A bright light was suddenly emitted from the inner cave, passing through the thick stone wall and falling on the wall of the outer cave.

When the light was projected on the wall, it gathered into a figure. He was dressed in gorgeous robes and spread his long hair. In a trance, he seemed to be crazy about beauty, and his temperament was cold and dusty.

Everyone was stunned.

"Where did this come from?" Some people are in panic.

At this time, the temperature in the cave suddenly decreased, and Zhengling saw many people frozen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some sharp people found something wrong and ran away.

"Ah, there's a ghost."

But the outer hole was suddenly blocked.

The light and shadow on the wall slowly became three-dimensional, and the young man in brocade suddenly walked down from the wall.

He is so handsome and refined that he can be a stranger like jade. The childe is unparalleled in the world.

Everyone in the cave was stunned.

At this time, a few lines of Sanskrit on the wall suddenly left blood. Zheng Ling saw the Sanskrit and somehow read its meaning.

This tomb is evil. Stay away from it.

Seeing evil spirits makes you blind.

Hearing his voice, he lost his hearing.

......

Zheng Ling's face turned gray with fear.

By this time, the people in the hole had begun to change. Some people's eyes began to bleed and some people's ears began to pierce.

Zheng Ling shrank in the corner and stared at the scene.

But the leader seemed unaffected.

He was not afraid at all. He said to 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 poison gas. Then each of you will have a lot of inexplicable fantasies."

Zheng Ling was puzzled when he heard the speech.

Then the dream she had previously was not also a fantasy, was it?

After all, it's weird.

Just then, the light and shadow suddenly floated in front of Zheng Ling. Zheng Ling heard the young man's voice in his dream ring low and affectionate.

"Mother."

Zheng Ling covered his ears and said in his heart, "you can no longer be controlled by poison gas and think nonsense. These are illusions."

But the boy's voice sounded softly: "Mom, don't be afraid. The child won't hurt you. I've been waiting for you for so long, and you finally came.

Mother, I miss you so much. "

The voice of the youth is full of the torture of missing.

Zheng Ling slowly took away her hand covering her ears, and she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the boy squatting in front of her, she reached out and touched the boy's cheek.

But what the hand touches is a wisp of emptiness.

The young man said, "Mom, the child is just a wisp of soul."

Zheng Ling trembled and asked, "how can I revive you?"

"Mom, you lead Hanbao's soul to my flesh. The child can be resurrected. But it's me who resurrects, but it's not your favorite Hanbao. Will you?"

Zheng Ling's heart suddenly trembled, "can't Han Bao come back?"

She was devastated by the fact.

The young man said, "Mom, Han Bao is just a part of me. After his soul returns to my body, he can revive his soul with his body. But I came back thousands of years ago, not Han Bao. Mom, do you want it?"

Zheng Ling thought of the boy in his dream and his miserable and beautiful fate.

It was a very kind and affectionate young man, but Zhengling wisely caught that the young man in the cemetery was by no means a complete him.

As he said, if he returns, he is not a cold treasure.