"Where am I?"

Lin Qing covered her head with her hands, broke through the shackles of darkness, opened her closed eyes, looked at the ceiling above her head blankly, and murmured to herself.

The soul was in the darkness. It seemed that a moment had passed, and it seemed that thousands of years had passed. When he came back to his senses, the scene in front of him came into view. What shocked Lin Qing was that the ceiling above his head was different from what he had imagined.

It was different. What I saw when I looked up was a silk curtain. The big bed was as spacious and luxurious as the Simmons I slept on. A gentle sniff through my nostrils revealed a classical charm. This must have been older.

The big bed carved with red rosewood is an antique among antiques. Why is he here? Why is he sleeping on this antique big bed among antiques?

"I am there, am I not dead?"

"No, this is not my face. My hands, my face can't be so smooth and white! Could it be that I was reborn as a daughter after my death?" Lin Qing didn't notice the situation around her.

Realizing that he was not dead, he touched his smooth and white cheeks and felt a little unable to recover.

Thinking that she might have been born in the wrong fetus and turned into a girl, Lin Qing couldn't care less about anything else and screamed. Then she lifted up the ferret quilt and took a look at her pants. She found that her little brother was still there, with a face on her face.

There was a hint of joy.

"Fortunately, fortunately, the little bitch is still here. She is a leader, not a girl. I am still a man."

"But it's wrong. I'm obviously dead. I was beaten into a hornet's nest by that Dongying man's machine gun. How could I still be alive? Moreover, these hands and this skin are just like when I was fourteen or fifteen years old, right after I died."

It's impossible to reincarnate so quickly. When you wake up, you will be fourteen or fifteen years old." Lin Qing sat up and muttered to himself in a daze.

While talking, through the curtain, Lin Qing saw two young girls walking towards the bedside, and immediately closed his mouth with some luck. He suddenly appeared in this strange place, and he had to get to know them well.

He wanted to understand why he was here.

"ah!"

"Master...Master, you wake up!"

"ah……"

"There is a ghost, a fake corpse!"

"Come quickly, the young master has faked the corpse!"

…

Chuncao and Dongmei sent the master and his wife away. Dongmei returned to the young master's bed as a routine, opened the bed curtain, and saw the young master Ning Qing sitting upright in front of the bed and looking at him blankly. She couldn't help but

exclaimed.

When Chun Cao heard the sound and saw Ning Qing, she screamed as if she had seen a ghost. Her pale and pretty face was full of fear. It could be said that she rushed towards the door while crawling.

"I'm not dead yet. I'm a living person. What do you guys call me!"

The ultra-decibel screams seemed to be able to penetrate the roof. Lin Qing unconsciously covered her ears and said in a depressed voice.

As a young archaeologist in the 21st century, Lin Qing has gained a strong reputation in the archaeological community at the age of thirty-seven. Because in an underground tomb, an emperor's tomb was discovered. This emperor's tomb is not the same as in history.

The tomb of any known emperor, dating from ancient times to the present, this emperor's tomb far exceeds historical records, has a history of tens of thousands of years, and far exceeds human historical records. What he never expected was to enter this emperor's tomb and enter.

It brought him a fatal disaster.

Lin Qing believed that there were chaotic gods and strange forces in the world. The strange incident happened to him. He clearly remembered that he had been shot to death, but how could he still be alive? He immediately wanted to understand what happened.

thing.

For a moment, Lin Qing and Na Dongmei started pinching each other with their big eyes staring at each other. You looked at me, and I looked at you.

"Master, you are really not dead!"

"God bless! God bless!"

"Bah, bah, bah... look at my crow's mouth, the young master is so good, how could he be dead!" Dongmei was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and was Ning Qing's personal maid. At this moment, she was staring at Lin Qing with big eyes.

Yes, her big and smart eyes were dazzling. She boldly touched Lin Qing's hand and found that his hand was hot. A touching blush appeared on her shy and pretty face, and she couldn't help but exclaimed.

I realized that there was something wrong with my tone. Thinking that my young master was not dead, and even touched his hand, I shyly spat out my pink tongue, which was very tempting.

"Qing'er!"

"My Qing'er, Qing'er is not dead, my Qing'er is not dead..."

Chun Cao's exclamation attracted the attention of Mrs. Qin who had just walked to the outer courtyard. The middle-aged beautiful woman quickly returned to the room with the support of Ning Zhongtian, and saw Lin Qing and Na Dongmei staring at each other there.

He immediately took Lin Qing into his arms and cried with joy. Tears like pearls rolled down from his smooth and jade face. He held Ning Qing tightly in his arms, for fear that he would

It seemed like it had flown away.

"Chuntao, what's going on? When did the young master wake up?" Looking at Lin Qing, who was a little confused, confused and at a loss, Ning Zhongtian frowned unconsciously and looked at the man outside.

Chun Cao shouted and asked.

"Master Qi, we don't know either. We just sent you and your wife away. When we returned to the bed, we saw the young master sitting up straight. The servant thought it was a fake corpse, so we alerted the master and his wife." Chun Cao.

Hearing this, he explained in a low voice with an uneasy look on his face. As he spoke, he stared at the calm Ning Zhongtian with a fearful look on his face. His brows were furrowed and his heart was in his throat.

"Qing'er, is she talking to me? My name is Lin Qing, Qing'er..." Hearing the middle-aged beautiful woman's concerned call, Lin Qing kept thinking in her mind.

"Ah... my head hurts so much, my head hurts so much!" Lin Qing thought of his identity, which touched the long-standing memory deep in his mind. Suddenly, a huge amount of information rushed into Lin Qing's mind.

There was a cramping pain, as if being scratched by a knife, and the memory of the previous life also appeared in his mind. One person, the memory of two lives, Lin Qing screamed in pain, and then the whole person fell into a coma.

"City Master Ning, your son is suffering from amnesia. Without his three souls and seven souls, his heart will be broken and he will naturally not be able to live. But City Master Ning has extraordinary skills and actually found your son's three souls and seven souls. It's really...

Fortunately, as for your son's heart, all he needs is a pill of "Shengsheng Good Fortune Pills", and he will be able to be alive and kicking when he wakes up.

"My son's soul has been lost, and he is feeling unwell with his body. He needs to rest for a period of time to get in tune with his body. During this period, there is no need to do strenuous exercise, otherwise the newly healed heart veins will burst again, and it will be difficult to recover by then.

," an old man with a goatee, white hair and a boyish face, who checked Ning Qing's pulse three times in a row, looked in disbelief as he watched with some disbelief that the young man who had just been sentenced to death miraculously woke up, and then rushed towards him.

Ning Zhong Tiandao was guarding the side.

"Amnesia, could it be that Qing'er's soul was trapped somewhere and just came back today!" Ning Zhongtian is the lord of Blackwater City and a strong man in the rebirth realm. He knows that in addition to cultivating body, people can break the body.

Acupuncture points all over the body, the next thing to cultivate is the three souls and seven souls in the body, which is what the immortal family calls the divine soul. Once the three souls and seven souls leave the body, the person is really dead, he couldn't help but murmur to himself.

At this moment, Ning Zhongtian secretly thought about who wanted to take away Ning Qing's soul. This was definitely not a method that a monk in the Reborn Realm could use. It was most likely a master in the Transcendent Realm. But who could invite him?

He had to use masters in the extraordinary realm to deal with his Ning family, and also to deal with a little kid who had just entered the innate world.

"City Lord Ning, since your son has taken the Shengsheng Good Fortune Pill and is no longer in trouble, I will take my leave." The Shengsheng Good Fortune Pill is a sacred healing medicine for warriors. It can revive human flesh and bones, and it is a piece of cake to repair damaged heart veins.

, Mr. Mo checked Ning Qing's body again, and when he saw that his pulse was stable, he couldn't help but stand up and say goodbye.

"Ah... Mr. Mo, I'm sorry to bother you, please leave slowly without seeing me off!"

Ning Zhongtian came back to his senses and smiled at Doctor Mo with a look of regret. Then he shouted to the servant outside the door,

"Here, send Doctor Mo off."

After sending Doctor Mo away, Ning Zhongtian began to take a closer look at Ning Qing, who fell into a deep sleep. His son suddenly woke up, and he was relieved. Although he still had two heirs, he was the one he was most optimistic about.

Still the same Ning Qing.
Chapter completed!