I'm curious about who Yu Ling is, but I don't want to ask Yu Chen anymore.

I intentionally separated myself from Yu Ling clearly. I kept telling myself that Yu Ling and I are two people.

Otherwise, once I admit that I am Yu Ling, the guilt I feel towards Yun Ling will make me breathless.

We flew for more than two hours before Shizicheng took us to a mountain.

This should be in the south. Although it is winter, the trees are still green. There are towering trees above our heads and slippery moss under our feet. There is a damp, moldy smell in the air, and the temperature is also very high.

I wore a down jacket in the Northeast. When I got here, the first thing I did was to take off my down jacket. It’s at least 20 degrees here.

Shizicheng walked to a big tree that required three or four adults to hug it. There was a tree hole on one side of the big tree. The tree hole was covered with vines. These vines climbed on the big tree and criss-crossed it.

, just like pressing a wooden door into a tree hole.

Shi Zicheng took out a dagger, cut his palm, and then put his palm on the wooden door made of vines.

Then, he began to walk in a circle, and as he circled, all the blood from his palms was smeared on the tree trunk.

In this way, he completed two circles on the left and three times on the right. Finally, he stood in front of the vine wooden door, retracted his hand, knelt on the ground with a pop of his knees, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

As he knelt down for the last time, the blood he wiped on the tree trunk began to slowly fade, as if it had been absorbed by the tree trunk.

Then, with a crashing sound, the vines wrapped around the big tree retracted their branches, and the tree hole was completely exposed.

A woman wearing a bright red cheongsam, with a graceful figure and delicate makeup on her face, walked out of the tree hole.

The woman held a gold cigarette rod in her hand. She sucked on the cigarette holder, and then blew out white smoke from her red lips. Her charming eyes were like hooks, and she could attract people's hearts whenever she glanced at them.

Itchy inside.

The woman spoke lazily, her voice like an oriole, euphemistic and sweet, with a cat-like arrogance, "Big man, why are you knocking on my aunt's door? Not everyone can enter my aunt's inn.
Chapter completed!