A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 402 Nianxi Pavilion 2
Although there are many things, they are not messy, and they seem to be in order.

When Xiao Muli was outside, he heard Lan Xizi and his disciples arranging the positions of everyone one by one. It was like a dog's leg, and it didn't look like a martial arts myth.

The more than 20 corpses brought in were all buried in high-quality nanmu coffins and placed in a corner of the hall. At first glance, they seemed quite elegant.

Xiao Muli didn't have the slightest research on Feng Shui, he only felt that Lan Xizi was showing off his knowledge.

However, now it seems that it is still somewhat useful, at least, the whole Nianxi Pavilion looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Everyone came to Nianxi Pavilion, and after checking the list one by one, Lan Xizi opened the restrictions placed outside Nianxi Pavilion one by one.

With these restrictions, outsiders can't get in, and people inside can't get out.

If the murderer is among them, then they dare not reveal their identities when there is no way out.

That said, here, they're safe.

After thinking about this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The whole night of fear and panic had already caused everyone to look tired. Now that they were safe, everyone had no intention of talking.

Lying on the soft couch, he soon fell asleep.

Xiao Muli was also exhausted, knowing that her life was not in danger for the time being, she lay on the comfortable soft couch and fell asleep in a daze.

Soon fell into a dream again.

The dream this time is peaceful and peaceful, with a kind of tranquility and happiness, which is really inconsistent with what happened just now. The dream is very clear, even the feeling of the breeze blowing on the face is very clear, as if it is real.

Xiao Mu sat on the ground, surrounded by a lush green grassland, with the breeze blowing, there was the smell of green grass. She was holding the parchment scroll that recorded the secret method of the blood oath, and was concentrating on studying it.

Beside her was a black withered leaf butterfly, flying around her non-stop. This butterfly was the only living thing in her dream.

Xu was tired from flying, and the withered leaf butterfly finally landed on the scroll, but after a while, it would move its position.

Xiao Muli was in a trance and had some delusions, why did he feel that the withered leaf butterfly was looking at the secret technique.

Moreover, she seemed to remember that the scroll that recorded the blood oath had been blasted into powder by her, so why is it still intact?
Xiao Muli was a little confused, staring at the withered leaf butterfly and began to observe carefully.

This strange butterfly, during this period of time, whenever she dreams, it will appear in her dreams.

It seems that he is very close to her.

This is really strange, unlike a naturally formed dream, but the butterfly didn't have any malice towards her, instead, it helped her when the soul was fascinated.

Everything has a cause and effect, so what is the cause of this butterfly?

Looking at it, Xiao Muli suddenly felt that this butterfly was very familiar and seemed to be very important to her.

It's just that, after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't find any clues.

At this time, the withered leaf butterfly just finished studying the secret art of the blood oath from beginning to end, and unexpectedly raised her head to smile at Xiao Muli, and then disappeared.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in Xiao Mu's centrifuge, how could a butterfly laugh?

But how could she feel that it was smiling just now?
Xiao Muli was completely confused...

At this moment, Xiao Muli suddenly felt a pain in his arm, and was about to cry out in pain, but his mouth was covered.

Xiao Muli was shocked and immediately woke up from the dream.

Just as she was about to quietly kick the bastard who dared to cover her mouth, she heard Lan Xizi's voice next to her ear: "It's me, keep quiet, and I'll let you go!"

(End of this chapter)