Zhen Shan staggered, her face was a little pale, and her heart was throbbing so hard that she could hardly stand still.

"Do you like him that much?"

She just said that Ji Zhilin didn't take her into his heart, and the remaining soul of her original body was like a raging river, wanting to rush out to refute her.

Zhen Shan held on to the table and tried hard to suppress the remaining soul of his original body.

"Since you are not willing to give in, why don't you restore your memory quickly?"

These words seemed to hit the remaining soul of the original body, and it died down again.

Zhen Shan almost rolled his eyes and gave it to the other party.

The empress seriously doubted that it was not the original person who had been unable to recover her memory in the past thousand years. It was most likely that she was subconsciously unwilling to recover and was escaping from something.

Zhen Shan was really speechless. Since you have deceived yourself and others, why should you let me help you find the answer?

The result is good, we are close to finding the answer, but you don’t want to believe it anymore?

She will never understand why some women, knowing that a man does not love them, always find countless reasons for him, paralyze themselves, deceive themselves, and finally make themselves feel like neither human beings nor ghosts.

Is it necessary?

Zhen Shan didn't realize there was anything wrong with exchanging sincerity for sincerity, but she couldn't understand how she could give her sincerity to others and let others step on it.

You can't live without water and air in the world. If you don't have a scumbag, you really can't live without feeling refreshed, right?

Okay, okay, you're infatuated, you're infatuated, I don't understand, I don't understand, it's because I have a cold heart.

Feeling that the remnant soul of the original body was beginning to be impetuous again, Zhen Shan had no choice but to comfort him.

She took a deep breath, "So do you still want to find the answer to that question?"

If she doesn’t want to, just let her enter reincarnation when she should, let her go when her obsessions should be dispersed, and don’t always cause trouble for her. Is this okay?

Then, Zhen Shan stood there and looked at all the tablets of the Zhen family's ancestors. The remnant soul of the original body seemed to have disappeared, and there was no reaction at all.

Zhen Shan: "..."

Haha, at the critical moment, you pretended to be dead.

The empress wanted to roll her eyes again.

Zhen Shan closed his eyes and resisted the urge to drag out the remaining soul of his original body and beat him violently.

Calm down, I will treat it as a troublesome customer.

Zhen Shan suppressed the irritability in his heart, kept a cold face for a long time, and exhaled.

To be entrusted by others is to be loyal to others.

Besides, she has already received the reward and cannot regret it.

Zhen Shan took three sticks of incense and bowed to the memorial tablet of the ancestors of the Zhen family. "My disciple Zhen Shan, a descendant of the Zhen family, wants to seek the truth about the massacre of the Zhen family for thousands of years. I have disturbed the peace of all ancestors. Please forgive me. Please forgive me."

That is, she took out a piece of paper from the Qiankun bag and placed it on the altar table. She took three steps back, made seals with her hands, and her spiritual power flowed. Scarlet petals appeared from around her body, and the paper was rolled up with the power of the gods.

Filmmaker.

Zhen Shan clapped his hands and shouted softly, "Here."

After the light dissipated, a paper-tied man wearing a red wide-sleeved shroud landed on the altar table. His dark eyes were particularly penetrating, and his red lips curled up in an almost invisible way, which was extremely strange.

Zhen Shan's face did not waver at all, he clasped his hands in front of him, his phoenix eyes were filled with green light, and his elegant voice sounded faintly, like a low chant from the Road to the Underworld, "Traitor to the gods, come from all directions, gods and ghosts will help."

Hold on, come here with your palms clasped."

There was no wind outside and the trees were motionless, but the dark curtains in the ancestral hall kept swinging. The silver wind chimes rang suddenly, and the dark wind formed a vortex and circled over the ancestral hall. The whistling sound of the wind made people uneasy.

Zhen Shan frowned slightly, not because of the strange wind, but because of the noisy voices that came into her ears, like ten thousand ducks quacking in her ears, which made her dizzy.

By the way, do the ancestors of the Zhen family like to chat too much?

Zhen Shan also heard with sharp ears that they were discussing starting from her appearance, and then left a question about whether she was married, and another question about whether she had children?

The empress's red lips twitched. Sure enough, whether on the ground or underground, the seven aunts and eight aunts are the most terrifying existences.

She coughed lightly and bowed to the spirit throne, "Junior Zhen Shan has met all of my ancestors. I lost all my memory unexpectedly back then. After thousands of years, I came back here and searched for an answer for thousands of years. I asked my ancestors to enter the spirit and tell them."

The dark wind vortex twisted, and a line of words appeared in mid-air in front of Zhen Shan.

It's been a thousand years, why bother looking again

"The Zhen family was destroyed by others, and there was a blood feud. As a direct bloodline, I should seek justice for the family."

You can be relieved that the Zhen family is destined to suffer this fate.

"If the enemy who wiped out the clan has not yet received his retribution, how can I, the younger generation, let him live freely in this world?"

No one can escape the reincarnation of cause and effect

Zhen Shan sighed, she wanted to feel relieved, but she didn't want to.

However, if what happened back then was really related to Ji Zhilin...she really shouldn't let it go.

"Let's just ignore this junior's obsession."

For a long time, a gentle sigh lingered in the ancestral hall, and the dark wind vortex above suddenly swooped down towards the paper-shaped figure on the altar table.

Zhizharen's dark eyes rolled, his red lips curled into a grin, and he jumped up and down on the altar table with an unsteady body, and even spun around in circles.

Zhen Shan: "..."

It seems that the ancestor of the Zhen family he invited was still lively.

But, hey, after all, they are all ancestors.

Zhen Shan bowed to it respectfully and walked up to it, "Senior, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She pointed at it and wanted to put it on its head, but suddenly, murderous intent came over her.

Zhen Shan waved his sleeves, put the paper stick into Qiankun's sleeves, and dodged to avoid the killing move.

With a flick of her fingertips, a crimson spiritual power opened up the sword and continued to attack her.

Zhen Shan looked at the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall, frowned, raised her toes, turned her body into flowing light, and left.

The other party didn't seem to want to fight in the ancestral hall. He took the spirit sword that was beaten back, and chased him away in a flash.

On the rockery in the garden, Zhen Shan stood on it with his hands folded, looking coldly at the figure standing in mid-air holding a sword.

The man was dressed in white clothes and had a completely pale mask without any pattern on his face, which was even weirder than Bai Wuchang.

Standing in the sky, one can imagine how terrifying his cultivation is.

But this figure...

Zhen Shan, no, or the original person is too familiar.
Chapter completed!