Di Mingjue's eyes swept across the entire second floor, when it landed somewhere on the southeast side.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

I saw a person lying on the big bed with unique shapes and elegant colors.

A man.

It is clear that my spiritual sense just now swept through every corner of the yard and did not feel any breath of life.

Then there is only one possibility.

This is not a living person.

Thinking of this in my heart, my nerves became tense all over my body.

An extreme feeling of anxiety and oppression silently climbed up to my heart.

Di Mingjue walked towards the bed step by step.

After getting closer, he saw the face of the sleeping man clearly.

It was exactly the same as the man in the painting at the corner of the stairs.

So, is he the owner of this weird house?

Di Mingjue frowned slightly, his fingertips moved slightly, and Jiuyou Hongmengyan flew out of his palm and quickly wrapped around the man on the bed.

Even though everything predicts that this is a dead person.

But Di Mingjue intuition that this person is very dangerous, even more dangerous than Di Beixuan.

After Jiuyou Hongmengyan completely trapped the man, Di Mingjue stepped forward to check the "corpse".

Cold, stiff, but it is indeed the touch of human skin.

This is a corpse, but it is more like a corpse that has just died not long ago.

Who is this person?

Di Mingjue was about to waving.

Unpredictable, the man's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of cold and icy blue eyes that had almost no emotion.

Even with Di Mingjue's cold and indifferentness, his heart suddenly beat violently when he saw this scene.

A low and nice sound came from my ears, but cold and unrolled voice.

"Are you the only child in Di Beixuan's mouth who can control the [Tongshen Order]?"

The man sat up slowly.

The [Jiuyou Hongmengyan], which was originally bound to him, seemed to have encountered some terrifying nemesis.

He shook violently, then flew back into Di Mingjue's body with a whoosh.

Di Mingjue frowned and looked at the man on the bed again.

Every move of his movement was very stiff, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face, and he looked like a puppet.

The ice-blue eyes slowly turned and fell on Di Mingjue's face, and then he slowly said: "I have been waiting for you here for a long time."

Di Mingjue came back from the shock just now and his expression returned to his coldness and calmness.

He casually found the chair beside Zhang and sat down.

The chair is also very strange, spacious and soft, and when you sit down, you feel like you will be trapped inside.

"This is called a sofa." He heard the man on the bed and said lightly, "It was Liu Yin's own hands."

When talking about the word "living sound", the coldness in the man's eyes seemed to melt a little and turned into softness.

But it seemed as if in just a moment, it disappeared without a trace.

Di Mingjue looked at him, "Who are you?"

The man got up from the bed and sat opposite Di Mingjue.

Although she sat casually, had a handsome appearance, and was unparalleled, she felt a sense of rigidity and silence.

"My surname is Mo." The man said slowly, "I am Mo Qingshan. Emperor Jiyu, I think you should be familiar with this name, right?"

Although he had already guessed in his heart, when he heard the three words "Mo Qingshan", Di Mingjue's pupils could not help but shrink.

Yes, how could he not know who Mo Qingshan is?

Ten thousand years ago, the extreme realm, the Nether Realm and the Demon Realm were still in three directions.
Chapter completed!