Yang Yu's face was uncertain, but he finally turned around and went back.

I've been away for a month. I'm afraid my mother-in-law has been worried for a long time, right?

…

The old monkey squeaked and closed the door, then scratched the door that was closed by Wei He in dissatisfaction.

A dark and lightless room.

Wei He walked slowly and walked to the case where the Ghost Head Sword was placed. He raised his hand and opened the hidden compartment on the wall in front of him.

This secret compartment is still covered in dust and is airtight. It seems to be sealed with a special potion, without even the slightest trace of decay.

In the hidden compartment, there is a silver-white shirt hanging.

The silver shirt seemed to be woven with silver thread, and the background color was that of an unknown beast with wings similar to a dragon's head, a fish's body.

Wei He looked dull.

After staring for a long time, he raised his hand and closed the secret compartment.

"Just such a shabby piece of clothing will cost me four generations of dormancy and more than a hundred years..."
Chapter completed!