As for the specific identity of this person... Yu Xing has already made a guess.
His expression calmed down and he was no longer as relaxed as usual. The more he thought clearly, the more confused he felt.
Time, resurrection, and black coffin start from the moment you open your eyes, right?
Yu Xing turned around, frowned for a moment, looked at the empty space behind him, and asked tentatively: "What do you want me to do? I can't see you, right?"
No one answered him, but after a few seconds, three knocks came from the ghost face embedded in the center of the stone door.
It's like there is an invisible person who is using the things around him to give him feedback.
Of course, such feedback can only prove that the other party exists and is not malicious, but cannot give a more specific answer.
Yu Xing turned to look at the ghost face, hesitated for a moment, and drew out the Tang Dao.
He used a Tang knife to scratch the ghost's face, leaving an abrupt scratch on the rough stone surface. Yu Xing stared at the scratch for a long time and asked: "Are you alive?"
“I want an accurate answer. If you tell me, I will believe it.”
This scene was very inexplicable. Yu Xing faced the empty stone gate and gave some hint in a tone he didn't usually use.
Another two seconds passed, Yu Xing heard laughter that was so light it seemed like an illusion, and a new scratch appeared on the stone door below the scratch he made.
That’s a rather modern “?”.
Yu Xing's pupils shrank, and then he laughed: "I didn't expect that, if this is the case, how can I leave?"
In the coffin mural on the right side of the stone gate, a line is drawn under the coffin.
“Coffin.” Yu Xing said, “Should I go back to the coffin?”
The invisible person tapped the ghost face twice more. The ghost face looked like it had its mouth wide open, but it was used as a communication tool, and it suddenly became less scary.
"I understand." Yu Xing lowered his eyes and put his hand on the ghost's face, "If you continue walking down this road, you will encounter another coffin. Once you see it, lie down, right?"
This time, there was no response.
But Yu Xing seemed to have gotten the answer. He reached into Ghost Face's mouth and held the tongue hidden inside.
Yu Xing tried it and found that his tongue could be pulled, which should be the mechanism for opening the door. Just as he was about to pull it down, a sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded from inside the door.
He reacted very quickly and withdrew his hand, but was still touched by something inside. Suddenly, several small and hard hooks pierced his flesh, causing blood to flow profusely in an instant.
Yu Xing was in pain and did not give the thing a chance to leave. He grabbed it with his backhand and the hooks pulled on his hand with his movements, taking away a whole piece of skin. The palms of his hands were also deeply pierced by the hooks.
The price is that this thing is pulled out of the door by Yu Xing's power and exposed to Yu Xing's sight.
This is a bone vine that has the temperament of a lone wolf. The front part of the bone vine stands up like a snake. The dark purple vine exudes a hint of cold air, and the thorns on it stand up in all directions as if their hair has exploded.
Yu Xing looked at his bleeding left hand, then at the bone vine that was ready to struggle, and showed a cruel smile.
“Since you took the initiative to provoke me, don’t blame me for cutting off the roots~”
The cold light of Tang Dao in his right hand flashed, and he couldn't see clearly how he drew the sword. The bone vine was broken into more than a dozen sections, and each section was separated from the middle of the bone. The bones fell to the ground, leaving the bone vine no longer visible.
I can't move it.
The part that was pierced on his hand lost its vitality, the color slowly faded, and the thorns softened.
Fortunately, Yu had to pull out the thorns first while they were still soft, otherwise the thorns would be hard to remove if they were soft in the flesh.
He temporarily placed the flashlight in the small pocket on the side of his backpack, leaking only a little bit of light.
After getting rid of the bone vines left here, Yu Xing hung his injured left hand by his side, letting the blood drip onto the ground.
He used the right hand holding the knife to reluctantly pull down the tongue of the ghost face. With the roar of mechanical rotation, the heavy stone door slowly opened.
"I believe you." Yu Xing said the last word, and then walked into the darkness in the door with a smile.
…
Carlos’s little paper man stood bored at the end of the coffin. Yu Xing had just entered, and he didn’t know how long he would have to wait on the coffin lid.
By coincidence, his team was also retreating towards the ancestral hall. While Carlos was paying attention to the movement of the black coffin through the paper man, he continued to move within his own team.
They are leaving the altar and will meet Yu Xing in about an hour.
In the woods with the shadows of the trees, Carlos was wearing his brightly colored jacket, jeans, and a pair of flashy black sneakers, walking among a group of heavily armed people, looking out of place.
His green eyes scanned the jungle, and he was patted by a lean man with a crew cut next to him. He asked in awkward Chinese: "Carlos, are your friends safe?"
There are a total of eleven people in a team, and there are five foreign faces, and the crew-cut man is one of them.
In reality, he is probably from Southeast Asia. As soon as he opened his mouth, others started to discuss it.
“How long until we can meet new friends?”
“Magician, did that person really find the real entrance to the tomb?”
Even a blond woman with a bandage on her abdomen who fell behind asked in a weak voice: "Did you tell him to wait where he is? This mountain is too dangerous. If he runs around, we may not have time to support him."
There have been no deaths so far, everyone is in a good mood, and there is still time to worry about the strange reserve teammate they have never met, but who indirectly helped them.
"Well...if you are talking about the environment he is in, it may not be safe." Carlos ignored the questions that followed and directly answered the first man with a crew cut to speak, "But if you are talking about
As for him, don't worry, he is very safe."
The crew-cut man sighed: "Carlos, I can hear that you trust that friend very much."
"It's not that I trust him, it's that he is very strong." Carlos' green eyes looked very deep in the forest, like a wild wolf waiting for an opportunity. He kept walking, even if his skin was exposed, there were no mosquitoes.
Come over and provoke him, "Ash, do you know? A strong person never says he is strong, but pretends to be weak everywhere. Such a person"
Carlos' lips curled up: "Either he is sick, or he has a secret."
"You're right, but aren't you afraid that he is ill?" Shijiu smiled, or rather, like Ash's homonym of "Ashi", her name was actually "Nineteen".
She left Brother Sun's team early, hurriedly hurriedly, and then returned to the team by the shortest route despite constant reminders from her teammates.
Carlos laughed: "What are you afraid of? If a sick person is still alive, it means he is seriously ill."
Severely ill.
Carlos: It means that the person is very sick even though he is very sick.
Everyone laughed together, tomb robbing was a very dangerous thing, and they were not stingy in their interest in all interesting things.
Speaking of San, Shijiu feels that she has a little say: "I walked into the mountains with him, and he really disguised mediocrity and weakness. Even I didn't find anything wrong with him."
“He is an old actor.” Carlos said.
“Isn’t he a painter?” Someone in the team raised an eyebrow.
"Being a painter is indeed his main job, but I think his acting skills are not inferior to those of professional actors." Shijiu laughed, "If it hadn't been for the magician, who would have thought that what he brought in his painting tube was not drawing paper, but drawing paper.
Is it a long knife?"
It only takes three minutes to make fun of someone for a while.
Carlos thought about seeing the paper man's perspective. He might see some changes in the coffin after Yu Xing entered the coffin. He connected a little bit of his spirit to the paper man and took over the paper man's vision.
As a result, he found that he was no longer on the coffin lid, but had been lifted to the ground for some reason.
“Did something happen?” Carlos tensed up, got up, looked at the coffin, and was stunned for a moment.
I saw that Yu Xing had sat up, but did not climb out. He only put his arms on the half-pushed coffin lid to support his chin, looking blankly, as if he was thinking about life.
He may have just been knocked down by the force of Yu Xing's opening of the coffin.
“Are you okay?” Carlos asked.
Yu Xing turned his head, his eyes still a little hollow, which made him feel a little panicked.
“I’m fine, I’m thinking about the mysteries of the universe.”
ˆ Carlos: “……?”
Okay, he knows that San is in good condition and in a good mood.
"What's in it? Have you changed anything now? Let me be healthy!" He controlled the paper man to float up and looked at Yu Xing with excited eyes.
Yu Xing pressed his temples, pushed the little paper man away, and first asked: "How long have I been in there?"
Carlos: “More than three minutes.”
"Only more than three minutes?" Yu Xing turned to look at the sky outside the ancestral hall, "I thought I slept all day and all night..."
"Huh? You fell asleep in there?" Carlos said he didn't believe it. "I kept watch for you for a few minutes. I thought your wariness towards me had been relieved a little, but to my surprise, you were still unwilling to tell me anything.
I?"
"You misunderstood, what I said is true." Yu Xing coughed lightly, pushed the coffin lid completely open, supported the coffin wall with his right hand and jumped out. He looked back at the coffin with doubtful eyes, and then said, "I
After lying in it, I felt a kind of coldness from my soul, very cold, and lonely. If my consciousness was unstable, I would probably think that I was a corpse that had been lying in the coffin for thousands of years, and I would keep lying there from now on, never again.
stand up."
"anything else?"
"Also..." Yu Xing muttered and stretched his legs, "I felt that my leg was split, but this may be an illusion. After all, there is no trace to prove that it was split."
"anything else?"
"No, I struggled with the illusion of loneliness for a while, and then I got up. As you said, I struggled with it for a whole day in my imagination, but only three minutes passed in reality." Yu Xing said everything.
He was telling the truth. He had experienced a hundred years of solitude in the coffin. Now that he came out, he was very happy to chat with Carlos to relieve his mood.
"Except for the hint that people will sink forever, there is nothing else in this coffin, and there are no other dangers. To be honest, I am a little disappointed. It is boring than I thought." Yu Xing curled his lips and patted himself.
The presence of dust.
Although he always felt that his memory seemed to be affected a little, and not all the feelings he endured in the coffin remained in his mind, he didn't care too much.
It's like a person dreaming and experiencing ten years of life in the dream. After waking up, he only remembers the feelings and not what he did every day in the ten years in the dream.
What he forgot was probably just some insignificant things.
Carlos glanced at him suspiciously, but Yu Xing's tone was so natural that it was hard not to believe him.
Yu Xing noticed his look and mocked, "Why don't you go in and take a nap?"
Carlos waved his hand: "No, you and I are different. I will never let myself fall into unwarranted danger. Besides, didn't you already say there is nothing inside... I believe in my teammates.
~”
He didn't wait for Yu Xing to refute the title of teammate, and waved goodbye: "Since you came out safely, I won't keep an eye on you. In about an hour, my team and I will arrive at the ancestral hall. Please be sure.
Stop running around and just stay where you are, okay?"
An hour? That can wait.
Yu Xing reluctantly agreed, and the little paper man immediately fell down on the spot and died motionless.
Knowing that Carlos had withdrawn his mental power and was probably planning to lead the team forward at full speed, Yu Xing closed the lid of the coffin and sat down on it, resting and waiting.
Since there is no one buried inside, it is not disrespectful for him to sit on the coffin lid.
Yu Xing squeezed his arms and legs, feeling an inexplicable soreness all over his body, as if he had been peeled off and re-wrapped. He narrowed his eyes and began to doubt the authenticity of the feeling in the coffin.
.
If the black coffin is just like this, why do rickets have to sleep in it every day? Do rickets have some special restrictions?
Yu Xing didn’t remember it, but he felt that there must be an opportunity for him to remember it during the rest of the journey.
…
More than an hour later.
Yu Xing, who was concentrating with his eyes closed, heard a noisy sound coming from outside. He opened his eyes, turned his head and looked around, and saw several bright flashlight lights outside the door of the ancestral hall.
“Look! That’s the ancestral hall!”
Ash in Carlos’ team was very happy. He couldn’t wait to meet his new powerful teammates, so he jumped to the front.
Carlos was two steps behind him. His gray-blue hair and green eyes were very conspicuous. He saw Yu Xing standing in front of the ancestral hall from a distance. He put two fingers together in front of his lips in a pretentious manner, and then threw it at Yu Xing.
He blew a kiss, regardless of whether Yu Xing could see it or not.
It is estimated that if Yu Xing stood next to him, he would smile and praise him: "You are so naughty."
Across a section of woods, Yu Xing leaned on the door frame, counting the twelve people approaching him, feeling a little expectant.
He wanted to see how powerful the team was that had not yet been reduced in number.
Soon, the team approached, and the crew-cut man at the front seemed to want to give him a hug. A shy smile appeared on Yu Xing's face, and he retreated without leaving a trace.
“I finally met you, my God, you are much more attractive than I thought!” The injured blond woman did not hide her surprise, and Carlos showed a true expression.
Yunica, the well-known old pervert in the team, the magical woman who slept with half of the team.
Yu Xing glanced around and paused for a second longer on the smiling Shijiu face, then politely and reservedly said: "Thank you, I'm glad to meet you too."