The cold wind, filled with the smell of dampness, rot, and the vicissitudes of time, filled the long corridor paved with copper bricks and blew out all the lighting candles.
It was completely plunged into a strange darkness. Yan Huanren, who was kneeling on the ground with his forehead resting on the copper brick, was surrounded by this weird darkness and weird cold wind.
He didn't dare to look up. You must not look up without permission, otherwise it will be rude and offensive to the ancestors.
Yan Huanren, who rested his forehead on the copper brick, could only rely on his feelings to judge what was happening in front of him.
He estimated that the stone door in front of him, which had not been opened for hundreds of years, should be open now!
Otherwise, why would the cold wind blow more and more fiercely? And the complex smell of moisture is getting stronger and stronger...
"Keng!——" Suddenly, a sound of gold and iron colliding suddenly sounded! It sounds like it's quite close.
It seemed to be not far in front of his head on the floor. This made Yan Huanren, who had been concentrating on sensing the movement ahead, suddenly startled.
Where did this sudden sound of gold and iron clashing come from?
"Could it be that my ancestor is already standing in front of me at this moment?" Thinking of this possibility, Yan Huanren became even more nervous and his heart started beating wildly.
He quickly knelt down more upright and waited quietly for his ancestor's instructions and orders.
"This knife is blessed by my soul." Sure enough! The voice of the middle-aged man who had said the word "wait" just now spoke again!
However, Yan Huanren, who was kneeling and obedient, was stunned when he heard this. He immediately realized that the source of the speech was not in front of him, but still within the stone door.
This means that the ancestor has not come out and is not standing in front of him as he thought...a knife?
What knife? ...The words inside the stone gate immediately reminded Yan Huanren that he had indeed heard the sound of gold and iron clashing just now.
Is there a knife in front of me? Confused, he raised his head. But in the field of vision, in the cold wind, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.
In a place like this, nothing should be visible clearly. However, of course, when Yan Huanren raised his head and looked directly in front of him, he immediately noticed that there was something inserted about four or five feet away from where he was kneeling.
The reason why I can see that thing clearly is because it is emitting a faint purple light in the darkness!
The light is very light and very restrained. So much so that if Yan Huanren didn't look up, he wouldn't even notice that there was such a weird thing right in front of him.
"Is this a knife?..." He tentatively touched it with his hand. To avoid being cut by the blade, touch it gently.
Soon, the skin on the fingers touched the gold and iron object. Knives indeed. It feels hard and cold, unique to metal.
Because Yan Huanren did not use any force and was very careful, his hand did not feel the sharpness of the knife.
So I got a little bolder and tried to pinch it with two fingers. With this pinch, I quickly felt that the angle I was touching seemed to be the position of the spine of the knife, but I couldn't be completely sure.
He simply stretched out his other hand. I plan to use both hands to explore at the same time. He tried his hand upwards along the spine of the knife, trying to grasp the handle of the knife.
However, the action was only half done. Another voice came from the darkness in front of Yan Huanren.
"Sooner or later you will be injured by this knife, so you don't have to be so cautious." The hoarse voice was flat and indifferent, without any emotion in it.
Yan Huanren was startled.
"Injured by... this knife?..." Obviously, he failed to understand the meaning of this sentence.
"Junior, I don't quite understand. Please ask the ancestors to clarify..." He just asked, and immediately stared into the darkness with all his concentration, waiting for a reply.
But this time, Yan Huanren didn't have to wait too long. The hoarse and indifferent voice soon came from the depths of darkness.
"This knife needs to be sacrificed with the blood of the descendants of the Yan family. Only after drinking the blood can the knife gain the power of my power." The voice echoed in the cold wind and lingered for a long time.
Yan Huanren swallowed when he heard this.
"Sacrifice it with blood?..." The dignified King Yan, who was pampered and pampered, had never been harmed in the slightest. He has lived for more than fifty years, and the skin on his hands has never been damaged... Even if the maid accidentally breaks a hair while combing his hair, he will be punished.
At this time, he was suddenly told by his ancestor that he needed to use his own blood to sacrifice the sword, so naturally he couldn't help but hesitate.
But soon, Yan Huanren gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Since it is the order of the ancestors, there must be no harm!
The sword blessed by the ancestor's spirit is an extremely precious treasure. To be able to gain the power of the ancestor's divine power is a great opportunity!
How can you hesitate because of fear of pain? It’s hard to get the gift from our ancestors, we must hold it firmly!
Swallowed. Yan Beichen put his hands on the belly of the knife and stopped groping for the handle. He opened his two palms, and then slowly grasped the knife's belly.
With a little force, the sharp blade was embedded into the skin of the index finger, middle finger and thumb of both hands without any hindrance.
"Hiss!..." The blade cut into the flesh, and Yan Huanren immediately felt the burning pain from the wound.
Immediately afterwards, a warm liquid overflowed from the gap between the fingers and flowed down the wrist.
He knew that it was his own blood. For the first time in his life, he felt pain and the taste of blood flowing out...it felt okay...not as uncomfortable as he imagined, and he could still bear it.
No longer caring about the pain, Yan Huanren pulled out his thoughts at this moment and silently stared at the knife in front of him, which was held by his blood-stained palm.
He wanted to see what would happen when the knife drank his own blood. He wanted to see what kind of divine power the sword blessed by the ancestor's soul would show!
One breath...two breaths...three breaths...five breaths passed. Yan Huanren stared at the knife in his hand.
Within five breaths, apart from seeing the knife still emitting a dim purple light in the darkness, nothing special happened to him.
"What's going on?... Why hasn't there been any change... Could it be that the blood the knife drank wasn't enough?" Yan Huanren continued to stare at the knife in the darkness with doubts.
Until the eighth breath. He finally felt something abnormal! The purple light on the knife began to flicker. Flashing, flashing with the rhythm of the heartbeat.
Then, in the deepest part of his consciousness, he suddenly felt a very strange feeling. He and this knife actually formed a whole!
The sword is Yan Huanren, and Yan Huanren is the sword. Immediately afterwards, he felt a huge power appear in his body out of thin air!
This huge power gave Yan Huanren a fighting spirit and courage that could break new ground and turn the world upside down.
It's like a dream. Thoughts that had never appeared in my mind before were now rolling around in my mind!
At this moment, Yan Huanren held the knife and slowly stood up from his knees. A majestic breath burst out from his body.
In the darkness, purple light emitted from his eyes... Yan Huanren lowered his eyes and stared at the sword in his hand. A strange smile appeared on that face full of fighting spirit.
After a long time, he murmured to himself:
"This feeling!...It's so good!!"
