The lying skeleton was wearing a wide robe with long sleeves. The big sleeves placed on the desk covered half of the desk, and Ningxia could not see if there was anything inside.
She just guessed that the clues might be here based on this routine, but she didn't hold out much hope. If it was so easy to find the exit, it would still be called a secret room... Huh? !
There is really something hidden! Ning Xia summoned up the courage to twist open the old clothes little by little, revealing a corner of the things underneath. If the naked skull were ignored, Ningxia might be in a happier mood.
This jade slip seems to be a very important thing. It must be something that the deceased was extremely persistent in protecting it in this posture until his death. Although he showed such disrespect to his seniors and obeyed authority in emergencies, Ningxia had always cherished his life.
She deceived herself and tried her best to ignore the thing that seemed sinister in the current environment, and stretched out her hand to touch the jade slip not far away.
Now Ning, the little fool, has learned the lesson from last time and doesn't dare to read it directly. Who knows if there is a plug-in or something like the consciousness of the little sister hidden in it.
For the protagonist, such an existence saves the day from danger and helps them reach the top of their lives. But Su, she, a guy who accidentally entered the world of cultivation, couldn't afford to gamble.
She could only hope that the jade slip was engraved and not infused with divine consciousness. Ning Xia took a deep breath, her little heart pounding. Success or failure depended on this. Is it a failure...or a new clue?
"He, he..." Ning Xiaoxia's heart was caught and she felt that her breathing was not smooth. When she saw the end, she suddenly woke up and shuddered.
A way to survive, I am really grateful to this senior for pointing out a way to survive for such an unlucky person like her. At this time, she didn't care about being afraid of those long-dead seniors and moved the bones lying on the table.
Sure enough, there was a small carved wooden box as he said. Ningxia almost hugged the delicate small box and broke it open. There was a strange-shaped talisman placed in the box. It was neither gold nor jade. It was dark and looked particularly mysterious.
She reached out and groped at the bottom of the desk again, not even worrying about accidentally touching a corpse, and focused on finding what she was looking for.
When she found it, she touched a sunken position, and finally felt a big stone fall in her heart. It seemed like she didn't have to die in this invisible place.
Before leaving this place, Ningxia had to solve one thing first. She cast her sights on the three skeletons. There is no need to trace what love, hate, and hatred happened here, and there is no need for her to know.
But this senior made a request. Although it was a bit troublesome, she was willing to try her best to fulfill the other party's wish. After all, this was the last wish of her savior.
Because of the previous psychological foreshadowing, she was not so scared now. She tried to turn over the black-clad skeleton that was suspected to be an assassin with a calm mind. During this process, the white skeleton inside the clothes made a "shuzzy" sound as it moved, which made it look particularly eye-catching.
The exquisitely crafted sword hilt was stuck in the ribs on the back of the skeleton, and it was easy to pull it out. Ning Xia held the sword in front of her eyes and observed it curiously.
The rust that had previously been caused by blood residue adhering to the sword fell off during the movement. Miraculously, the resurfaced blade looked as good as new. It was obvious that it was a good sword. Ningxia was a little envious of it, but she didn't covet it in the slightest.
Before she died, this senior remembered to leave a rumor, hoping that someone destined to deliver the sword to that person would be of great significance to her. The deceased is great, and Ningxia has accepted her kindness. This must be done.
It is impossible to send it to the Xuantian Sword Sect in Middle-earth immediately. The heroine and she are currently working on a dungeon in the southeastern border. However, she accepted the task.
Ningxia wrapped the sword with a strip of cloth, threw it into the small black box, and waited for the moment it was delivered to the destined person.
One last thing before leaving the secret room.
