Zhang Qingsheng was silent for a moment.

"Team Ling, do you believe in reincarnation?"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"Something out of nothing..."

Zhang Qingsheng shook his head slightly.

"I feel like I've been reincarnated, not just me, but also your father, Ling Jun..."

Ling Feng frowned.

"Are you saying that my father, like you, doesn't look like his age?"

Zhang Qingsheng nodded.

"Yes, though, none of us know our actual age..."

"Although your father and I both think that we have not known each other for a long time, we both have a vague feeling that we have known each other for a long time..."

"We've deliberately tracked it down, and we've found shadows that resemble us in the past..."

"For example, the household registration information you find is updated every 10 years."

"Is that true of my father?"

"Yes!"

"Why are you doing that?"

"For the record, because we guess that at the age of forty-five, all the memories will be gone, just like a phone reset, a factory reset..."

"In other words, we only remember what happened in the current forty-five years, but we don't remember the events of the last forty-five years, which is like a cycle in the forty-five years..."

"I see, your frequent name changes are to record your existence so that you can investigate later..."

Zhang Qingsheng nodded.

"That's one of the goals, and the fact that we don't want to expose the fact that we don't age..."

"No one will never grow old, it's just your wishful thinking, there must be something strange in it!"

Obviously, Ling Feng didn't believe in anything that went against the laws of nature at all.

Zhang Qingsheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Your father and I have had enough of such a tormented life, especially Ling Jun, since he had you, he has not changed his household registration..."

"Oh... I now realize that the reason why he risked his life to go deep here was so that he wouldn't forget you..."

Zhang Qingsheng slapped his head violently.

Ling Feng fell silent, and Zhang Qingsheng's words touched him.

When my father left, he was forty-four years old, and when I saw my father again, I wonder if he could still remember his son...

"Team Ling, whether you believe it or not, what I said to you is all based on records..."

"Because a year after your father's departure, my memory is gone again, and I've been tracking it down for ten years..."

"What a pity! Little gain! That's when I thought of working with you..."

Ling Feng nodded lightly and didn't say anything more.

Suddenly, Zhang Qingsheng exclaimed.

"Team Ling, where have they gone?"

Ling Feng hurriedly looked back, but there was no figure.

They were just chatting, and they didn't pay attention to the sudden silence just now.

Ling Feng frowned, how could the five adults disappear without saying a word?

"Let's go, go back and see!"

With that, Ling Feng turned around and walked back.

Not far after walking out, he saw some luggage on the ground, among which there was Qin Ming's medicine box.

"This medicine box is Qin Lao's treasure, it is impossible for him to throw it down..."

Ling Feng observed his surroundings and suddenly found a fork in the stream on the other side of the stream.

The two of them just chatted, but they didn't notice it at all.

However, Ling Feng was very puzzled, they threw down their luggage and entered the fork, why they didn't know what to say.

And, looking at the way the luggage is placed, it doesn't look like it was attacked, it's more like it was voluntary...

"They must have entered this fork, go in and have a look!"

Ling Feng took out a folding shovel from his backpack and held it in his hand.

Cross the stream and enter the fork.

There are man-made chisel marks on the side wall of this road, which are obviously not naturally formed.

After digging deeper, it was found that this is a long and narrow low road.

With Ling Feng's height, he still needs to bow his head to pass.

The span can only accommodate one person, and in the event of an attack, the folding shovel can only be used to pound forward.

Zhang Qingsheng was still a little struggling, and he was squeezed all the way.

After about half an hour of travel, my eyes suddenly opened up.

In front of it was a vast open space, covered with marble, like a square.

Ling Feng saw at a glance that the five of them were standing in the middle of the square.

In the middle of the square there is a square stone platform.

On top of the stone platform is a huge coffin, which is as black as ink.

Faintly, there was a faint glow around the coffin...

"Could it be the coffin built by Heigu Tai Sui? What a big deal..."

As he spoke, Ling Feng walked over slowly.

Walking a short distance, he found the five of them surrounding the coffin, holding a short blade in their hands.

"Old Qin..."

"Wen Hao!"

Ling Feng shouted a few times, but no one responded.

"Not good!"

Ling Feng immediately felt bad.

Immediately, three steps and two steps were made, and he quickly rushed over.

Then, snatching the short blade from Qin Ming's hand, he glanced at him at the same time.

Ling Feng's scalp instantly went numb.

I saw that Qin Ming's eyes were as black as ink, and they were as deep and weird as those strange eyes...

It's not just him, it's everyone else.

"Old Qin! Qin Lao! ”

Ling Feng shouted several times in a row, but Qin Ming still didn't react, his face was sluggish.

Suddenly, the others picked up the short blade and cut their wrists.

"Zhang Qingsheng, what are you still doing in a daze! Hurry up and help! ”

Ling Feng shouted angrily, and hurriedly took out the folding shovel to try to knock off the short blades in their hands.

However, with such a large coffin, even if Ling Feng was nimble, it was impossible to stop everyone.

Zhang Qingsheng is even more far from quenching his thirst, not to mention, he is still a puddle of mud.

Fortunately, several of them looked sluggish and moved slowly, and in the end, only Luo Hao cut his wrist.

Blood flowed and dripped on the coffin.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Suddenly, the coffin shook violently.

"Where is this?"

Qin Ming came to his senses first, and the darkness in his eyes had faded.

Immediately afterward, the others returned to normal almost at the same time.

Only Luo Hao was still sluggish, and he was still dripping blood on the coffin.

"Everyone, stand back!"

Ling Feng snorted.

Immediately, he pulled Luo Hao up and quickly walked away from the coffin.

Although the others looked dazed, their experience told them that Ling Feng's words could not be ignored, and they hurriedly followed.

The crowd retreated to the vicinity of the exit of the corridor.

"Old Qin, please deal with it!"

Ling Feng pushed Luo Hao in front of Qin Ming.

At this time, Luo Hao's expression had basically recovered.

"Team Ling, I... What did I just do? ”

Luo Hao held his wrist and looked at the bleeding wound with a blank expression.

Fortunately, the wound is not deep, and it will not bleed and shock for a while.

Qin Ming tore a strip of cloth and bandaged him temporarily.

"When you get out, I'll disinfect you!"

"Thank you, Elder Qin!"

Qin Ming smiled and nodded, then glanced around suspiciously, and finally looked at the coffin.

"Team Ling, where is this? How did we end up here? ”

Ling Feng shook his head.

"I don't know, I'll talk about this later!"

Ling Feng stared at the coffin, his face gradually gloomy.

Suddenly, Heigu Tai Sui's coffin shook violently again, and then the coffin lid suddenly flew out.

The crowd was immediately shocked.

"Run!"

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