Chapter 558: Seed 1

It seems that there is only one trip to look for the rich heritage in this area.
Reminiscent of Shenluo House, Lin Xin's mind was vaguely speculative.
If the Zongmen of the land government is really related to the human world, then ... what about the Yuandou Mozong and the Songlin Sword School?
Thinking for a while, his thoughts suddenly diverged.
The hero Yuan Qiuque and Huang Yuerong broke the world together, and they must have come to the world, but in recent years, he has secretly explored and found no trace.
Either the human world is too big, they are too far away. Or it's just a makeover and a bad reputation.
"If you can find Hero Yuan, you may be able to answer a lot of things I want to know. For example, Shenluo House, such as the evil of Shagula ...
Suddenly he felt something wrong.
Looking up, the inside and outside of the study do not know when it has become silent.
Some reddish sunlight came in from the window and fell on the floor, reflecting the entire study in red.
The patrols that often pass outside on weekdays are gone.
Not only that, but the barking of birds that can be heard outside the world is also quiet.
Reminiscent of the deadly air that had hanged over the maid's head just now.
Lin Xin looked calm, slowly put down the book, and stood up.
He pushed open the door of the study, and there was no one in the wooden corridor outside. Originally, there should be a maid on standby at any time.
But now there is no one.
Walked out of the corridor gently, came to the living room, and there was no one in the living room on the second floor.
It was normal to go out for a picnic in the late Qing Dynasty, but there were guards here at all times, and at this time they were missing.
Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and made a gesture.
This is the secret sign to convene the dark guard.
Lin Jiazong's family secretly used a variety of means to cultivate a group of top dead men with more than 50 floors of the Thunder Sword, collectively known as the Dark Guard.
This group of people is made by combining evil qi and medicine with secret methods. Their life span is only half that of ordinary people. After breaking through the 50th floor, they also use up their potential and cannot enter.
But that's it. It's also a terrible force.
After Lin Yaoyang ascended the throne, he also arranged two people for Lin Xin, the two who followed him at any time to protect him.
Gestures, the same, no reaction.
The dark guard is nowhere to be seen.
Lin Xin looked around, suddenly his eyes narrowed and he noticed a detail.
In the living room, the glamorous sunset outside seemed to be close at hand, from the size of a washbasin to a huge disc that was more than ten meters in size.
As if you can reach the window as soon as you reach the window, you can feel the sunset at any time.
The red light almost enveloped the entire living room, quiet, weird, and not alive.
"anyone there?"
Lin Xin whispered.
No one responded.
"Duan Bo?" He called again.
Still no one answered. Even the maid who had just gone out did not know where she had gone.
The glamorous red light fell on the floor and shone on one of his insteps, but there was no temperature at all.
Lin Xin narrowed his eyes and walked towards the stairs.
Pedaling pedaling ...
The crisp footsteps echoed throughout the attic, and the echo kept shaking, as if there was only him in the entire building.
Going down to the first floor, there was no one in the living room either.
Lin Xin stood in the middle and looked around.
"Ceasar ..."
Suddenly a subtle voice came from deep inside the room on the first floor.
The voice was very light and subtle, as if whispering secretly. But weirdly, it was clear that he didn't want to be heard, but the voice was clearly and abnormally transmitted to Lin Xin's ear.
"Who."
Lin Xin asked in a low voice.
No one answered.
He raised his right hand slightly, his eyes fainted sharply.
"Siazar .... Nirvana ..."
That voice came again.
This time Lin Xin heard it from a room on the first floor next to the bedroom.
There has always been a room in the attic, a strange room.
This was what Lin Yaoyang told him.
That room was only available at a certain time, right next to the master bedroom.
But Lin Xinming remembered that on the right side of the master bedroom on the first floor, there was an empty garden outside. There was nothing, how could there be a room.
"Everyone knows that there are eleven rooms in the entire attic. But no one except me knows that there are actually twelve rooms in the attic."
Lin Yaoyang once told this to Lin Xin, but he didn't find it for a while, but just listened to it as a story.
"Twelfth room ..."
Lin Xin walked along the corridor leading to the bedroom on the first floor, and at the end was the master bedroom where Lin Hao and Lin Hao lived.
This was supposed to be a straight corridor without any corners.
But at this time Lin Xin stood in front of the door and looked to the right.
On the right side of the bedroom, I don't know when, there was an extra shabby dusty hallway.
It was a corridor he had never seen before.
When he was a child in this life, he often came to the original late Qing dynasty, but he never saw the corridor to the right of the master bedroom.
It has always been a closed wall with a small garden outside. It is empty and there is no corridor.
But the scene in front of him shocked him.
The corridor in front of me, the red light of the setting sun coming in from the side, everything looked old and quiet.
After a pause, Lin Xin turned slightly and took a step towards the corridor.
The boots squeaked as they stepped on the floor. And leave a clear footprint.
"Perhaps I have been thinking wrong ..."
Lin Xin suddenly said something inexplicably.
He strode into the corridor.
Papa ... Papa ... Papa ...
The clear sound of footsteps accompanied by the creak of the wooden planks in the corridor completely exposed the new location of Lin.
It also seems that there is no one around.
Slowly walk through the corridor. In front is a wooden door of a room with a blank wooden sign hanging on it.
The wooden sign is made of fine white oak with clear and fresh tree textures.
Lin Xin reached out and gently opened the door. Inside was a small hall.
Entering the small hall, Lin Xin looked around and quickly stopped at the wall on the far right.
An idol is enshrined there.
A weird idol.
The baby was dark golden, stitched with needlework, and looked pale, with blood flowing from his eyes and mouth.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a baby is torn and stitched up again with a needle and thread. And the body was a little swollen, eyes wide, and looked like alive.
"Sure enough." Lin Xin looked at the baby idol, looking calm. "Sure enough, I guessed wrong."
The so-called dense blood is not sealed in the human body at all. What the Lin family has passed down from generation to generation is not the things that seal the evil gods.
The true evil is always sealed on the land of Qiu Shi.
"Ceasar ..." The voice sounded in his ear again.
Lin Xin frowned. Staring straight at the idol.
"Are you looking for me?"
The baby idol suddenly spoke.
He still bleeds his eyes and rolled his eyes, then his pupils stared at Lin Xin, his face was expressionless, but it gave people a sneer.
"I'm not looking for you, but you want me to come."
Lin Xin whispered.
"who are you?"
This time he asked in ghost words.
Even in the ancient times, ghost language is a relatively common language.
"I'm Siatha, Nizha, Aogu Temple Lan, Thunder Dragon, Aishudiya ..." The baby said his name aloud, and the surrounding space gradually began to shake slowly with his voice.
After speaking dozens of syllables, he stopped slowly.
"These are my abbreviations. You can also simplify it more and call me West Asia." The idol babble finally whispered.
"West Asia .... Why did you attract me?" Lin Xin appeared unmoved, but it was already mentioned in his heart.
The other party just said a part of his own name, which is equivalent to being engraved in the universe and conforms to some of the rules of nature.
Just chanting will cause the corresponding rules to shake.
Even if he achieved the Eucharist, he did not reach such a level. Obviously, the other party is stronger than him.
"My compatriots are calling for me." West Asia smiled wryly. "So I responded. Then ..."
He paused.
"You came....."
"Your compatriots? IMHO, I don't know any of yours." Lin Xin frowned.
"No no no ..." The idol shook his head slightly, and he staggered out of the shrine.
It slammed on the ground, and suddenly splashed a pool of dark red blood.
But he didn't care at all, just kept hobbling towards Lin Xin.
Step by step, slow but clear-cut.
His body was the size of a puppy, and he crawled all the way, dragging a long blood mark on the ground.
"The universe is equal, I responded. So, you are here ..." West Asia climbed to Lin Xin's feet and looked up at him.
"I don't understand what you mean." Lin Xin narrowed his eyes without avoiding the other party.
If I were here, I was afraid that I would have been frightened and insane and wanted to escape.
But he is different. Even if it is faced, it may be a mysterious evil who survived in the ancient times, or even a strong existence among the evil gods.
But Lin Xin also has his own pride.
He has been struggling madly for so long. He was tortured on the edge of life and death, and finally achieved the name of the Southern Emperor. Naturally, it was not a mere fear that could knock down.
The idol baby grinned.
"Are you looking for a gap in promotion? Didn't my compatriot give you enough gifts?"
"What are you talking about? Who is your compatriot?" Lin Xin asked directly. He doesn't like conversations like this.
"I can't tell you his name. Because just the association that arises when I mention it will make him aware of you and me ..." West Asia whispered. "I can only tell you that what you want to find and what you want to break free from is my compatriot."
"You mean Youfu?" Lin Xin frowned.
"Yufu?" West Asia first glanced ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and it quickly laughed. "You mean the vortex that relies on the soul to get the world alive?"
"Isn't it?" Lin Xin looked down at each other.
"No, no no no ..." West Asia shook her head. "It was just a vortex, it was a tool, nothing more."
He hugged Lin Xin's trouser legs, then slowly started to climb up.
His body left a clear stream of dark red blood on Lin Xin's pants. This blood also exuded some weird stench, like the rotten flesh.
"The Youfu you see is just a living vortex ... it is a rule. It is an instinct to devour everything." West Asia crawled to Lin Xin's chest and stopped. He used his stitched head, Close to Lin Xin's face until the two were almost close to their noses.
"You have a breath of soul power. Maybe I can give you guidance, give you what you need, and break open guidance ...
"What do I need to pay?" Lin Xin asked lightly. (To be continued.) Enable new URL