"Who are you?"

The voice was staccato and staccafra, mixed with weakness, powerlessness and even a sense of despair.

"Who the hell are you!"

Wang Tofu repeated again, only to see him struggle to get up from the ground again, and he was already seriously injured and even weaker after vomiting just now.

But he did not choose to retreat, but after a moment of silence, he chose to follow the light step by step.

"Come on......"

As he got closer, the voice became clearer and clearer, and it seemed to have some kind of attraction, but Wang Tofu's heart became more and more nervous, when he finally saw the light source in front of him clearly.

He was stunned, it turned out to be three candles, three candles coated with golden powder.

The three candles are placed on a lamp with three candle holders, which in turn rests on a stone platform.

In front of the stone platform, a rickety figure was kneeling with its head down, trembling incessantly, so that a devout believer was telling about his sins.

"You are?"

Just as he wanted to ask again, he suddenly felt a dizziness in his mind, and when he came to his senses again, the figure had disappeared again.

"How so?"

Wang Tofu rubbed his head with his hand, and then his eyes looked at the candlestick again, and saw that behind the candlestick was a smooth stone wall, and there was a strange ancient painting hanging on the stone wall.

Although the painting is old, its colors are still clearly visible!

By the light of the three candles, Wang Tofu began to carefully examine the contents of the painting, although the painting looked very old, but it could be seen that it was a person, a woman sitting sideways, with long hair in a bun and a red robe.

The more he looked closely, suddenly Wang Tofu's eyes began to become deeper and deeper, and this time even his body took two steps back, and his heart also felt a silent tremor inexplicably at that moment.

Because when he saw this painting, some blurry pictures suddenly flashed in Wang Tofu's mind, and the feeling was very strange, déjà vu but never clear.

The person in the painting, sitting sideways, can't see her face clearly, the color on her face has been blurred, like a person who has lost her soul, without her soul, without the finishing touch!

His eyes wandered along with the lines in the painting, and Wang Tofu's breathing began to gradually become rapid, and even before he knew it, a tear rolled out of his eyes uncontrollably.

At that moment, his world seemed to suddenly become a little out of control because of the appearance of this painting!

"How...... How so, who are you...... Who the hell are you!"

His eyes were blurry, and his heart was even more inexplicably tingling, Wang Tuofu's mind was holding his head violently, he tried to keep himself awake, but the feeling of chaos had already made him unable to extricate himself.

Everything seemed to be predestined, and the line he had seen countless times in his dreams seemed to have really become the trajectory of his life!

The faint song sounded, and everything seemed to return to the familiar park, and everything seemed to return to the familiar bench.

Listening to the song calmed him down, and he never felt relaxed.

But Wang Tofu couldn't have imagined how she could appear here, how could she appear in that strange ancient painting!

And when he recognized the other party again, it seemed that in Wang Toofo's mind, some memories that did not belong to him were slowly waking up, dominating his emotions and making him instinctively lose control.

"It can't be, it will never be the same person"

Wang Tofu lost his voice, but the outline in the painting was so familiar, except for the pair of empty pupils, everything was exactly the same as the ancient shadow in the park.

When he faced the ancient painting with his own eyes, his emotions were very different from the peaceful and calm he once had.

"Why is this happening?"

Wang Tofu touched the side of his face that had been slipped by tears with his hand.

The faint singing continued, but Wang Tofu hugged his head again, and his thoughts hit his mind like a tide, and like a muddy river, he continued to wash his sea of knowledge.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

An eerie laugh followed, interrupting the singing echoing in his head, and Wang Tuofu's body gradually calmed down in the trembling.

He raised his head again, his eyes becoming extremely black again in the gust of gloomy wind, and his whole face was a little more wooden.

Listening to the sound of the candle fire hunting, feeling the chill in the wind around him, Wang Tuofu's body instinctively retreated, as if he was deliberately avoiding something, and suddenly saw him turn around and sweep towards the darkness on the side, maybe as long as he left here, then he could escape all this.

But it was far from that, and as he turned back into the darkness, a strange cough suddenly rang out behind him.

Wang Tofu was shocked and stopped in place again, slowly turning around, only to see that behind him, in front of the candlestick, the vanished rickety figure had reappeared there at some point.

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

Wang Tuofu roared in a deep voice, after his eyes took off the ancient painting, his state was soon restored, and his gradually confused consciousness was forcibly pulled back by him.

The tomb is weird, and there are too many incredible existences in it, maybe the scene behind him seems to others to be just a hallucination, but he doesn't think so, because his eyes are the best proof.

A low sigh sounded, seemingly in response to Wang Tofu.

I saw that the head of the rickety figure was buried more and more, and the more so, the more it seemed to be a devout believer worshipping his faith.

But when the guy bowed his head to the ancient painting, it seemed very strange, or it was not a pilgrimage, but more like a silent confession.

Wang Tofu's eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time, his pupils became deeper and deeper again.

But at this moment, he found that he had returned to his original position at some point, and the silhouette seemed to be leaning in front of him.

"Give me back...... Give me back ......"

The faint cry seemed to be a kind of pleading across time, Wang Tuofu squinted his eyes slightly, just staring quietly at the figure in front of him, watching his kneeling body on the ground trembling constantly, which made his heart inexplicably produce an undeserved pity again.

It was like a kind of sympathy, but with an indescribable guilt.

"And what exactly do you want?"

muttered, maybe Wang Tofu didn't know why he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand at that moment and stroke towards the strange and weird outline of the head.