After sending Li Xiaoxiao to school, Ye Tingbai went back to his home to take a look. Chen Lan got along very well with the workers. Ye Tingbai came to chat with her for a few words and felt relieved.

Now Chen Lan is not only a matter of creation, she may not exist.

If Ye Tingbai had lived in an orphanage since he was a child, then what role did the created parents play? This made Ye Tingbai fall into deep doubts, but at the same time, the goodwill and dependence on Chen Lan in his heart had always been

It exists, even if he tells himself that it is not a real person, it still has no effect.

We can only drag it like this for the time being.

Yangcheng is not small. It should be like the whole world. It is vast and sparsely populated. After all, people are dying all day long and it is consumed too quickly.

The suburbs are very desolate. They are mostly abandoned unfinished buildings and there are many low-rent houses. In fact, genes can only determine a person's living environment and will not directly bring you wealth. What should be trash should be trash and what should be become.

A moth is still a moth.

The western suburbs happened to be where Si Youxu's private army was stationed. Almost no citizens would come here to hang out. Ye Tingbai had to go through several checkpoints before entering. This was also Ye Tingbai's first time visiting Yangcheng's army. He

I also met an unexpected person, the officer whose alter ego borrowed a dagger from him before.

Because it was a single person entering, they paid more attention to it and specially sent him, an officer, to guard the door. Unexpectedly, an acquaintance was sent over. As soon as the officer saw Ye Tingbai, he kept clicking his fingers.

"You...you, you, you, return the dagger to me!"

Ye Tingbai was a little embarrassed. The dagger was borrowed by the sub-personality, so what does it have to do with him?

"You got the wrong person!"

After saying that, Ye Tingbai rode away on his bicycle, leaving the officer stomping on the spot, shouting, "I want to complain!"

Following the map given by Lin Nianhua, Ye Tingbai advanced all the way and arrived at a small, deserted village. This should have been a village for lower-class people when Yangcheng was not so large. Later, when Yangcheng expanded, these villages were naturally occupied.

Banned.

The village in front of him looked like it had been abandoned for a long time. The building materials were all red bricks. It should not have a long history. Walking along a dirt road, Ye Tingbai arrived at a school. According to the map, this is Domain No. 07.

Just behind the school.

There are paw prints everywhere in the abandoned school. Judging from the size, they all seem to be left by the same hand, and these hand prints all lead to one direction, a cellar in the school.

Ye Tingbai pried open the cellar door and looked down. It was so dark inside that you couldn't see anything even under the sun, as if it was swallowing up the light.

A decaying wooden staircase creaked, and Ye Tingbai slowly entered the darkness. He felt that his whole body was surrounded by a strange smell, like thick yogurt, and also smelled of a rancid sour smell.

The stairs kept going down, as if there was no end. Ye Tingbai walked down for three minutes before finally seeing the ground. The ground was completely different from the style of the village outside. It was a flat blue brick floor. When you step on it, you can feel the blue bricks.

It immediately broke into pieces.

It may have been natural weathering for too long, and the top layer has turned to gray.

But looking at the light from his mobile phone, he could see that the blue bricks at the entrance of the stairs were intact and there was not a single footprint. It was unrealistic to say that no one had come here for hundreds of years. Ye Tingbai tried to take a few steps forward.

Looking back, I found that the footprints I left were disappearing one by one.

Ye Tingbai took a walk around here and found that it was not infinitely large. It was only the size of a football field. It was all made of rectangular blue bricks of the same size. The surrounding walls were also closed by green bricks, just like a tomb.

In the center of the tomb, Ye Tingbai discovered a two-story villa, which was entirely built of mahogany. The green bricks outside had been weathered, but the mahogany was still like new. The door had two pure gold doors.

There is a gold-rimmed plaque hanging on the door knocker, but it has no words.

Ye Tingbai: "It smells a bit like this. This house is so beautiful."

Sub-personality: "Either I do it, you seem to be quite scared."

"Do you know that there are some things that you should just know but shouldn't say?"

Sub-personality: "What did you say?"

"I'm convinced, come here."

The sub-personality controlled the body, pushed open the wooden door, and walked straight into the house. The courtyard was fully furnished, but almost all of it was damaged. There were several mahogany chairs in the main hall, and there was a portrait of a woman hanging on it.

Wearing a red gauze, she has a graceful figure, but her face has been blurred. It should be said that her entire body has been blurred, and only her left hand is still clear.

Under the portrait, there is a copper basin filled with incense ashes.

This small wooden building has two floors. On the first floor, only the main hall is relatively exquisite. The other rooms are all empty. It seems that no one has lived in them since they were built. Deep in the room, he found another staircase leading to the second floor. The second floor was not

The room should be regarded as a first-floor terrace, with only one large room without any partitions.

The sub-personality took a casual look, basically confirmed the layout of the room, and walked straight to the center of the room. The sound of the wooden floor was very clear in this silent underground, and the rancid smell in the air became stronger and stronger.

Finally, the sub-personality seemed to have arrived at the destination. It was a coffin covered with gold lines, and the lid of the coffin was half-open. The sub-personality stepped forward and took a look inside, and saw a slender woman's palm.

It lay quietly inside.

The arm was fresh and white, and the incision was even more ruddy and lustrous, as if it had just been chopped off a human hand. I felt carefully that there seemed to be warmth on it. Maybe I sensed the arrival of someone, and the palm came to life.

Just like a person stretching after waking up, his palms first curl up and tighten, then open and relax.

There is a piece of yellowed A4 paper next to the white palm, and a ballpoint pen. The ballpoint pen is held in that hand as if it wants to write something on the paper, but the pen has been left for too long, and the barrel of the pen has become crispy.

There is no ink at all in the core.

The palm seemed a little annoyed. I shook it twice in annoyance and threw the ballpoint pen aside. Then it stood up on its own and dripped some blood from its wrist. Then it dipped its finger into it and wrote three words.

"what?"

This palm is extremely flexible, just like a living person, and it can float, even more flexible than a living person.

"Can I ask anything?"

The palm immediately wrote "Yes" on the paper, and then it went deep into the coffin, pulled out a broken bowl, and wrote "Yes" on the paper again.

"The reward is a bowl of blood."
Chapter completed!