As if what just happened was his illusion.
"Gulp"
Fu Changsheng was a bit nervous.
Because there was no lake in sight at all.
He gritted his teeth.
Fu Changsheng swiftly drew a Sword Point across his eyes, activating the Ming and Qing Spiritual Eyes. When he opened his eyes again, a faint white light appeared.
At this moment.
The tombs in front of him trembled slightly.
Then, they dissipated like ripples in water.
Immediately after.
A pitch-black Lake of Ten Thousand Ghosts appeared before his eyes.
In the lake.
A singsong voice was heard:
"I ride an oiled carriage, my lover rides a bay horse, where shall we pledge our hearts? Beneath the pines and cypresses of West Ling...grass like a cushion, pine like a canopy. The wind as our gown, water as our girdle. The oiled carriage, waiting for the evening..."
Accompanied by the chant.
Immediately after.
A lantern emitting a cyan light slowly rose.
