Shopkeeper Xu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, come with me. If you can't choose again this time, then I really have no choice!"

"This way, please!"

Shopkeeper Xu took us down three stairs underground before opening an iron door that was half a foot thick.

As soon as the secret room was opened, what I saw were layers of fog floating in the air. Walking into the secret room was like walking into another space.

Although the fog was silent, it made me feel more dangerous than ever before.

Shopkeeper Xu said: "There are pictures in this secret room, which were passed down by my ancestors. What are they specifically? Even I don't know."

"When you walk in, you may choose a painting, or the painting may choose a person."

"No matter whether you choose the picture or the picture chooses you, you can only choose to carry that picture and text. This is fate."

"Before you go in, you must think clearly."

Ye Huan raised her legs and walked forward, but I stopped her with my hand: "Wait a minute. You can think about it again."

Ye Huan shook his head and said: "Don't think about it, I feel something calling me, I have to go and bring him out."

I held Ye Huan down again: "I'll accompany you in!"

Ye Huan said something was calling him, so I couldn't let him go in casually.

Human beings have very wonderful senses, but they can also be easily exploited by ghosts.

When you are walking in a place you have never been to before, you suddenly feel like you have seen it before, or you feel an invisible call guiding you to a certain place.

Don't think it's a memory from a previous life, let alone be so naive as to think it's the favor of the gods.

In that case, there is a high probability that the evil ghost that has been staring at you for a long time is calling your spirit. When you walk over, you may not even be alive.

Seeing that I insisted on accompanying Ye Huan, the veteran thief looked at Shopkeeper Xu with a half-smile but said, "My two grandsons are going in. Isn't it against the rules?"

Shopkeeper Xu said: "This is fate, it doesn't matter if you go in."

"However, I still say that once you are selected or selected, you must choose to get a tattoo, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

The veteran thief nodded and said: "Okay, our grandfather and grandson will be responsible for the huge cause and effect. You two go in!"

I nodded towards Ye Huan and walked through the door side by side with him.

I only took a few steps before my sight was blocked by the fog.

The most important thing about "Tanma Jue" is to train your eyesight. Ordinary fog and even miasma cannot interfere with my vision, but now I can't even see from a distance of one meter.

"One look at the hell..." I shouted angrily and suddenly opened my hellish eyes. My piercing gaze penetrated the mist, only to find that Ye Huan, who was standing next to me, was nowhere to be seen.

I was suddenly frightened and broke into a cold sweat!

Where did Ye Huan go?

If he wanted to leave, why didn't he say hello to me?

If he was taken away by someone, why wouldn't I feel anything at all?

In my anxiety, Huang Quan's fierce eyes were running wildly, and the fierce light flashing in his eyes was like a sharp knife slashing into the fog. Although the fog was slightly blown away, the white fog a little further away became a little thicker.

When I was about to increase the power of my fierce eyes to compete with the white mist, I heard Ye Huan say: "What are you doing? I have already selected the painting."

I looked at Ye Huan carefully: "Who are you?"

After all, Ye Huan disappeared for a while, and I'm not sure whether the person who came back was Ye Huan or a ghost.

This is not because I am being overly cautious, but it is a normal reaction of a warlock.

After a warlock enters a secret realm, what he fears most is not encountering ghosts, but his companions who suddenly return after disappearing.

No one can tell whether those who come back are dead or alive.

If he points to someone next to you and says, "He is dead, I saw his body just now."

That's even more nerve-wracking, because you don't know which of the two of them will suddenly sneer and draw a knife behind your back. If you trust the wrong person, all you'll see is your own corpse.

Ye Huan looked at me and said, "I want to buy clothes!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Huan was a warlock after all. There was no way that the ghosts had stolen away all his secrets in such a short period of time.

I still said carefully: "You go out from the front, and I will watch the back for you."

Ye Huan walked slowly towards the door, and I walked backwards facing Ye Huan.

Fortunately, the two of us were not far from the door, and we only walked a few steps before retreating from the door.

After I was completely relieved, the first thing I said was: "What did you choose?"

Before Ye Huan opened his mouth, I heard the veteran thief say: "Er Gouzi, why are you carrying a painting on your back!"

I subconsciously reached out and touched my back, and actually touched a scroll.

I was already careful in everything in the secret room, but I unknowingly carried a picture on my back. If someone wanted to kill me just now, then I wasn't...

A trace of cold sweat suddenly ran down my forehead.

Shopkeeper Xu said with a solemn expression: "This is the picture that has chosen you. Open it and take a look!"

Out of curiosity, I shook off the scroll and saw a monster with four wings, six limbs, a figure like fire, and its head half lowered: "What is this?"

"Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang!" The veteran thief also frowned.

"Are you kidding me?" I held up the painting and said, "If you don't know me, don't talk nonsense. The Dijiang in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" looks like a yellow bag, red as flames, four wings, six legs, and faceless.

But I can sing and dance.”

"Look at this painting again. Although the thing on it has four wings, it has the same body shape as a human. It only has two legs, and the limbs in the front are more like arms. Where is Dijiang here?"

The veteran thief shook his head and said: "Look carefully, look forward along the arm you mentioned. Although his four claws are much shorter than the hind legs, they are shaped like tiger claws."

"If you think of him as a tiger, as long as it has claws, it can be said to be legs. Moreover, he has his head lowered and you can't see his face. Isn't this very similar to having no face."

"The words in ancient books are trustworthy, but we cannot believe them all."

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas that can be seen now was no longer written by one person at one time. It has also undergone several changes. What did the original appearance look like? No one can tell."

"I feel that the painting in your hand must be of Dijiang."

I picked up the painting and looked at it carefully for a moment: "Di Jiang, why did you choose me?"

While I was talking, the color on Dijiang's head automatically faded a bit without being touched. At first glance, it looked like Dijiang, who had lowered his head, slowly raised his head.

Come on.

Di Jiang's mouth, nose, and right eye were still difficult to see clearly, but his left eye became extremely clear. It was clearly the same eye as mine.

Shopkeeper Xu took a few steps forward: "Kid, are your eyes the same?"

I slowly opened the eyes of Huang Quan. Shopkeeper Xu was so frightened that he took two steps back before he could stand still. He kept mumbling: "God's will, it is indeed God's will."
Chapter completed!