"Let's not talk about the possibility of having the same name and surname, just based on these handwriting..."
Yun Luo pointed at the jade pillar and said in a solemn and serious tone, "How do you explain that these handwritings are exactly the same as the person I mentioned?"
They say words are like people.
The handwriting of "that person" is also the same as his own, extremely offensive, and every word looks like blood.
It was impossible for her to admit her mistake, nor did she think there was another person in the world who could write the same words.
Nangong Jin didn’t know this.
He glanced at the uncomfortable fonts on the jade pillars and raised his eyebrows slightly: "The same handwriting doesn't mean anything, right? Anyway, I don't believe that people can still linger after they are dead...
…”
That's because you don't even know that there is something called time travel in this world.
Yun Luo cursed secretly in his heart and was too lazy to explain to him.
She can’t remember how she died in her previous life or why she traveled to this world.
But she remembers it very clearly——
"That person" died in front of her, and she saw it with her own eyes.
But now, the things belonging to "that person" have really appeared on the Jiuzhou Continent, including the Heart-Eating Gu, the Withering Poison, and these writings...
The same and two things can be explained by coincidence, but there are only three reasons!
What on earth does this mausoleum have to do with "that person"?
Yun Luo looked at the crystal coffin unconsciously, and suddenly his body froze, and his pupils slowly opened wide...
Nangong Jin didn't notice anything unusual about her and continued talking.
"Although we have the same name and surname, and the same handwriting, this kind of coincidence is indeed relatively rare, but it is better than... Hey, beauty! Are you listening to me?"
"Nangong Jin, let me ask you a question."
Yun Luo spoke coldly.
"What's wrong with you?" Nangong Jin found that her face was very ugly, and she was a little worried.
Yun Luo turned his head and looked at him faintly, "Do you think... the woman in the crystal coffin looks very similar to me?"
This sentence seems to be blowing with a dark wind.
Nangong Jin suddenly got goosebumps.
He turned his head back in horror: "Isn't it? Beauty, don't scare me..."
As he said this, his eyes fell on the crystal coffin unconsciously. He looked at it for a few times and then turned to look at Yun Luo...
Look at the coffin again, then look at Yun Luo, after going back and forth several times——
"Fuck!!!"
Nangong Jin shouted and almost jumped up on the spot.
Even Ji Yuan and Bei Chenhan below the high platform were frightened, "Ajin, what's wrong with you?"
"What happened?"
"If you don't say I haven't noticed it yet, you...how can you be so similar?!"
Nangong Jin didn't bother to answer them, she was in a mess.
As a romantic young man with confidantes all over the world and countless beauties, he has a photographic memory of the appearance and characteristics of any beautiful woman.
I haven't thought about this before, so I don't think so.
Nowadays, they look more and more like each other.
Especially the translucent appearance of the crystal coffin. You can't see clearly the face of the woman in the coffin. You can only see the outline of the body, which is almost exactly the same as Yun Luo...
"How could this happen? Did I see it wrong?"
Nangong Jin scratched her hair in confusion, her eyes constantly wandering between the crystal coffin and Yun Luo. Finally, she desperately discovered that not only was he right, but they looked more and more alike...
How much does it look like——
If he didn't look at the front face but only looked at the figure and back, he could hardly tell which one was the real Yun Luo!