Chapter 341: I always have a feeling that the answer lies on Mount Song

Li Qingying seems to be just like me.

While she was cleaning out the big refrigerator, she sighed, "The refrigerator is empty."

Since we bought it, this refrigerator has never held any food.

At first it held Buddha Eye, dragon bone blood, ice silkworms, and snow phoenixes; now it is completely empty.

Li Qingying cut off the refrigerator's power.

We two guarded the Dang Pu until 12 o'clock; Liu Junyan came back from the underground tower, then closed the Dang Pu door, washed up, and went to sleep.

As we lay in bed, I and Liu Junyan still talked about matters concerning the underground tower.

Liu Junyan said, "The bloodstains seeping from the tower's surface are almost dried up; according to our deduction, the thing at the tower's base may complete its tribulation tomorrow night. The outer formation array and personnel are all in place. Xiao Jiu, tomorrow night you take the Soul-guiding Lamp, and we will try to destroy it completely."

This moment has finally arrived.

I said, "Last night I and Qingying sister went to the west room and glanced at the Copper Coin Person; his white scale armor had grown up to the upper side of his waist and then stopped, possibly because the nutrients supplied by the underground tower have been exhausted?"

Liu Junyan said, "The underground tower here is exhausted; next, another tower will be opened. The other side doesn't know how many years they have deployed; they are not a single person but a huge organization.

On this land of China, who knows how many such towers are hidden; there is more than one tower, and more than one Copper Coin Person. Xiao Jiu, after we settle the underground tower matter, I will return once to Mount Song; I always feel the answer lies on Mount Song.

"Good." I suppressed the faint unease in my heart and said, "No matter where you go, Āyàn, I will unconditionally support you."

Outside, a wind suddenly rose; the shadows of the tree branches on the window danced like a mad demon, slapping with a papapa sound.

Immediately after, it seemed countless strange birds were crying on the west side of the Dang Pu, accompanied by the thudding sound of something falling to the ground.

This sudden change happened in an instant and soon stopped.

We hurriedly got out of bed, opened the Dang Pu door, and a strong stench blew over us; I and Li Qingying both bent over and retched.

Liu Junyan had already leapt out to give chase.

Under the hexagonal palace lamp to the west of the corridor, a sheet of black pus and blood spread out.

Moreover, pus and blood slowly dripped down from the lamp chamber of the hexagonal palace lamp.

The ghost face on the lamp chamber kept chewing, as if eating something delicious.

I walked over, leapt up, and raised my hand to pull a black feather from the mouth of one ghost face.

At the same time I saw that the Merit Golden Light inside the hexagonal palace lamp had diminished a little.

Although it was only a tiny amount, not noticeable unless examined closely, I still saw it.

After landing, I held up the feather in my hand toward the light.

It was a pure black crow feather; under the lamp's illumination, its surface flowed with variegated colors.

Soon, Liu Junyan returned.

Li Qingying hurriedly asked, "Seventh Lord, did you catch up? Did you see what it was?"

Liu Junyan shook his head: "No."

He answered quickly and firmly.

But I could see from the fleeting change in his eyes that he actually knew who had come tonight.

I also guessed it.

It was Feng Xianqiu.

Just now he commanded a flock of black crows to attack the hexagonal palace lamp; the black crows died in droves, and he also succeeded in consuming part of the Merit inside the Soul-guiding Lamp.

This is his provocation!

It is also him declaring war on our Dang Pu!

How could he swallow this anger, how could he look at me favorably?

"It's fine." I quietly tossed away that crow feather and said, "Close the door and go back to sleep."

Li Qingying didn't ask further and did as told.

I washed my hands, lay back in bed, and Liu Junyan went to the west room of the main courtyard.

I tossed and turned for a while before finally falling asleep.

But I hadn't slept long before I began to dream.

No, to be precise, I should not be dreaming but have fallen into some kind of phantom mirror.

The sky was dim and gray; beneath my feet stretched an endless yellow sand road; at the limit of my vision lay a vast expanse of blood-red spider lilies.

Spider lilies?

Is this the Yellow Springs Road?

No, it isn't.

I have been to the Yellow Springs Road; although it resembles it, I am certain it is not.

Because at the end of this yellow sand road there is no Wangchuan River nor Naihe Bridge.

Afterwards, from the far side of the blood-red spider lilies, a group of people emerged, vague and indistinct.

At the front, they were beating drums and gongs.

Strangely, their actions were indeed beating drums and gongs, looking especially festive, yet no sound came out.

The picture was moving, yet it was silent and soundless.

I seemed to be watching a silent film.

As those figures drew nearer, the scene behind them gradually became visible.

Behind, in the midst of the crowd, they were actually carrying a five-colored bridal sedan!

On top of that sedan stood a large golden phoenix, and the entire sedan was embroidered with all kinds of birds.

Those birds were clearly embroidered, yet each had its mouth open, as if constantly calling.

Of course, no sound was emitted.

Beneath the sedan hung a great amount of tassels; among the tassels one could faintly make out tail feathers as beautiful and striking as a peacock's…

Behind the bridal sedan, there were many, many silhouettes.

They kept getting closer and closer, closer and closer…

Every face was filled with a creepy smile.

And the clothes on my body also changed at this moment.

The comfortable cotton pajamas, under my gaze, turned into a heavy large red wedding dress, a phoenix crown about to fall onto my head.

I instinctively lashed out, mobilizing my internal energy to try to split that phoenix crown.

But the moment I raised my right hand, a force pressed it down firmly.

That force did not come from outside, but arose from within my body.

It was as if another me had taken control of my body, preventing me from resisting.

Just as the phoenix crown was about to be placed on my head, a pure white figure flashed by, and with a somewhat immature cry, the whole space seemed to freeze in an instant.

Everything was a vast expanse of white, snowflakes fluttering down everywhere.

Someone pushed me from behind: "Master, go back!"

My body fell uncontrollably downward.

Whoosh…

I jerked awake from my dream, gasping heavily.

What met my eyes was the familiar curtain, my own room.

The blanket still retained the distinctive sandalwood scent from Liu Junyan's body.

I'm back…

I moved a bit, trying to push myself up to sit, but I found only half of my body could move, while the other half felt pressed down by some force, numb and stiff.

At that moment, I even felt like a paralytic patient.

But soon, that force disappeared.

I sat up and immediately checked my body.

Bái Sōnglán had said that even if a few hairs fell out, I must tell her right away.

Just then, Liu Junyan pushed the door open and came in.

He seemed to sense something, his face showing a hint of panic.

He strode over, and I blurted out: "Āyàn, I might have been trapped by Feng Xianqiu's witchcraft illusion mirror just now, my body not under my own control…