I saw that the jade pillars were densely engraved with patterns of different shades.
Because there is no coloring, those lines are the same color as the jade pillars and are almost invisible at first glance.
Nangong Jin's eyes slowly opened wide, and the same expression as Yun Luo appeared on his face, surprised, stunned and incredulous...
Because those lines are neither patterns nor reliefs.
But...the same name!
It's as if the name was carved out with a dagger, each cut filled with violence and ferocity.
The densely packed strokes make one's scalp feel cold and the chill is biting.
"..." Nangong Jin swallowed stiffly.
He turned his head slowly, his pupils trembling, "Beauty...could I have seen it wrong? Here..."
"You read that right."
Yun Luo's cold words exposed his self-deception.
"My name is engraved on it!"
"Hiss——" Nangong Jin gasped for a moment, then turned her head and looked at the densely packed words "Yun Luo" on the jade pillars.
A handsome and handsome face was almost distorted, showing an extremely painful expression.
Nangong Jin hesitated to speak, and finally let out a long sigh——
"Beauty, what kind of grudge do you have with the old man who built this mausoleum? He wants to carve your name into this mausoleum, and he has carved so many carvings..."
The knife marks are sharp and the strokes are deep, as if each knife carving is filled with extremely ferocious emotions.
Is this... a special curse?!
Yun Luo said nothing.
She stood in front of the jade pillar engraved with names, raised her head, and looked at the names from top to bottom.
The side face is cold, with black hair and snow-skinned skin, and the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are full of cold and sharp arcs.
"I don't know the old man you're talking about." After a while, she slowly said, "But I know who carved these names."
She stretched out her hand and traced the convex lines with her fingertips, as if she could feel the coldness of the blade.
Yun Luo sneered: "No wonder...these patterns look familiar to me."
They are all her own names, how could they not look familiar to her?
"This mausoleum was built by an old man. Who else but him can be engraved with these names?"
Nangong Jin frowned and looked at her, "Who are you talking about?"
"It's what I told you before, the creator of Heart-Eating Gu and Yiye Kurong. I recognize his handwriting. These names should have been carved by him himself."
Yun Luo said coldly, the question that had been hanging in his mind for a long time was finally answered.
"That person" is indeed the same as her, also on the Kyushu Continent...
"Wait, wait -"
Nangong Jin was almost confused by her, "But didn't you say that the creator is dead? How did a dead person carve a name?"
Yun Luo smiled sarcastically: "Maybe he's not dead yet, and his ghost is still there."
The corner of Nangong Jin's mouth suddenly twitched, "What do you mean by not being dead... Are you trying to deal with me?"
"I saw him die with my own eyes, but now his things appear frequently in Shikoku, and this tomb is full of his handwriting. If it were you, what would you think?"
Yun Luo glared at him angrily.
Nangong Jin was stunned, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.
He slapped his forehead and said, "You almost got me involved. Is there another possibility that you have forgotten?"
"What?"
"Isn't the owner of this tomb the same surname as you? Maybe you have the same name and the name engraved on it is not your name, but hers?"