"Protect him." A deep voice rang out.

Zhang Qilin paused for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had left Wu Xie's arms and came to an unfamiliar environment, behind the swirling mist, a tall man was standing in front of him.

"Who are you? Who do you want me to protect? Zhang Qilin asked uncertainly.

"Protect him. Protect Wu Xie. Dangerous! The tall man replied.

"What is the danger? What will happen? What did you find? Who are you? Zhang Qilin had more and more questions and shouted.

"Zhang Qiling." A magnetic voice sounded, the tall man disappeared into the mist, and the hazy surroundings became clear again, but Zhang Qilin did not return to Wu Xie's side, but came to a secret room.

It was pitch black, there was nothing around, Zhang Qilin didn't know why he was here, but the breath and magnetic field here were familiar. This is where Wu Xie took him here.

"Follow me and don't miss any details." A magnetic voice.

Zhang Qilin didn't have time to ask, because this was the entrance at that time, and when Wu Xie brought him here last time, there was a part of the route that he didn't remember, and he didn't expect to re-understand this part of the route in this way.

The two figures shuttled in this dark shadow one after the other, Zhang Qilin didn't dare to be careless, and tried hard to remember the route of the man's entry and exit, the two of them did not have any communication, but Zhang Qilin surprisingly believed this tall man from the bottom of his heart.

The tall man stopped suddenly, looking into the distance with some grievances, Zhang Qilin stood behind him and asked aloud, "Where is this?" ”

"The cemetery of the Wu family." The tall man said softly, and Zhang Qilin could even feel an inexplicable heart-wrenching pain.

Through the back of the tall man, Zhang Qilin looked behind him, one by one the tombstones, withered flowers, dry tree trunks, and the gloomy wind blew slowly, pouring directly through the gaps in his clothes, it was so cold!

Each tombstone is engraved with the same name - Wu Xie.

"No, it's not true, I must be dreaming, if it's a dream, please wake me up!" Zhang Qilin hugged his head in pain and shouted.

"Protect him until everything gets out of hand." The tall man said that, and gradually disappeared into thin air.

Zhang Qilin stood up, looked at his figure that was about to disappear, and pounced on: "Don't go, you haven't made it clear yet!" ”

"There's no time." A grumbling voice rang out. Finally reverberated in the darkness.

"Ahhhh Zhang Qilin shouted madly, he didn't believe it! He ran madly across the entire cemetery, in the huge cemetery, there were 999 tombstones neatly placed horizontally and vertically, all of which were really Wu Xie's name without exception, Zhang Qilin didn't believe that Wu Xie was dead, or that all this was a joke, so he didn't shy away from digging Wu Xie's tomb.

Without any tools, Zhang Qilin just relied on his breath to dig with his own hands, even if his hands became bloody, his nails had been turned over, his fingertips became numb and white because of excessive blood loss, he dug five or six graves, lifted all the coffins inside, opened each coffin, and there was the same person lying inside-Wu Xie.

Calm Wu Xie, happy Wu Xie, sad Wu Xie, childish Wu Xie, angry Wu Xie. Each one is so vivid, and Zhang Qilin also found that although each tombstone is engraved with the same name, their cause of death, life and time of death are different.