967: C967 Nine Floors of the Pagoda

C967 Nine Floors of the Pagoda

Yang Tiantian had been enchanted by a paper man. This was the first time she had encountered such a strange thing.

For the first time, he could feel the danger he was in.

If not for Second Master's shout, Yang Tiantian felt that her soul would have been taken away by the paper man.

Her body trembled in fear as she muttered, "What … What is going on?"

"I'm fine. "Let's go."

Second Elder said indifferently. He held the torch high in the air and walked up the stairs to the highest floor of the main hall.

Yang Tiantian was so frightened by the paper man's evil eyes that she did not dare to stay any longer. She hurriedly followed Second Master Er to the ninth floor's shrine.

Then, she saw more paper men.

There were men and women, old and young.

Each of them wore a different set of clothes: the civil and military officials, the imperial concubine eunuchs, and the golden armored warriors holding the axes.

All the paper men looked over at the same time when Yang Tiantian appeared.

Nine, was the biggest singular number. In the traditional Chinese culture, there was a different meaning to it. For example, Yang Tiantian who lived in a wealthy family like the Yue family for a long time knew that.

He could guess that since Zhang Xiuda and the other civil and military officials were all in the shrine below, then only one person could sit in the shrine at the best level.

Big Sui and Emperor Yang, Yang Guang.

She looked up and saw an even wider altar table filled with beasts of the three beasts. These were offerings that only emperors could use.

Without the black spirit tablet, the emperor wouldn't need a spirit tablet.

The first idol Yang Tiantian saw was not Emperor Yang, Yang Guang.

It was a woman.

Because this woman was too beautiful, there was no way to not attract her attention.

The woman was dressed in gorgeous palace attire. She was kneeling on the right side of the center of the shrine with her hands crossed in front of her stomach. Her eyes were like paint, and her lips were pursed into a faint smile.

Who is this woman?

Yang Tiantian had just asked herself this question before she came to a realization.

If her judgement was not wrong, this beauty should have been the descendant of a peerless beauty who had served six emperors in her life, Empress Xiao.

Staring blankly at Empress Xiao's idol for a moment, Yang Tiantian was about to look at the idol beside her when Xinn'er suddenly jumped up and opened her mouth to scream.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, as if she had suddenly lost her voice.

Cold sweat the size of soybeans dripped from her smooth forehead.

Yang Tiantian was scared senseless by Empress Xiao's idol because she saw herself.

Yang Tiantian didn't even need to look at herself in the mirror. She was certain that if she had to put on the deity statue's clothes and sit there on her knees, it would be exactly like this.

Not bad at all!

At this moment, time seemed to overlap once again. Yang Tiantian might have become Empress Xiao, and Empress Xiao might have also become him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a clear feeling of fear.

Fear.

The fear she had never felt before almost made Yang Tiantian faint. She staggered, and instinctively reached out to grab the pillar within the hall.

Then, she hurriedly went to find the second elder.

He didn't know when, but at some point, the man had disappeared.

It was as if he had never been here before.

However, the torch that he had used to guide Yang Tiantian up the stairs was clearly placed on the light rack on the wall.

"B-Second Grandpa!"

Yang Tiantian finally called out, shouting for the Second Master.

There was no response.

Yang Tiantian wanted to run.

However, her legs seemed to have been filled with lead. Not only were they heavy, they were also weak.

He couldn't even take a single step. He could only sit limply on the ground.

She wanted to look away from Empress Xiao's idol, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it.

Empress Xiao's eyes seemed to have two invisible hooks as she tightly held onto the statue.

Yang Tiantian could only stare passively at her idol for a long time.

A soft voice came from the darkness and whispered into her ear, "Sigh, you finally came?"

"You, who are you?"

Yang Tiantian placed her left hand on the ground while holding her heart with her right hand. With a hoarse voice, she asked, "Why, why do you look like me?"

If she didn't put her hand to her heart, her heart would jump out of her chest.

"You should know who I am. Why ask?"

Empress Xiao's deity statue had obviously been placed on top of the huge black table, not moving at all. Even though her eyebrows hadn't moved, Yang Tiantian was sure that this soft and pleasant voice came from her.

The smile on the statue's face became even more beautiful and strange.

Especially her eyes, which were tightly locked onto Yang Tiantian. They were as black as paint, as if they were endless black matter, concealing an indescribable evil.

"I … I don't know you, I don't know you …"

Yang Tiantian moaned in pain. She wished that the Second Master could yell and drag her out of the fear she felt.

Even if it was just a clap of thunder.

As long as he could stop her from looking at the statue and take away her heart with a knife, it was not impossible to negotiate with him.

The second elder's shout did not ring any bells, nor did anyone come over with a knife to take her heart away.

Only the pleasant voice of the statue of God came from her deep eyes, "You know me. I am you, and you are me. The me that you are looking at right now is you looking at yourself. "

"I don't know you. I don't know you. I beg you, let me go, let me go. "

Yang Tiantian wanted to cry, she wanted to cry.

Tears were able to make her vision blur, and then separate her vision from the demonic eyes of the idol.

However, she could not tell that even though her voice was already sobbing, there were still no tears flowing down her face.

"Too late, too late." Ever since the third day of the third month of your third month, when you violated the restrictions of Monarch Valley and climbed the Soulfall Cliff, your fate has been lost in your own hands. "

The faint voice of the statue was now laced with hatred.

It was just like how Yang Tiantian had snatched away her most precious object, but she was unable to take it back. She could only grit her teeth and silently curse in her heart.

Monarch Valley, Lost Soul Cliff, in front of the nine level pagoda.

As it turned out, the cliff that had a waterfall flowing down was called the Soulless Cliff.

How could a person not lose their soul after climbing the Soul Losing Cliff?

Where did the lost soul go?

The answer was obvious.

The soul Yang Tiantian lost at the Lost Soul Cliff should have been attached to this Empress Xiao statue that should not have been her appearance.

That was why she saw her appearance on the deity statue's face.

Yang Tiantian didn't know that Lee Nanfang had been framed by Loong Chengcheng and thrown into the police station's detention room. After he mysteriously fainted, he once rode a Black Dragon in his dreams and passed through the Lost Soul Cliff to the ninth floor of the pagoda. He saw Empress Xiao's sculpture.

Lee Nanfang, who was in a trance at that time, also saw himself when he saw the sculpture.

Scumbag Lee was so bold that his soul almost left his body when he saw him suddenly become a female sculpture.

What about the cowardly Yang Tiantian?

Within the Monarch Valley, other than the Second Elder who was guarding the tomb, no one else was allowed to step onto the Soul Losing Cliff for no reason.

Otherwise, that person would have seen his deity statue when he arrived at the shrine.

He was still alive, yet he had become a statue. This was definitely the most terrifying thing he had ever done.

One of them.

"I, I didn't intentionally climb the Soul Lost Cliff. I'm just curious, curious — please, stop looking at me. "Please."

As Yang Tiantian pleaded for help, she gained new insights.

The current scene was the true retribution she received after climbing up the cliff.

In the dream, it was just an appetizer.

"Curious? Hehe. Curiosity is a good word to use. "

After the statue chuckled sinisterly, its tone suddenly became ruthless, "If you aren't curious, how can you let His Majesty go visit you every night? Who do you think you are? You are just the descendant of a country girl His Majesty met on his way south to admire the flowers. After leaving a line of blood on the Yang Family, she became the true self. "

"I did not, I did not. I don't know. I don't know anything. "

Yang Tiantian didn't know how to explain. She could only shake her head in pain and cry.

However, there were no tears. It was like how she could not avoid the eyes of the deity no matter how she shook her head.

"Slut, you barged into the Lost Soul Cliff, luring His Majesty's primordial spirit back here! Every night we spent together, we would spend so much time and night together, yet you don't know anything. You just have to push everything away!"0

The deity's voice became even sharper, "Do you know that His Majesty's primordial spirit is thousands of miles away, accompanying the host in facing great danger? At this time, he needed to join hands with the host in order to return to the Chinese Divine Province and wipe out those evildoers who had rebelled! "But you slut, you disregarded your status as one of the thirty-seven generations of the Emperor's flesh and blood, allowing his Majesty to …"

"Don't say anymore."

A gentle and rich male voice suddenly sounded from the side, interrupting the deity statue's words.

It was as if there was a knife that snapped the two hooks between the idol and Yang Tiantian's eyes, causing her tears to gush out like a dam breaking.

He hurriedly raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.

Amidst her tears, Yang Tiantian could only see a tall figure jump down from the altar beside the deity statue, but she couldn't see his appearance.

"Your Majesty!"

The voice of the deity statue was obviously anxious, "It's not chenqie who speaks ill of you. "You were able to cultivate to your current state. It's all thanks to your magnanimity in being with the host and facing all the storms together …"

"Sigh, Zitong, I said, don't say anymore."

The man's voice interrupted the statue's words once again, carrying a clear sense of guilt.

He was a little embarrassed and annoyed, "After daybreak, I will return 10,000 miles away from that evil creature and return to the Hua Xia Divine Province. I am not as unscrupulous as you make me out to be. I have forgotten the pain of a thousand years just because I coveted her beauty. I thought of her every night, but it was just a momentary whim. Also, don't talk about 'bone and blood' anymore. Didn't you hear that after the ninth generation, there would be no relation between the blood and the flesh? She was thirty-seven generations old, a thousand years old. Furthermore, the relationship between me and her only exists in the virtual world. "

"Yes, Zitong understands."

After a moment of silence, the god statue replied in a low voice. The fear that had been plaguing Yang Tiantian suddenly disappeared.

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe her eyes, bravely looking at the deity statue again.

Although the deity statue was still the deity statue, the colors on its clothes were no longer beautiful like before. They were mottled and old, with a few spider webs circling around them.

As for her face, there were countless tiny cracks.

Where was her seductive appearance?

Yang Tiantian's facial features were also blurry. Only the outline was still clear, and Yang Tiantian was unfamiliar with it.

However, his eyes were still as black as paint.

However, it was pale and lifeless without any soul.

"Zi-Zitong?"

Staring at the idol, Yang Tiantian pursed her lips.

Zitong, also known as the wife of an ancient monarch, also known as the empress.

In fact, it's a plant.

The catalpa tree was the most precious tree in the world. The ancient people used the catalpa as a symbol of having a son. When the emperor set up the tree, he called the empress Zitong.

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