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Xi Yan took Ye Lingyue out of the Mingshi Trade Union. She took Ye Lingyue through the city of Lingxiu and went to a hidden alley.

Xi Yan and Ye Lingyue went to the innermost part of the alley, in front of a seemingly ordinary house.

After a few squats, an old woman walked with the stream and Ye Lingyue.

Inside the house, it was a bit dark.

On the bed, there was a scrawny old man lying down.

After seeing the old man's appearance, Ye Lingyue was shocked.

The old man's breath is weak, his head is twice as big as the edema, and his body is very thin. The skin and muscles of his limbs are almost shrunk, and the whole person looks very surprised.

"President, I am here. This is Ye Lingyue, who I mentioned with you. She is also a descendant of Master Ye Min."

Xi Yan saw the old man's appearance, his eyes were slightly red, she kneeled down on one knee and whispered a few words in the ear of the old man.

The old man's eyelids moved, and he raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at Ye Lingyue.

"President, you are... in the middle of the line?"

Ye Lingyue did not expect that the president of the Confucius would do this.

She paid attention to the limbs of the president.

From the neck to the body, almost every part of the skin has black and blue strange lines.

Those lines, Ye Lingyue looked, was unexpectedly familiar.

Ye Lingyue has seen such a pattern in the undead sorrow of Guangming.

Originally thought that after the light collar collapsed, after the fall of the Emperor, the undead will never reappear.

I just didn't expect that she would see these lines on the body of the Confucius.

"Do you know the wrinkles? Who are you?"

The president of the Confucius said that because of the edema, he could not open his eyes, and he took out two cold awns.

The already weak and debilitating body broke out with an astonishing power. He was as thin as a chicken's right hand and grabbed Ye Lingyue's hand.

"President, don't be excited, she is Ye Lingyue, a descendant of Ye Min. She is not a bad person."

The stream was busy advising.

"Ye Min's descendants? Tian Ying Ye Lingyue? No, you are not, I have seen Ye Lingyue, you are not her."

The president of the consonant looked at the stream and looked at Ye Lingyue as usual.

A hundred years ago, the president of Confucius had been invited by the old lady of Chu, and went to diagnose Ye Lingyue.

At that time, Ye Lingyue, the president of the Confucius was very disappointed.

After Ye Min, a generation of Tian Ying, all this, in Ye Lingyue can not see a trace.

The human form is allowed to change, but the character of the person does not change.

Ye Lingyue in front of him is clearly not the Ye Lingyue of the year.

At that time, "Ye Lingyue" experienced the collapse of the Guangming collar, the defeat of the Ye family, the death of the family, has been shivering, and his eyes are confused.

At the eye of Ye Lingyue, the fundus is clear, and there are a pair of scorpions, revealing the fine light.

"She is not Ye Lingyue?"

The stream is also alert.

"I am Ye Lingyue, but it is not the Ye Lingyue that you knew that year. But this is not important to you. You just need to know, I have the way to help you relieve the pain of your body." ""

Ye Lingyue still has some admiration for the president.

Not to mention the other, just as the president of the consonant can see at a glance that she is not "Ye Lingyue", it can already be determined that the old man is very keen.

After all, even the old ladies and Chu of Chu did not see her difference.

Knowing that Ye Lingyue was able to heal the wounds of the president of the Confucius, Xi Xi temporarily forgot the true and false Ye Lingyue.

Since learning that the president of the consonant has been seriously injured, Xi Xi has been trying to find a cure for the president.

But no matter what means, from the medical technique to the technique of the alchemist, all the methods that have been used have been used, but there is no way to make the consonant grow better.

Seeing the president's injury worsening day by day, the anxiety of the stream can be imagined.

Ye Lingyue once had the undead sorrow of the bright collar, so she recognized the body of the consonant at a glance, that is, the undead.

Undead is a terrible existence.

It is a kind of inscription written by Wu Ming's instructors who combine Wu Ming and inscriptions.

Except for the bright-skinned people, almost no one knows.

Losing Ye Lingyue, he was domesticated with a sip of meditation, and found the inscription and cracking method of undead ruins in the meditation.

But if you want to completely resolve the undead, you must have at least one undead.

Ye Lingyue's body is no longer there, and there is no way to die. But she does have a way to help the Confucius.

Ye Lingyue began treatment immediately.

She used God's thoughts to pass some unremarkable treatments on the uncle of the Confucius.

The pattern was cut off and the power was greatly reduced. As a result, the injury of the president was also effectively controlled.

The edema on his head quickly faded. The president took the medicinal herbs and had a certain effect.

"Ming Yue, you are so good, I have invited so many doctors, all of them are helpless. When you shoot, you will have an effect immediately."

Xi Yan met, very emotional.

"She is not Ye Lingyue."

The president of the consonant took the remedy, and the spirit was much better, but he looked at Ye Lingyue's eyes and did not ease it.

This kind of thing, such as Master Ye Min, has not been involved.

Ye Lingyue shot, but it is even more clear that she is not Ye Lingyue.

"I am Ye Lingyue, but after Ye Min, I am Ye Lingyue of the ninety-nine."

Ye Lingyue also knows that the paper can't hold the fire. Since the president of the consonant has already seen it, she simply tells the truth.

"Ye Lingyue of the ninety-nine places? What is this? The mortal of the ninety-nine places, how come to the Chu House?"

Xi Yan listened, and the face was incredible.

"A hundred years ago, a place in the ninety-nine places flew to the new Tianyu, and the Emperor of the Light fell to the ninety-nine places. Without guessing, you should be the person of the new Tianyu. Can you crack the undead, is it... The death of the emperor, is it related to you?"

The president of the consonant vaguely guessed the identity of Ye Lingyue.

At that time, the Guangming collar collapsed and the new Tianyu was produced.

It is reasonable to say that there will be new emperors, but the new emperor will not appear.

This is also something that no one else in the other 32 places can understand.

Another point is that people in the 32nd place have never known, how did the Emperor Guangming die?

Who killed the Emperor of Light?

The light has a message of undead, and the other thirty-two places are also slightly heard.

"There is a certain relationship, but he is also self-sufficient, wanting to destroy the order and prevent the day from rising."

Ye Lingyue said lightly.

"So the Emperor of Light is really killing you?"

Xi Yan looked shocked.

"He colluded with Emperor Yang, but he was used by Emperor Yang, and eventually died in the trap of my Master. It is not my personal hand."

Ye Lingyue shrugged.