Chapter 1341 (1/2)

After a moment, Chu Yan's look returned to his usual indifference.

He turned to the man beside him and looked at him like himself: ”that old man, what is the means?”

The identity of the other party is obviously the one behind the gate of hell.

”Rare ability.” The other side said, ”it may be some kind of ancient inheritance.”

”Sansheng mountain, Sansheng, the past life, the present life and the future are the three lives.” After a little thought, Chu Yan looked at the people beside him again and asked with a smile, ”why don't you stop talking?”

With that, Chu Yan also imitated the tone of the other party's past speech.

”It could be... Some... Ancient... Heritage

You usually talk like this.

Why not now?

Is it the zombies you swallowed before that fed you up? ”

Chu Yan's tone, with ridicule.

The other side rolled his eyes and ignored him.

Originally that is to tease each other, now that the other side did not answer, Chu Yan naturally will not be too much entangled in this aspect.

He quickly turned his attention back to the real problem.

”I'm trapped in the memory of the past now? Can we still see the past and the future?

What about the others? ”

”I don't know.” The one behind the gate of hell answered simply, ”but the longer you stay here, the more dangerous you are.”

Chu Yan also understood the danger the other side said.

Just like him just now, if he is not awakened by the other party, he may not be aware of his deep memory.

In this way, if you later see yourself in the previous life, or even in the next life, the overlap of three identities and three memories may directly make you become a madman or an idiot.

And even if they didn't become idiots, their bodies are still in the palace.

Now the only prayer is that the old man is really a human body.

In this case, it may not be so easy to kill the monks in a short time.

”But, this is also a short time...” Chu Yan murmured.

……

In the palace, the old man, who was the emperor of the former dynasty, was sitting on the coffin, with the twisted figure on the coffin under his buttocks.

He stood there at the moment, but like Chu Yan and others who fell into a deep sleep, with a sneer on his lips, eating the fruit one by one.

At the foot of him, there was a pile of stone and peel.

Strong aroma, from the core and peel.

Over 20000 years of natural resources and land treasures, even the core and peel, are enough to make any monk crazy.

But now the old man turned a blind eye to them all and ate only the flesh.

As the fruits were swallowed by him, the old man's shriveled body gradually filled up.

The wrinkles on the face are gradually becoming shallow.

His breath became deep, and his body, like a dead tree, was slowly coming back to life.

And his eyes, always fell on Chu Yan and others, never moved away.

There are three swirling eyes, full of cold and forest.

……