"I want to wait with Brother Lin." Yun Xiaotian insisted.

"Go back soon. After midnight, this place will be cold and dew will be heavy at night. You are just an ordinary person, how can you stand it?" Lin Tian deliberately said with a stern face and said without any negotiation. He was right. The geography of this canyon is very unique, and it is already a bit cold now. Ordinary people can't stand it in summer single clothes.

Chen Danxi chuckled after hearing Lin Tian's words, and then turned around and left. Lin Tian was too lazy to pay attention to her, so he gave a look at the ghost. The ghost understood and pulled Yun Xiaotian away.

The edge of the cliff was empty, leaving Lin Tian alone, and the surroundings became quiet. Occasionally, a few fireflies flew by, which added points to loneliness.

The sound of "ding ding dangdang" sounded again, followed by a clamor, and the iron chains stretched over the canyon slowly hang down, slowly hiding into the fog at the bottom of the valley, and finally disappeared completely. The canyon returned to its original state, and everything that had just happened to have never been born.

Lin Tian suddenly had an impulse to climb the chain down and explore it to the bottom, but he finally held it back.

He did not use perspective to explore, but walked to the tower and waited. After an hour, Wang Wanxi had not come out. Thinking that it would take some time for Wang Wanxi to come out, Lin Tian simply turned back to the site of Qingshuang Pavilion.

With this place, these lofts are well maintained. Even after hundreds or thousands of years of wind and rain, they only leave traces of wind and frost, but not destroyed by time.

Such an ancient attic, such a quiet night, is so quiet that there is no one in the figure. Logically speaking, such a scene should be quite terrifying, but Lin Tian felt a kind of tranquility.

Walking in the corridor, you can hear it quietly telling the glory of the past. In the tide of modernization, Qingshuang Pavilion hid deeper into the mountains, and it eventually became a ruin.

After passing through the second level of corridor and reaching the front, Lin Tian was about to enter the main hall to take a look when he suddenly heard some sounds coming from the main hall.

"Mother-in-law, this is what you want, I'll bring it to you..."

This is the voice of a young man, or a woman. It seems that because he doesn't speak much, his voice is a little magnetic hoarse, but the tone contains the unique delicateness of a woman. When the two different properties are mixed, the sound sounds quite charming.

Lin Tian really wanted to know what kind of woman it was, and she made such a strange voice. More importantly, at night, who ran to the Qingshuang Pavilion ruins? Are you not afraid of ghosts? Who is the mother-in-law in the woman's mouth?

He glanced at the surrounding environment and saw that the exterior wall of the main hall was designed with a pane. Lin Tian walked to the pane and looked into the hall through the hollowed-out part of the pane.

At first glance, Lin Tian saw a young woman. At the second glance, he noticed the woman's clothes and face. She was wearing a cold face in black. She was actually the woman in black with a Qingshuang sword on her back and seemed to be more skilled than Tang Ziqing.

A man stood opposite the woman in black, but the man was facing away from the door. Lin Tian could not see the person's appearance, but his back looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

The woman in black was holding a small box in her hand, not knowing what was inside, and was handing it to the person opposite. The person opposite just nodded coldly and took it without hesitation, and seemed to be uneasy to the woman in black carrying the Qingshuang Sword.
Chapter completed!