Ye Wuque's figure appeared like a ghost.
At this moment, Zhang Qinghe seemed to have died of drunkenness. He was lying on the side of the solitary grave. The empty wine jar was still shaking gently, and a trace of the remaining wine slowly penetrated to the ground.
Although Zhang Qinghe seemed to have died of drunkenness, Ye Wuque could still feel the sadness that overflowed him, even if he was drunk, he couldn't suppress it.
Ye Wuque recalled that when he first saw Zhang Qinghe in the disciple cave, the other party came over drunk, and now it seems that everything happened for a reason.
Perhaps, only by drunkenness, life and death, only by getting drunk with the drunk, can you temporarily forget the pain and sorrow in your heart and continue to live.
Ye Wuque walked gently to the lonely grave.
This solitary tomb is very small, almost a small mound. If it weren't for an unknown monument, it would not even be a tomb.
The power of the soul swept down, and Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly.
He could be sure that under this solitary grave, nothing was buried, and there was nothing left, even the crown burial was not counted.
"I don't even dare to bury the corpse and clothes, just a simple thought..."
Ye Wuque felt a sense of fear from Zhang Qinghe.
He turned his gaze to look at Zhang Qinghe who was drunk on the ground, slowly leaned over and put out a hand.
When drunk, it was convenient for Ye Wuque to investigate.
He believed that Zhang Qinghe's memory might give him some unexpected gains.
however!
Just when the last inch of Zhang Qinghe's forehead was left, Ye Wuque's right hand suddenly stopped!
Ye Wuque's bright eyes narrowed slightly!
Because he was lying on the ground, Zhang Qinghe, who was supposed to be drunk, opened his eyes at some point! !
Looking at him coldly!
The eyes of the two crossed, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze!
"Master Ye..."
"What are you doing?"
A hoarse and cold voice rang from Zhang Qinghe's mouth. Where is the half-drunk appearance?
And following Zhang Qinghe's opening, Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly, as if he had discovered the truth, he slowly retracted his right hand, staring at Zhang Qinghe and said indifferently: "Amazing."
"Really amazing."
"Who can think of Xuanmai Deacon Zhang Qinghe, this drunkard who is famous in the entire ancient league, who can only dream of drunken life and death, is already a true god... Legend of the real gods and magic states."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Qinghe's cold eyes on the ground immediately reflected a shocking light!
That's right!
Zhang Qinghe is already a legendary state!
The legendary realm of the realm of true gods and dharma.
This was the truth that Ye Wuque had just noticed from Zhang Qinghe's Qi Ji.
Puff!
At this moment, Zhang Qinghe's neckline suddenly exploded, and a pendant suddenly appeared, and it cracked instantly, turning into powder and dissipating invisible.
Seeing this split pendant, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.
This is a surprisingly pre-warning pendant, and it is precisely because of the existence of this pendant that the power of the soul that is ready to check Zhang Qinghe's memory will be detected, and Zhang Qinghe will be awakened in time.
Otherwise, even if Zhang Qinghe is a legend of the realm of true gods, he would not be aware of Ye Wuque's power of spirits.
At this moment, Zhang Qinghe, who had cold eyes and was extremely photogenic, was suddenly stunned when he saw the pendant cracked and turned into powder.
Then he sat up abruptly, stretched out a pair of already trembling hands, and suddenly hugged the pendant powder that had dissipated, and the whole person exuded a deep sadness and despair again!
A big man could not stop tears at this moment, as if this pendant was something more important and precious to Zhang Qinghe than his life.
Zhang Qinghe lowered his head, holding the remaining part of the pendant, trembling all over, and there seemed to be a beast-like growl in his throat!
He is sad!
He is desperate!
He is even crazily depressed!
A legend in the realm of a true god, but in such a depression, he didn't even dare to roar in anger?
Ye Wuque watched all this quietly.
"Master Ye... let's go..."
"You have never been here tonight, and we have never seen..."
After a few breaths, Zhang Qinghe's suppressed low voice slowly sounded, and he remained head down without raising his head.
Ye Wuque had already stood up at this moment. Hearing Zhang Qinghe's words, a profound meaning flashed in his bright eyes.
Ye Wuque didn't leave, just looking at Zhang Qinghe condescendingly, slowly speaking, spit out three words.
"Zhang Yaxin."
Zhang Qinghe, who was holding his arms and bowing his head, trembled suddenly when he heard the name, and then directly raised his head. There was a hint of disbelief on the sloppy face covered with tears, and he looked at Ye Wuque's. The eyes became even more scarlet, as if the incarnation had become a beast!
"How did you... know this name?"
Zhang Qinghe's voice became extremely sharp at this moment. Although it was not high, the danger contained in it was enough to make any creature in the legendary state tremble!
It seems that the legend of the true gods and magic states has already stared at Ye Wuque, and is about to explode a fatal blow at any time! !
"She is your daughter, right?"
Ye Wuque was calm, and spoke again.
Hearing these words, Zhang Qinghe's body trembled again, and endless tears poured out of the eyes that had originally been extremely captivating, and it seemed that he was about to collapse.
"who are you??"
But Zhang Qinghe is a Legendary Realm after all, he forcibly suppressed the pain in his heart, stood up from the ground, staring at Ye Wuque firmly.
"The quasi-lingzi of the ancient alliance of the gods, Ye Wuque."
Ye Wuque replied slowly.
Zhang Qinghe was stunned.
Then he tried hard to calm himself down, staring at Ye Wuque hoarsely: "How do you know her name? No one in the ancient league should know her name! Although you are already expensive as a quasi-spirited lord, but you How long has it been in the Ancient League? Shouldn't, let alone know!"
These words of Zhang Qinghe made Ye Wuque keenly feel a hint of clues.
"Are you saying... the traces of Zhang Yaxin's previous existence have been deliberately faded, or even erased, by some force in the Ancient League?"
Zhang Qinghe's pupils suddenly shrank sharply! !
But before Zhang Qinghe could speak, Ye Wuque's voice continued to sound: "But... wherever you pass, you will leave traces."
"The traces of Zhang Yaxin's existence have not been completely erased."
"Otherwise, how did I know her name?"
call out! !
Zhang Qinghe stepped out abruptly at this moment, rushing to Ye Wuque's front, two hands firmly grasped Ye Wuque's hand, his voice was trembling!
"You, have you seen... Yaxin??"
