Thirty-three figures!
Thirty-three... tomb guards!
They were all dressed in black, covered their faces with white masks, knelt on the void, lowered their heads towards Ye Wuque, pilgrimage to their young master!
At this moment, everyone in the hall was deeply shocked!
That generous and fierce tombkeeper's oath, word by word, sentence enough to shock the soul, that is a kind of deep piety and obsession, has melted into the bones of 33 tombkeepers!
Ye Wuque was shocked!
The same is true of elegant officials!
Even Fairy Miaomiao, at this moment, it is rare to stop Hu eat Hesai, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the tombkeeper who bowed to the void, although her mouth was full of oil, but her expression and temperament at this moment were full of misty. Yu Youyuan, a ray of light flashed in his eyes.
"Gravekeeper...tsk, Xiaoyezi, blessed are you, they are...singular beings! The oath is their soul!"
"Everyone is born because of you. If you die, they will also be buried."
Fairy Miaomiao still chewed, but said something like this.
Upon hearing this, Ye Wuque's heart was shocked again!
At this moment, he was shocked by the tomb-keeper, looking at the thirty-three people who were kneeling and worshiping the void, and there was a deep respect in his heart at this moment!
"Everyone, please!"
Ye Wuque said in a deep voice.
"Here!"
boom!
Thirty-three grave guards got up together, their black clothes floated, and after getting up, they slowly fell from the void!
Endless darkness followed them, but the whole hall did not bring any ominousness. The only thing that could be felt was the kind of heat and the kind of piety!
In addition, there is an inexplicable tranquility.
Seeing the thirty-three grave guards in front of him, Ye Wuque suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart!
The blood in his body is flowing, and it can actually extend out, perceive the existence of every tomb-keeper, feel what they think in their hearts, and even if they think, a single thought can take their entire lives!
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This made Ye Wuque quite shocked!
"Young Master! The meaning of my existence is to wait for your return, accept all your instructions, and fight for you!"
The tall tomb guard who appeared first stepped forward and spoke respectfully. It seemed that he should be the leader of the tomb guard.
"You guys are from my father's handwriting?"
Ye Wuque asked, asking.
"No, it was not the master who made the shot, but... Master Huangfu!"
Master Huangfu!
Ye Wuque's heart moved, the Lord Huangfu in the head and neck of the tomb guard was naturally Huangfuhuang, that is, Fu Bo!
"If this is the case, it is from Uncle Fu's handwriting, then one thing can be confirmed. Now that the rebellion of the Eight Gods is now, Uncle Fu may have expected it..."
Ye Wuque felt enlightened in his heart.
"Young Master, the soul of every tombkeeper contains your blood. All of us are your servants and will always obey your instructions!"
The head of the tomb guard spoke piously, his eyes firm and persistent.
This suddenly made Ye Wuque realize that, no wonder he could perceive everything about the tombkeeper, and it made him deeply sigh that Fubo's handwriting is really not small!
After calming down, Ye Wuque asked again: "How should I call you?"
"Back to the young master, we use the tomb as the surname, and the number as the name. Starting from me, you can call me tomb one until tomb thirty three!"
Ye Wuque nodded slowly.
The leader of the tomb guard, that is, the tomb again respectfully said: "Young Master, Master Huangfu had instructed that if you show up, we must first take you to a place! It is also the place I have been guarding for 18 years!
"A... tomb!"
Ye Wuque's eyes condensed, then he exhaled and said, "Take me there."
"Young Master please!"
Immediately, the thirty-three tomb guards stepped aside to make way for Ye Wuque and the tomb.
Under the leadership of Tomb One, Ye Wuque walked towards the light gate.
"Master Feng, we..."
In the hall, Xu Kuangshi watched this scene and immediately lowered his head to ask the handsome minister.
"The next thing, let Old Ye face it by himself, let's just wait and stay calm."
The handsome minister spoke softly and poured himself a glass of wine. A sigh flashed from the depths of his clear eyes, apparently he had guessed something.
Since the journey, Ye Wuque has told him something.
"Yes!"
Xu Kuangshi nodded immediately.
Above the void, Ye Wuque's figure, surrounded by thirty-three grave guards, stepped into the gate of light, stepped into the eternal darkness, and then the gate of light disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
Inside the hall, the light was restored again.
Elegant ministers are drinking and drinking.
Fairy Miaomiao is eating and drinking.
The rest of them were still silent in the boundless shock, and did not fully recover.
...
Under the leadership of Tomb One, Ye Wuque wandered.
Under his feet, there is a dark road, and the front is like eternal darkness, I don't know where to go and where to go.
The boundless darkness should give people a kind of panic!
But at the moment, there was a trace of tranquility in Ye Wuque's heart.
But more, it is a kind of anxiety.
Suddenly, looking at the back of the tomb ahead, Ye Wuque's heart moved, and a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, he already knew what kind of existence the tombkeeper was, and what existed under the wavy black clothes and the white mask.
But because of this, he was even more curious.
"Tomb One."
"in!"
"You thirty-three, did you have your own names in the past?"
"Return to Young Master, yes!"
Hearing this, Ye Wuque's eyes flickered, and then said, "What was your name in the past?"
The tomb suddenly turned around, and there was a trace of ancient memories flashing in the eyes under the mask, with a touch of complexity.
"That name has already passed away with the wind and has been buried in the years, but since the young master wants to know, the tomb is naturally endless."
"My name was... Iori."
Ye Wuque's footsteps suddenly stopped when he heard this name!
