The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

The little turtle was beaten.

Although the turtle shell is too thick, spanking and other things are useless, but there are many ways to deal with Qingnu if she can't stand her.

The soul hook hooked the little black turtle's bun and was hung directly on the tree, like a little turtle hatchling being hung for bloodletting. A stick of incense was inserted underneath, and the fragrant mist kept rising upwards.

The little turtle kept sneezing "Ah Qiu ah Qiu", and soon his eyes filled with tears, and he begged for mercy and admitted his mistake.

If he continues to be smoked by this 'ghost-obsessed eye fragrance', he will really get the taste!

In the room, Qing Wu and Xiao Chenyan sat speechless.

It’s only been two days since I last saw him, but I feel like I’m a world apart.

Not only Xiao Chenyan had this sense of trance, Qing Wu was also in a strange mood.

In the strange silence, Qingwu suddenly felt itchy in her palms. She lowered her head and saw a dark shadow scratching her hand. She scratched it and grabbed a cat's tail.

The shadow cat nuzzled over in a flattering manner, and then a tail popped out from behind its buttocks, and this tail hooked Xiao Chenyan's wrist.

The two tails pulled, and their hands were pulled together and touched together.

Shadow Cat looked left and right, then faced Xiao Chenyan: "Meow meow meow~"

Master, master~I have a future~

Xiao Chenyan can naturally understand what Shadow Mao means.

Qingwu glared at the eye-shadowed cat: "You are the only one who knows how to be clever."

Just as she was about to take back her hand, she was wrapped by the man's hand. Perhaps it was because she had been holding a sword for many years. Xiao Chenyan's palms and fingertips were covered with thin calluses, which fell on the skin. It felt clear and itchy. .

Fortunately, his hands are really long and beautiful. The knuckles are not as thick as other warriors. They are slender and clean. They look like a hand that should be playing the piano and writing, rather than holding a cold-edged halberd.

There was a string of Buddhist beads wrapped around Qing Leng's wrist. Following the movement of his hand, the beads moved slightly. Qing Wu watched as his hand passed through the gaps between her fingers and clasped tightly with her fingers.

At that moment, a 'heart' seemed to have really arisen in her soul, and it was held tightly by a hand.

"But my origin makes it difficult for you?" Xiao Chenyan said unhurriedly.

He was so keen that he naturally felt that Qing Wu looked at him strangely after she came back.

"It's not difficult to handle," Qingnu paused, "I didn't find your origin in the book of life and death, but I got some speculation from a crazy chicken."

When Xiao Chenyan heard the word "epileptic chicken", he thought of the "white-feathered chicken" mentioned by Qingwu.

He was already very familiar with this 'chicken'.

This time she went back to the underworld and met that 'chicken'?

"What guess?"

Qingnu looked at him, and directly explained the inference without any pretense.

From the structure of the Three Realms, to the Ten Continents and Three Islands, and then to the God Clan Prince whose soul disappeared during the Burning Heaven Rebellion a thousand years ago: Cang Ming.

Anyone else would have been dizzy and jaw-dropped.

But Xiao Chenyan was calm throughout the whole process. He noticed that the shadow cat became motionless after hearing the name 'Cang Ming'.

Even Xiao Chenyan himself found this name very familiar.

It's like...it belongs to him.

"Do you think I am Cang Ming?"

"It's just speculation," Qing Wu shrugged, looked at him calmly, and said with a smile, "Why don't you look surprised?"

"Do you want me to be Cang Ming?"

Qing Wu's expression became serious: "To be honest, if you were just an ordinary human race, then this matter would be much simpler. If you were Cang Ming, then the trouble would be big."

"Actually, I initially thought your soul would belong to the Witch Clan."

Qing Wu paused as she spoke and glanced at him.

"One more thing."

"Xiao Chenyan, who is recorded in the book of life and death, died on the second day after he was born."

Xiao Chenyan's eyes froze for a moment, and when he met her gaze, Qingwu held his hand in return:

"No matter who you are, from the day I met you, you are Xiao Chenyan."

"It doesn't matter whether the name 'Xiao Chenyan' really belongs to you, or whether your soul belongs to the Witch Clan or the God Clan."

"The past twenty years of your life were not all illusions. The former Crown Prince and Crown Princess, everyone in Prince Yan's Palace, and the people in the North are all real, and they truly love you."

Listening to her rare and sincere words of comfort, he inexplicably thought of the spring in the north. Even in the ice and snow, the bright spring sun could ignore the falling wind and snow.

It was a rare temperature under severe cold.

"Are you afraid that I will give birth to inner demons because of this?" He looked at her and asked softly.

Qing Wu hummed, "Don't question yourself."

Xiao Chenyan never questioned it, and his mind never wavered, but her words undoubtedly gave him more strength.

She was like an anchor point that would never change on the foggy sea, preventing him from getting lost.

"it is good."

Qing Wu saw that there was no difference in his expression, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she had known that this guy was too determined, she didn't know when she started to feel sorry for him.

Realizing this, Qingnu couldn't help but murmur.

I feel sorry for a man who has been unlucky for eight lifetimes. Even if this man is a stinky inkstone, no exception can be made!

"By the way, when you hear the name Cang Ming, do you think of anything?"

"It's indeed a bit familiar." Xiao Chenyan said, looking at the shadow cat: "Its reaction is not quite right."

Shadow Cat was stunned at this moment, as if he was stupid.

Qingwu poked the cat's butt, and the shadow cat suddenly dispersed, turned back into a shadow and fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with it?"

Xiao Chenyan shook his head, "You're stupid."

Qingwu said with disgust: "It's useless." She was still counting on this cat to provide some useful clues.

In the end, it’s just a name, and it becomes this virtue.

"If I am really the so-called Cang Ming, I will only have more troubles in the future."

If the real 'Xiao Chenyan' had died a long time ago, and if his soul was really Cang Ming, it means that it was the Witch Clan who put Cang Ming's soul into this body.

Why does it have to be this body?

"If my soul is really a god, then the life-threatening evil that I have been hit by is stealing the power of the soul itself."

"But Shadow Cat said before that the Xiao royal family are all thieves. Whether it is the seventh uncle or the prince, they all have the aura of having their 'treasures' stolen."

"Assuming that the Witch Clan just wants to steal the power of my soul, why bother?"

Xiao Chenyan broke down the clues bit by bit.

Qing Wu also thought of this and muttered: "This body of yours is indeed very strange. The body of an ordinary person cannot carry the soul of the gods at all, but this body of yours not only can carry it, it can also lift the cauldron."

"Also, the sinister wind penetrates into your bones and kills your life and destroys your soul, but it has not caused any substantial damage to your body."

Xiao Chenyan's eyes flashed coldly.

"Perhaps, not only is there something fishy about my soul, but there is something fishy about this body as well."

Qing Wu thought of something and raised her head: "Speaking of which, the power of the gods and ghosts comes from the soul, but the Wu clan is different. The strongest of the Wu clan has always been the physical body."

She suddenly had a guess.

Could it be that the Xiao clan itself has the blood of the witch clan, or is there some kind of 'treasure' that makes them half-human and half-witch beings? They passed it down from generation to generation until the excellent container 'Xiao Chenyan' was born.

But this container is not perfect, so it needs some kind of sacrifice, and the soul of 'Cang Ming' just becomes this sacrifice?

But if that's the case, the logic doesn't hold up.

After all, Shadow Cat said that the 'treasure' stolen by the Xiao family belonged to Xiao Chenyan.

The clues are here, but an important link is missing.

"Forget it, no matter how much you think about it, it's useless. Anyway, now that we know the evil plot of the Witch Clan, we can just deal with them boldly!"

Qing Wu banged the table with great enthusiasm.

There was a click and the table cracked.

The hand she used to hit the table had been holding hands with Xiao Chenyan. When she punched the table, her hand was fine. Xiao Chenyan's hand was pressed under hers, and she withstood all the force.

Qing Wu vaguely heard a clicking sound, like a broken bone.

She raised her eyes innocently and met the man's secretive eyes.

Qing Wu pursed her lips: "Your body... you are not a witch. I just hammered the table. Why did it crack..."

Xiao Chenyan's right hand was already numb. The bone was actually cracked just now, but it healed quickly.

Regarding Qing Wu's sophistry, he smiled sincerely: "You blame me?"

"Yeah! It's your fault!"

After doing something bad, Qing Wu threw away his hand and turned around to run away.

As soon as he turned around, his wrist was grabbed and pulled back into a strong embrace.

She froze for a moment, and was about to push the person away, but she felt a weight fall on her neck.

Xiao Chenyan hugged her tightly and whispered word by word:

"Thank you."

"Thank you for what..."

He didn't answer, just let go of her and rubbed her head.

Qing Wu seemed to see the young Xiao Chenyan again in a trance, that young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses.

"It should be so."

He called her by this false name.

"Promise me something."

"what's up?"

Xiao Chenyan gently fiddled with the red thread on her wrist. It was his lifeline, which he personally placed in her palm.

His eyes were unusually deep.

"If one day you are in danger because of me, I want you to abandon me without hesitation."

He spoke lightly and tucked her hair behind her ear, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"Can you do it?"