The previous pattern expressed a message, the 'Gate of Rebirth' walked out of three people, and these three people obviously represented Zhang Meng, Fat Man, and Ye Jiu.

And immediately after that, there is such a picture, which seems to mean that something bad happens, and only one of them can survive in the end?

Zhang Meng's face gradually became ugly, and he re-examined the previous pattern, and it was obvious that the three people there were referring to them.

Why do the shadows of the three of them appear on a thousand-year-old parchment? It may seem like a scary language, just imagine what it would be like if you found a picture of yourself on some old antique?

"Ye Jiu, you can't fucking draw it yourself, right? Don't fool people, the fat man doesn't believe in this kind of thing. ”

The fat man pointed to the parchment and said angrily.

Zhang Meng shook his head, he found that the words on the parchment gave him a very peculiar feeling, as if they were originally on the paper. When the parchment was made, the pattern was already in it, because when his hand put it on it, he didn't feel the roughness of the lines at all.

And Zhang Meng didn't find anything strange, he had already compared it just now, the brushstrokes of the last two paintings were the same as the previous pattern brushstrokes, unless it was a god, even a master could not do this kind of process.

"I said why don't you speak, isn't the fat man's guess unreasonable? Someone must have deliberately fooled us. The fat man saw that Zhang Meng and the others were silent, and he said loudly again.

"Little fat man, can you check if there are any other exits here?"

Zhao San said with a wry smile.

The fat man was inexplicable: "Third uncle, aren't you confused, how can you talk to the edge of the sky." ”

"I checked it just now, there is only one exit here, did you see those cements just now, how many years are those cements?" Zhao San shook his head and asked again.

"I didn't pay attention, but at least three or four years."

The fat man seemed to have thought of something, and he frowned and said:

"Third uncle, do you mean that no one has been here for three years, and it can't be someone else's doing?"

"Well, I can't tell if the paintings are fakes or not, but I'm sure no one has been here in the last three years." Zhao San said softly, his face was also a little shocked.

"Brother Jiu'er, didn't you say before that you went down to this secret room after you woke up?"

Zhang Meng asked suddenly.

It's not that he doesn't believe Ye Jiu, it's that this matter itself is unbelievable. On the parchment scroll that has been handed down by the Ye family, there is already a pattern of the three of them, which means that this qiē has been arranged a long time ago?

So what he did before was all bullshit?

When everyone fights with monsters such as rats, thousand-year-old zongzi, and ghosts and blue-faced mandrills, which time is not nine deaths, which time is not a one-time shot, are these all predestined?

Heaven destined them to find clues one by one, and then many of their companions died, but only the three of them would not die, and finally the three of them would come out of the door of rebirth?

This statement is to deceive a child, and it is estimated that people will not believe it, so Zhang Meng really has no way to believe the two patterns in front of him, because it is absolutely impossible.

Even if you let go of your head and discard the factor of chance, it can't be like this.

It's like there's a documentary about what you're going to do in 50 years, something like that.

So Zhang Meng prefers to believe that this is a conspiracy, a conspiracy created by Ye Jiu! Perhaps he wanted everyone to act again, and thus caused an incident, which is more acceptable and more likely than the previous speculation.

"I call it 'fate.'"

Ye Jiu didn't answer Zhang Meng's words, he looked at the parchment and spoke in a very light tone.

"It's hard and easy to break karma. Go back and don't get into this again......

Ye Jiu carefully rolled up the parchment.

"What about you?"

Zhang Meng asked subconsciously.

"I'm going to try to break this fate in another way." The movements in Ye Jiu's hands stiffened for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.

Zhang Meng and the fat man glanced at each other, and they both found the complexity in each other's hearts.

Ye Jiu pushed the stone table back, then squatted on the ground and jumped suddenly, he grabbed the edge of the hole with both hands, and then the whole person climbed up.

Zhao San also did the same, but the fat man and Zhang Meng didn't have such a good bounce power, Zhao San helped to pick up the hands of the two people on it, and they were able to turn it over.

After that, Ye Jiu went to the second floor to meditate and practice, no matter what Zhang Meng and the fat man asked, he would no longer speak.

", I said Ah Meng, did you anger Brother Jiu'er? You were questioning him just now, and you can see the sad expression on this kid's face......"

The fat man looked at Ye Jiu's figure sitting cross-legged among a pile of corpses on the second floor, and he said angrily.

"Dead fat man, get away, Brother Jiu'er is now determined to continue to pursue along the clues, what should we do?"

Zhang Meng looked at Ye Jiu who was sitting there with a worried face.

"Don't be afraid, let him go and get the drums! Didn't the fucking prophecy say it anyway? There will be no one dead until the end, and there is one person alive, maybe we will all die and Ye Jiu will be left alive. This kid's noodles are harder than yours, don't worry about the damn salty radish and eat radish, nervous shit. ”

The fat man said angrily.

Zhang Meng found a staircase to sit down, he didn't have the heart to fight with the fat man.

"Third uncle, what do you think about this matter?"

Zhang Meng snatched Zhao San's cigarette and took a hard sip, he still felt that his hands and feet seemed to be a little cold.

The appearance of the parchment, especially the last two drawings, weighed heavily on his chest like a stone.

"Third uncle, what do you think about this matter?"

Zhang Meng asked softly.

"I can't read if the last pattern of that parchment is fake, but I can read people's hearts!" Zhao San said softly.

"What do you mean, Uncle San."

The fat man also came over.

"He doesn't want you to get involved in this, that's for sure."

Zhao San pointed at Ye Jiu and said affirmatively.

Zhang Meng and the fat man's faces suddenly became a little ugly.

"Is everything on the parchment real? Or as Ye Jiu said, this is our fate? Zhang Meng swallowed his saliva and asked with some difficulty.

Zhao San shook his head, and he didn't say anything, because this matter couldn't be deduced by common sense at all. "Third uncle, what do you think about this matter?"

Zhang Meng asked softly.

"I can't read if the last pattern of that parchment is fake, but I can read people's hearts!" Zhao San said softly.

"What do you mean, Uncle San."

The fat man also came over.

"He doesn't want you to get involved in this, that's for sure."

Zhao San pointed at Ye Jiu and said affirmatively.

Zhang Meng and the fat man's faces suddenly became a little ugly.

"Is everything on the parchment real? Or as Ye Jiu said, this is our fate? Zhang Meng swallowed his saliva and asked with some difficulty.

Zhao San shook his head, and he didn't say anything, because this matter couldn't be deduced by common sense at all.