Perhaps it was because Ye Qingyu spoke, which brought a gust of wind, and the mandarin duck brocade handkerchief covering the mysterious white-haired man's face moved slightly, raising a corner.

Because of this, Ye Qingyu vaguely saw the mysterious white-haired man's facial appearance.

At this moment, his mind was shocked.

"mother?"

Ye Qingyu couldn't help but exclaim.

He was almost fainted as if he was subjected to thunder.

What did he see?

The face under the mandarin duck brocade handkerchief was almost exactly the same as his mother who had been dead for many years. At the moment when the brocade handkerchief was slightly raised, Ye Qingyu really thought that he saw his mother, not only her appearance, but even the mole on the corner of her mouth, but also her expression and temperament, almost exactly the same as when her mother was sleeping soundly back then.

How is this possible?

Ye Qingyu seemed to have seen a ghost.

My mother was buried with her own eyes, and later her mother's sarcophagus was buried in the water in accordance with the will. How could it appear here?

Almost at such a stunned moment, a faint light flashed by.

The white hair figure, which was lying on the white jade bed, was suspected to be her mother, suddenly shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally shiny muscles and skin suddenly collapsed like dry sand sculptures, and the color became dim, and eventually turned into pieces of blue gray...

The whole process was extremely strange.

The mysterious white-haired man seemed to suddenly melt into the air, leaving only a pile of faint blue gray.

When Ye Qingyu reacted, everything was settled.

He rushed over in shock and grabbed the mandarin duck brocade handkerchief that fell to the bed. He could no longer stop all this from happening. He watched the mysterious man who looked very much like his mother, turned into ashes and could no longer confirm anything.

What the hell is going on?

Why does this white-haired man suddenly turn into ashes when he lies well on the white jade bed?

What is certain is that this mysterious white-haired man passed away a long time ago. Perhaps because of some reason, the body was well preserved, and because of Ye Qingyu's arrival, some changes occurred in this stone chamber, so it eventually turned into a pool of blue gray.

But why is she so similar to her mother?

One by one, one thought and questioning, in Ye Qingyu's mind, it exploded like a firecracker, and it was impossible to curb. Ye Qingyu felt that what he saw and heard today was extremely strange, and he could not understand it with normal logic.

"Maybe this mysterious white-haired man is just a little similar to his mother, or from a certain perspective, very similar to his mother. There is no relationship between the two..." Ye Qingyu could only convince himself in this way.

There are not two people in the world with similar appearances.

But that mole...the location is exactly the same!

Ye Qingyu was still unable to completely convince himself.

He looked down at the mandarin duck brocade handkerchief in his hand.

Um?

He suddenly discovered that the front of the brocade handkerchief was egrets and mandarin ducks, but the back was embroidered with a poem in extremely beautiful handwriting.

"The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, the crows are lingering again, and when will they meet each other, it is difficult to be in love at this night... Entering my lovesickness door, I know that my lovesickness is bitter, I miss you forever, and I remember you forever, and I have been short and endless. If I had known this, I would have been so heartbroken, so how could I not know each other at the beginning?"

Ye Qingyu read it word by word and felt the deep sadness and resentment between the lines.

If I had known this, how could I not know each other before?

What kind of mood is this? When you see someone, you will miss your life. The road of love is bumpy and you will have no hope at the end. It is better to have never known you at the beginning... This is a great regret in life, the face of a mysterious white-haired person, Ye Qingyu just glanced at the moment when the brocade chef floated up. It was the appearance of an extremely young woman, without any oldness or wrinkles, her long hair was as white as the snow. Maybe it was because she was trapped in love during her lifetime?

This song makes Ye Qingyu think a lot.

He had been trapped in a very strange negative emotion for a long time.

The poem seemed to have a kind of magic power, which made Ye Qingyu feel infinite melancholy in his heart.

He waited until a cup of tea before he slowly woke up.

I looked down and looked carefully at the white jade bed. I found that the bed was also made of strange stalactites. The bed surface was as smooth as a mirror, which could reflect light and covered with the faint blue ashes, which seemed even more mysterious. But in addition, there were no rune patterns or formations.

However, at the top of the stone bed, it should be where the mysterious white-haired man pillowed on his head before. Ye Qingyu discovered an extremely rough stone carving of four-leaf clover. The pattern is simple and the lines are smooth, just like a grass growing in a saline-alkali land, lifelike.

In addition, there is no abnormality on the stone bed.

Ye Qingyu kept the four-leaf clover pattern in his heart, silently remembered it, and then began to observe other parts of the stone chamber.

A new discovery soon came.

After hanging the ancient screen wall of the portrait of the faceless flying fairy hanging in the stone room, a small stone door is actually hidden.

Behind the stone gate, there is another cave heaven.

Ye Qingyu entered along the small stone gate with a cat waist.

"This is...it looks like a storage room, just a little messy."

Behind the small stone door is a small stone chamber of less than ten square meters. The light is slightly dim and there are many debris inside, including ceramic jars, semi-corrosive wooden buckets, several things similar to bamboo poles, and a plate of ropes with a faint silver light, several half-locked wooden boxes, and on the deepest wall, several fish-carrying utensils hanging on a silver rope.

Ye Qingyu glanced roughly and was a little disappointed.

It was not a martial arts secret book or something like genius treasure, which made him feel indifferent immediately.

"This should be the place where the mysterious white-haired man stored miscellaneous items before his life. Unfortunately, there were no storage space equipment or other things found in this person's ashes, and there were no signs in his hand. It was impossible to know who this person was..."

Ye Qingyu talked to himself.

He casually uncovered the broken grass lid on a vulgar clay pot.

Wow!

A silver light burst out from the mouth of the pot instantly.

Ye Qingyu was instinctively shocked, but there was no danger. When he looked carefully, a pure and powerful wave of energy surged out of the pottery jar. When he came to the mouth of the pottery jar, Ye Qingyu's heart couldn't help but jump up wildly.

"It turned out to be a whole can of god-level essence liquid? No, this..."

For a moment, Ye Qingyu was a little unbelievable about what he saw.

The entire can of god-level primordial liquid is probably not like this in the entire Tianhuang Realm Snow Country. You have to know that a hundred kilograms of god-level source crystal can purify ten kilograms of god-level primordial liquid. Judging from the size of the can in front of you, the god-level primordial liquid contained in it is probably at least one hundred kilograms.

This is equivalent to a god-level source crystal of about ten thousand pounds.

Ye Qingyu instantly felt dizzy.

It was like a little white rabbit accidentally broke into a cellar full of Carrot Mountain, and there was an illusion that it was knocked out by the rain of radish falling from the sky.

His breathing gradually became rapid.

Ye Qingyu's eyes fell on the other three ceramic jars of similar shapes next to him.

Holding your breath, slowly uncovering the broken grass lids on these three porcelain jars.

Wow.

The pure and flawless silver light scattered and overflowed.

The originally dimly lit small stone chamber was suddenly filled with a dreamy silver color, which made people fascinated, as if they were in the most perfect dream in the world.

The other three ceramic jars are indeed filled with god-level essence liquid.

Unlike the divine-level source crystal, the divine-level Yuan Liquid is extracted from the source crystal, and is the most essence and purest power between heaven and earth. The energy of heaven and earth contained in a drop is enough to make an ordinary person become a powerful person who flies to the sky and escapes the earth in an instant. According to all the ancient books and classics that Ye Qingyu has read, a pound of divine-level Yuan Liquid is enough to match the hard work of a martial arts master who is in the heaven realm for one hundred years.

In some ancient books that Ye Qingyu has read, it is recorded that the divine level Yuan Liquid is too scarce, and it is dedicated to the masters of the realm, the masters of martial arts, the powerful masters of the extreme Taoism, the prosperous dynasty and other peak existences that have shocked the ages. It is one of the exclusive items of the strongest people in various periods in the long river of history.

As the largest force in the Tianhuang Realm, Snow Country ruled the most prosperous and prosperous areas, but I have never heard of the Snow Country royal family enjoying the god-level Yuan Liquid.

As one of the largest sect forces in the Qing Jiang Realm, Taiyi Sect may not have such treasures.

Ye Qingyu thought that this kind of thing only exists in legends, so how could he have thought that today he would suddenly, accidentally, find so many god-level liquids in such a vulgar ceramic jar in such a stone chamber like a vain.

He couldn't believe it, and he observed it carefully again and again, even dipped his finger a little, and finally confirmed that it was indeed nothing in the god-level essence liquid.

"This... using such a ceramic can to store the god-level essence liquid is simply a waste of resources... Huh? No, ancient books record that the god-level essence liquid is definitely not something that ordinary people can hold. Could it be that this ceramic can be a treasure? And the broken grass lid covering these four cans is also a divine object?"

Ye Qingyu suddenly realized something.

His heart began to beat violently.

Shaking his head fiercely, Ye Qingyu tried hard to make himself more awake.

His eyes passed over four ceramic jars filled with divine level liquid and looked at some other things inside the small stone chamber.

Ye Qingyu had realized that the things in this small stone chamber were definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

The seemingly vulgar ceramic jar contains the god-level source crystal, so what kind of treasures will be in those half-locked boxes? There are also the silver rope, the salted fish-like things hanging on the rope in the distance... Oh my God, what are these things from?

Ye Qingyu felt that this time, he might really be lucky.

What kind of utility room is this? It is clearly a treasure room.
Chapter completed!