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Chapter 1948 Perfect Woman and Mysterious Creature(1/2)

Previously, Ye Fan thought that these lamps were fixed on the wall, and the bottom was connected to the wall, and there was a large amount of lamp oil stored in the wall for them to burn.

However, after the lamp was knocked over, Ye Fan was surprised to find that there was no connection and the lamp was placed directly there.

But, how could these lamps keep burning after such a long time?

The lamp oil in the lamp can probably burn for one day, which is the limit.

In other words, there is always something here that is adding lamp oil to these oil lamps!

Thinking of this, Ye Fan's hair stood up all over his body.

The originally relaxed mood suddenly became alert.

He was no longer in the mood to look at the collections in these rooms, but instead scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

The whole person's spirit was instantly raised to the extreme.

There is someone here!

But, who could it be?

Could it be that the ancestors of the Indian country did not die, but have always lived here.

This is definitely not good news for Ye Fan.

Although he only had brief contact with the so-called ancestor of India, Ye Fan could feel that the other party's strength was superior to his.

Moreover, don't forget, what Ye Fan encountered before was just the soul projection of the ancestors of the Indian country.

The strength of the main body is undoubtedly stronger.

Although Ye Fan is arrogant, he also has a reputation for being self-aware.

He couldn't even compete with the opponent's soul shadow.

Once you encounter the true body, you will definitely die.

But, how could it be?

The ancestors of India must have been hundreds of years ago.

How could such a person be still alive?

Could it be that he really became a god?

Ye Fan suddenly felt that there were some cracks in his worldview.

He believes that there are immortals in this world.

However, he is not sure whether anyone on earth has really ascended to immortality.

Therefore, in Ye Fan's perception, things about immortals, gods and ghosts are only treated as legends.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Ye Fan feels that even if a person reaches the pinnacle of martial arts, or even enters the realm of gods, his lifespan will still be exhausted.

These days, strong men over a hundred years old are extremely rare.

More than two hundred years old, Ye Fan has never seen him before.

Therefore, if the ancestors of India were still alive, Ye Fan's world view would undoubtedly be overturned.

He could no longer imagine what kind of existence a person who could live for hundreds of years or nearly a thousand years would be like?

thump...

In the quiet cave, no sound could be heard.

Time and space seem to be static here.

There was only the sound of Ye Fan's heart beating, thinking quietly.

The ancient gatehouse is tightly closed, and the thick dust reveals the vicissitudes of time.

Those lamps that brought warmth to Ye Fan before, now fell into Ye Fan's eyes, and they were a little scary.

Ta...ta...ta

Sudden!

There was a sound coming from the quiet cave.

The clicking sound was like a horse's hooves hitting the ground.

The sound is not loud, but extremely crisp.

Especially in this closed and quiet space, it is even more loud and clear.

Ye Fan turned his head suddenly, and his eyes extended along the passage to the end of the front.

The sound came from there.

Would you like to go over and have a look?

A choice appeared in front of Ye Fan.

A seemingly simple choice may very well be a matter of life or death.

Once he passes by and finds out that the ancestor of the Indian country is sitting there, Ye Fan will basically die.

But if you don’t go there, will you just stay here and die of old age holding this pile of treasures?

"Made!"

"Death early, rebirth early, immortality for thousands of years!"

"go!"

Ye Fan gritted his teeth, and a look of fierceness appeared on his pretty face.

Then... he carefully walked towards the sound.

....

"Da da..."

As we got closer, the sound became clearer and clearer.

However, Ye Fan's brows undoubtedly furrowed deeper.

Because, he still didn't feel the existence of any life.

There are undoubtedly two reasons for this situation.

The first is that there is no life ahead.

The second is that the opponent is so powerful that his breath is compatible with heaven and earth, so that Ye Fan's soul power cannot be sensed at all.

If it's the former, that's fine.

If it is the latter, Ye Fan's next situation will undoubtedly be extremely dangerous.

But even so, Ye Fan still took the risk and walked forward.

Finally, the passage came to an end.

The space suddenly opened up.

The light here is no longer the dim color before, but is brighter.

The crisp clicking sound kept echoing here.

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, but finally stepped in.

.......

This is a spacious cave space.

No...it should be said to be a house.

The first thing you see is a wooden sofa covered with soft and warm fur.

In front of the sofa is a desk with a few books and a bouquet of light yellow flowers in a flower pot.

The ancient bronze lamp beside the table swayed with lonely light.

There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the stone wall behind the sofa.

Perhaps due to the passage of time, the colors above have faded somewhat, but the author's superb painting skills can still be seen in the patterns.

If this type of work were alive today, it would definitely be a national treasure-level work of art.

This was the first scene Ye Fan saw. Whether it was calligraphy, painting or books, it gave him a feeling of literature and loneliness.

He continued walking inside and soon saw a huge bed in the center of the room.

Covered with soft fur.

But the material of the stone bed under the fur was unknown, and it actually had a slight green light.

It's like sunlight reflected by crystal.

Of course, this did not surprise Ye Fan.

What shocked Ye Fan the most was that there was a person lying on the funeral bed.
To be continued...
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