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Chapter 2475
A light suddenly shot out from the inner hole, passed through the thick stone wall, and fell on the wall of the outer hole.
The light was projected on the wall, and it gathered into a figure. He was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and had long hair scattered.
Everyone was stunned.
“Where did this projection come from?” Someone asked in panic.
At this time, the temperature in the cave dropped suddenly, and Zhengling saw that many people were frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some keen people found something wrong and ran away quickly.
“Ah, there are ghosts.”
But the outer hole was suddenly blocked.
The light and shadow on the wall slowly became three-dimensional, and the brocade-robed boy suddenly walked down from the wall.
He is so handsome and refined, he is as good as Mo Shangren, and his son is unparalleled in the world.
Everyone in the cave was dumbfounded.
At this time, the few lines of Sanskrit on the wall suddenly left blood, Zhengling saw the Sanskrit, and somehow understood its meaning.
It is evil in this tomb, please keep it away.
When you see evil spirits, your eyes will go blind.
Hearing his voice deaf ears.
…
Zhengling’s face turned ashen with fright.
At this time, the people in the cave have begun to behave strangely. Some people’s eyes have begun to bleed, and some people’s ears have begun to pierce.
Zheng Ling huddled in the corner, staring blankly at this scene.
But the leader seemed unaffected.
He was not afraid at all, and he said to the 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 special poisonous gas. Everyone will have a lot of inexplicable fantasies.”
Zhengling heard the words and was a little puzzled.
Then the dream she had had before was not a fantasy, right?
It’s so bizarre after all.
At this moment, the light and shadow suddenly floated in front of Zhengling. Zhengling heard the low voice of the young man in the dream, and it sounded affectionate.
“Mother.”
Zhengling covered her ears, slandering in her heart: “I can no longer be controlled by poisonous gas, I can’t think about it anymore. These are all fantasies.”
But the young man’s voice sounded warm: “Mother, don’t let it go. I’m afraid. The boy won’t hurt you. I’ve waited for you for so long, and you’re finally here.
Mother, I miss you so much.” The
boy’s voice was full of longing torture.
Zhengling slowly removed the hand covering her ears, and she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the boy squatting in front of her, she reached out and stroked the boy’s cheek.
But the hand touched a wisp of the void.
The young man said: “Mother, the child is just a wisp of soul.”
Zhengling trembled and asked, “How can I bring you back to life?”
“Mother, you led Hanbao’s soul to my body. I can be resurrected. But it was me who was resurrected, not your favorite Derek. Would you like to?”
Zhengling’s heart trembled, “Derek can’t come back?”
She was so saddened by this fact.
The young man said: “Mother, Derek is just a clone of me. After his soul returns to my body, he can use the corpse to revive it. But it is me who came back a thousand years ago, not Derek. Mother, do you still want it?”
Zhengling thought of the boy in his dream, his poignant fate.
It was a very kind and affectionate young man, but Zhengling wisely captured that the young man in the cemetery was by no means the complete him.
As he said, if he returns, he will not be Derek.