couldn't see the surroundings clearly, so he lightly tapped the Qianji Sword behind him.

  A little light source lights up at the hilt of the sword, illuminating the well wall.

   This well is very deep, and it was dry at the initial depth of ten feet. When you slide your finger against the wall, there will be dust rolling, but when you reach the back, slippery moss appears.

  These mosses are distributed on the wall of the well, one piece here and the other, it looks like snot, and it is a little disgusting.

  The deeper the well, the more humid it is. Does it prove that it is not a dry well?

  Ji Que continued to slide down, and occasionally raised his head, only to feel that the mouth of the well had become much smaller.

  In this case, people's perception of time and distance will be biased.

  In this gloomy ancient well, even Ji Que felt a little bit of fear.

  This is human instinct and cannot be avoided.

  He continued to slide, and suddenly, a handsome half face suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him.

   It turns out that there is really water in this well.

  The faint well water, the depth cannot be seen clearly, reflecting Ji Que's half-covered face.

   He found that the camouflage was not comprehensive enough, so he quickly took off the black mask and put a new mask on his face.

  This mask has exactly nine cylinder patterns, covering almost his entire face, much like the nine cylinders in the bamboo card.

  The light on the hilt of the sword reflects the well water, and it looks like it is leading to another world.

  Ji Que took a deep breath, plunged into the water with a splash, and slid down.

   The well water is icy cold, with a biting chill.

  However, Ji Que has accumulated a lot of true energy during this period, so he is not afraid of the cold. Maybe because he is proficient in swimming, after entering the water, he feels like a fish in water.

   It just didn't take long before the well bottomed out.

  The well water is not deep.

  The walls of the well are covered with greasy moss.

   Ji Que's Taijiquan stirred vigorously, and the moss in front of him was immediately swept away and gathered together to form a green ball.

  The scene in the cave wall suddenly appeared.

  The light on the hilt is refracted by the well water, illuminating the surrounding environment.

  For a time, everything in this well was filled with an ancient atmosphere, making it intimidating.

  Ji Que didn't find anything. He felt that he was wrong. There was actually nothing here, and the missing senior had never been here.

  He poked his head out of the well, and at this moment, he noticed something strange.

  I saw a claw mark on the wall of the well.

  The claw marks are very clear, but also very messy.

  However, Ji Que still recognized the word - "He's coming out, he's coming out!".

  Seeing this line of words, Ji Que, who was in this dark ancient well, felt a creepy feeling.

  The words in this line are very small, and it can even be said to have a morbid twist, as if the feeling of fear can be transmitted through the stone wall.

  He is coming out, who is he referring to?

   Immediately afterwards, Ji Que saw a name, a name that made his scalp tingle.

   Fang Sihai.

  Fang Sihai was the name of the senior spy he was looking for.

  He has been here, and even carved such a distorted line here.

  He is here, what has he experienced? Why do you want to engrave such a line?

  He is coming out?

  What about the back?

  At the bottom of the lake, where are the fish corpses?

  What does this have to do with "the bottom of the lake, fish corpses"?

  A cold and terrifying feeling enveloped Ji Que, making his breathing a little heavy.

   And at this moment, only the sound of dripping water could be heard, and there should be some water droplets dripping from the mouth of the well.

  Ji Que raised his finger, and when he picked it up, he found that his fingertip was dyed bright red.

Blood?

   Sorry for the late update. After driving for a day, if there is only one chapter a day, it is because one chapter is 4K or 5K, or more, which is equivalent to two chapters for others.

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