Late at night, Fang Gan, who was lying down with his clothes on, was woken up by a bone-piercing chill. In an instant, he felt a chill on his back, as if a wild beast was staring at him.
He sat up with a swoosh and looked at the door. What entered his eyes was a pair of gray-white eyes that looked like dead fish eyes.
The door had been pushed open a crack at some point, and that pair of eyes was staring at him through the crack without blinking.
Cold and merciless!
It was as if the gaze from hell was staring at him. The moment Fang Gan met those eyes, all the hair on his body stood on end, his skin tensed up, and goosebumps appeared on his arms.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Fang Gan lifted the blanket and rushed out of bed like a cheetah. He ran to the door, kicked it open, and rushed out.
Strange, silent!
This was how Fang Gan felt.
The huge Wang Residence was completely plunged into darkness. Everything was silent. The night rolled in like a wave, easily swallowing the Wang Family.
"Over there!"
Fang Gan looked around and saw the eyes hovering in the air. The other party was still staring at him.
Activating the mana in his body, a whirlwind seemed to rise under his feet as Fang Gan quickly chased after the eye.
This chase lasted for more than an hour!
Under the moonlight, a pair of eyes were flying in the air. A youth was chasing closely behind. If anyone saw this scene, they would probably be scared out of their minds.
After leaving Yunquan Town and walking less than 20 miles to the west, the eye stopped and slowly disappeared into the night.
"Hmm? It's gone!"
Fang Gan frowned and looked around." It brought me here on purpose, but what's different about this place?”
After walking up the mountain path for about fifteen minutes, they saw a square-shaped temple. The temple was not big, about a hundred square meters, and it was located halfway up the mountain.
Outside the temple was a staircase made of bluestone, with pine trees planted on both sides. Fang Gan looked up as he walked up the stairs.
"Peace Temple!"
Frowning, he searched his mind with all his might, but he did not have any impression of it. That should not be the true god conferred by the underworld!
"Evil God? Or Yin God?"
There was a three-meter-tall gold-plated statue of a woman in the temple. The woman was wearing a royal robe and looked very dignified.
A three-legged bronze cauldron was placed in front of the statue. It was about half the height of a person and was filled with burning bamboo incense.
The aura coming from the statue was just and upright, without a trace of evil.
He took out three bamboo incense sticks and lit them. He bowed to the statue and inserted them into the bronze cauldron beside him.
"May I know why Empress Anping went through so much trouble to lure me here?”
A breeze blew past, and the three bamboo incense sticks in front of him burned at a visible speed. The rising smoke was absorbed by the statue, and a hazy yellow light appeared.
........
Hiss!
Fang Gan gasped.
At some point, a young girl in her twenties had appeared on the left side. She had willow-shaped eyebrows and a heroic aura. From her appearance, she was no different from the statue in front of her.
The young lady turned around and looked at Fang Gan. Her eyes were filled with reminiscence. Her slightly furrowed willow-like eyebrows emitted a powerful aura that silenced the surrounding area.
"Mao Mountain's twenty-sixth generation direct disciple Fang Gan greets Empress Anping!”
Fang Gan clenched his fists and bowed slightly.
The moment Fang Gan saw the girl, he knew that she was not an evil god but a god! It was estimated that he was at least a True Human Realm expert, or even an Earth Immortal.
Thinking of this, Fang Gan's forehead began to sweat. This kind of existence was not something that the current Mao Mountain could fight against.
Since Liu Bowen of Ming Dynasty cut off the bridge between heaven and earth, the connection between heaven and earth was lost. The cultivators of the mortal world could no longer ascend to heaven. The thin spiritual energy could not support the existence of the cultivators of the Earth Immortal Realm.
Therefore, the Patriarchs of the various sects chose to seal their corporeal bodies and enter the underworld with their divine souls, quietly waiting for the opportunity for the great change in the world.
At present, there were only four or five True Human Realm Grandmasters in the Mao Mountain, excluding the elders in the Nether World. They would not appear unless it was a critical moment of survival.
"Are you nervous?"
The girl's voice was very ethereal, but Fang Gan did not dare to have any strange thoughts. This kind of Yin God had lived for at least a thousand years and looked very young.
"No!" Fang Gan forcefully suppressed the nervousness in his heart." May I know why Empress Anping summoned me?”
The girl did not say anything. Instead, she turned around and approached Fang Gan step by step, looking down at him.
"You really look like a person!"
After saying this out of nowhere, he took a few steps back.
"Phew!"
Fang Gan exhaled lightly and couldn't help but think," Hmm? Like who?"
However, he did not have the guts to ask the other party. Who knew if this old thing had a temperamental personality? What if he accidentally said something that offended the other party?
Then his little life was not enough for the other party to kill!
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。