Fantasy: After ten thousand years of reading, I became an emperor

Jiang Beixuan lit all the candles in front of him in turn, and then Jiang Beixuan found a switch on the candle. Although there was no written explanation, Jiang Beixuan's intuition told him that the switch must be related to these candles.

Jiang Beixuan slowly turned the switch, and then heard the sound of chains, and then several more crisp sounds. A magical scene appeared in front of Jiang Beixuan.

I saw the candles in the palace being lit one after another, and soon the dark palace disappeared and was replaced by a brightly lit palace.

When the lights turned on, Jiang Beixuan instantly understood that the switch just now was the switch of the mechanism. The person who built the palace specially designed this switch just to light up the palace quickly.

Now Jiang Beixuan had a clear view of the entire palace. When Jiang Beixuan turned his eyes to the throne of the palace, he was surprised to find an old man sitting cross-legged on the throne.

Jiang Beixuan jumped instantly when he saw it, but he quickly realized that the old man seemed to have been dead for a long time and had no life left at all.

Jiang Beixuan boldly stepped forward and slowly took a clear look at the old man's attire.

The old man was seen wearing a red cassock and a golden demon-conquering pestle was placed beside him. The few ring scars remaining on his bald head were particularly conspicuous.

Judging from the old man's clothes and the scar on his head, the old man should have been a monk during his lifetime, but for some reason he appeared in this palace.

"Did this monk build this palace?"

Jiang Beixuan said to himself.

He was the only living person in this palace, so naturally he didn't expect anyone to answer his question, but just after Jiang Beixuan finished speaking, a strange sigh came from his ears.

This sigh Although it was very weak, it made the hairs on Jiang Beixuan's back stand up instantly. Jiang Beixuan quickly found a wall, pressed his back tightly against the wall, and stared around nervously, looking for the source of the sigh. , and finally slowly locked onto the old man’s body in front of him.

"Who is sighing? Jiang Beixuan, I accidentally broke into this palace. If I offend you, I hope you don't mind. I will leave now."

Jiang Beixuan looked around vigilantly and said tentatively.

Because the palace was too empty, Jiang Beixuan's voice had some echoes, which sounded particularly weird in such an environment.

"My little friend, don’t be afraid. I am the monk in front of you. I called you here this time to tell you something."

The weird voice sounded again, but this time he directly identified himself. Jiang Beixuan instantly locked onto the old man's body sitting cross-legged.

Recalling that the direction of the sound just now seemed to be the direction of the old man's body, he took a moment He let down some of his vigilance, but not completely, and then asked vigilantly

"So it was you who was calling me? No wonder since I entered this secret realm, I have felt that something has been attracting me in this direction, but we don’t know each other, right?"

Jiang Beixuan looked at the old man's corpse in front of him. He must have been here for some years.