A bright light suddenly emitted from the inner cave, passed through the thick stone wall, and fell on the wall of the outer cave.

The light projected on the wall, and then gathered into a figure. He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, with long hair hanging loose. He seemed to be crazy about beauties in a trance, and his temperament was cold and pure.

Everyone was stunned.

"Where did this projection come from?" someone asked in panic.

At this time, the temperature in the cave dropped suddenly, and Zheng Ling saw many people being frozen in ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some keen people discovered something was wrong and ran away quickly.

"Ah, there is a ghost."

But the outer cave was suddenly blocked.

The light and shadow on the wall slowly became three-dimensional, and the young man in brocade robe suddenly walked down from the wall.

He is so handsome and refined that he can be compared to others like jade, and he is an unparalleled prince in the world.

Everyone in the cave was stunned.

At this time, a few lines of Sanskrit on the wall suddenly showed blood. Zheng Ling saw the Sanskrit and for some reason understood its meaning at once.

There is evil in this tomb, please stay away from it.

If you see evil spirits, your eyes will go blind.

Hearing his voice made my ears deaf.

...

Zheng Ling was so frightened that her face was ashen.

At this time, the people in the cave began to behave strangely. Some people's eyes began to bleed, and some people's ears began to be pierced.

Zheng Ling huddled in the corner, staring blankly at this scene.

But the leader seemed unaffected.

He was not afraid at all. He also said to others: "Don't be afraid. This cemetery is just filled with a lot of hallucinogenic substances. As long as you have fear, your body will be eroded by the special poisonous gas. When the time comes, you will

Everyone will have many inexplicable fantasies."

Hearing this, Zheng Ling was a little confused.

Could it be that the dream she had earlier was also a fantasy?

It's so bizarre after all.

At this moment, the light and shadow suddenly floated in front of Zheng Ling. Zheng Ling heard the low, affectionate voice of the young man in the dream.

"Mother."

Zheng Ling covered her ears and cursed in her heart: "I can no longer be controlled by the poisonous gas, and I can no longer think wildly. These are all illusions."

But the young man's voice sounded gentle: "Mom, don't be afraid. The child will not hurt you. I have been waiting for you for so long, and you are finally here.

Mother, I miss you so much."

The young man's voice was filled with the torment of longing.

Zheng Ling slowly took away the hand covering her ears, and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the young man squatting in front of her, she reached out to touch the young man's cheek.

But what my hand touched was a wisp of void.

The young man said: "Mother, the child is still just a wisp of soul."

Zheng Ling asked tremblingly: "How can I revive you?"

"Mother, if you introduce Han Bao's soul into my body, the child will be resurrected. But it is me who is resurrected, but not your favorite Han Bao. Are you willing?"

Zheng Ling's heart trembled suddenly, "Han Bao can't come back?"

She was devastated by this fact.

The young man said: "Mother, Hanbao is just a clone of me. After his soul returns to my body, it can be resurrected through the corpse. But it is me who returned thousands of years ago, not Hanbao. Mother, do you still want it?"

"

Zheng Ling thought of the boy in the dream and his tragic and beautiful fate.

He was a very kind and affectionate young man, but Zheng Ling wisely realized that the young man in the cemetery was by no means the complete him.

As he said, if he comes back, he won't be a cold treasure.


Chapter completed!