Walking in the cemetery late at night would make people feel creepy, not to mention that they were followed by a creature who didn’t know whether it was a human or a ghost.

The dilapidated oil lamp did not provide enough light, and the waning moon in the sky was looming due to the dark clouds. Zhao Xin followed the Black Emperor on the small stone path and walked forward.

During this period, the two of them had no conversation. The Black Emperor seemed not used to talking, and Zhao Xin did not ask too many questions. He knew that as long as he kept up, it would be fine if he didn't ask some questions.

"We are here..." The Black Emperor in front stopped, and in front of him was the entrance of the catacomb. There were two broken statues on the left and right of the entrance. These were statues of two snakes. The white snake was quite complete. The oil lamp in the mouth swayed in the breeze, but the black snake statue was completely damaged and turned into a pile of stones and fell to the ground.

Looking at the tomb that was dark and even light could not enter, Zhao Xin rubbed his nose and walked down. He didn't ask any questions. Since the Black Emperor said that his destination had arrived, he said he wanted to go down.

However, he was blocked by the Black Emperor and handed the dim oil lamp in his hand to Zhao Xin. The Black Emperor spoke again: "Take it, I will save my life."

Look at the oil lamp and then the Black Emperor. Zhao Xin knew that the other party was not joking. Is there any danger in this tomb?

After taking the oil lamp, Zhao Xin said: "Thank you."

"I'm here, waiting for you." After the Black Emperor said that, he stopped saying a word. Zhao Xin walked into the tomb with an oil lamp. Looking at the back that disappeared in the dark, a trace of confusion flashed in the golden eyes of the Black Emperor. Then he shook his head slightly and looked up at the waning moon covered by dark clouds in the sky. His voice echoed in the dark: "I hate this world..."

The oil lamp in his hand barely illuminates the narrow space around him. Zhao Xin went downward but never stopped, but the process lasted for dozens of minutes or even longer. The tunnel seemed to have no end, and it seemed to lead to the depths of hell.

He could not feel the wind or hear the sound. At this time, Zhao Xin even wondered whether he was going down or up, because he had completely lost his sense of direction.

Click...

The tiny sound became extremely harsh in this environment. Zhao Xin stopped and looked somewhere. He was not sure where the sound was coming from. He just moved his sight by feeling or instinct. He raised his right hand and lifted the oil lamp. Then in the dim light, he saw a lifelike statue.

This is a statue of a man, but the other person looks very painful, as if he is suffering from some torture. He raised his hand and seemed to be trying to grab something, but in vain. The oil lamp in his hand kept moving, and finally the light stopped at the waist of the statue, because Zhao Xin saw something very familiar here, which was a mask.

He had only seen this mask once, and it was the mask that the police, civilians and killers wore to cover up their identities in the second Zhou Changzhong!

"..." Zhao Xin was a little puzzled. Why did such a statue appear in the tunnel? Then he shook his head slightly and continued to walk forward. He did not notice that when the oil lamp in his hand moved, the moment when the darkness enveloped the statue again, the eyes of the statue, which should be lifeless, actually moved. He looked at Zhao Xin's back, and the viciousness and resentment were hidden by the darkness.

After that, Zhao Xin didn't walk for long, he left the long tunnel and came to a tomb chamber where space was not considered a problem.

The round top was shining with bright silver light, and the walls and ground were covered with cracks. Several stone pillars supporting the tomb chamber collapsed on the ground. Some unknown food and crawling tigers covered the rock surface. Zhao Xin could hear the sound of water droplets and the chirping of crickets.

Under the moonlight like silver light, there is a slightly tilted tombstone, and behind this tombstone is a sarcophagus. When you approach and squat in front of the tombstone, you can push away the plants covering the tombstone, and Zhao Xin smiled.

Because the name on this tombstone is himself, and the tomb is his.

Although I had guessed this possibility when I came here, I always felt a little strange when I looked at my grave. Since this is the case, this sarcophagus was prepared for me?

My spiritual world is really interesting. It is said that the spiritual world is a true portrayal of a person. Is my biggest dream to hope that I will be finished soon and then erect a monument to be buried?

I can't complain a little.

"Leave something, what." At this time, Zhao Xin heard the voice of the Black Emperor. He stood up and grabbed his head and said with a smile: "You asked me to come down to leave a last word for yourself? Leave an epitaph?"

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"What should I say? You and the White Emperor are people who have something to do with me. The scenes of both of them are so interesting. The destruction city and the cemetery with their own tombs are indeed weird." Zhao Xin shrugged: "But you are right. Since you are here, you have to leave something. Instead of letting others write an epitaph for me, I should do it myself. What should I write? The great Zhao Xin, the treasure of all mankind is here forever?"

Zhao Xin sat on the ground, put the oil lamp beside him, rubbed his chin and stared at the slightly tilted tombstone. He was not joking now, but was really trying to leave something. In fact, this was also an opportunity in his opinion. After all, it was useless to write anything after he died. It would be better to leave a sentence when he was still alive.

However, Zhao Xin was embarrassed as to what to leave. He wanted to leave too much, but he didn't know how to choose, because he liked many famous quotes and quotes from many people. He always felt that if he wanted to write them all, this small tombstone would not be enough.

Time passed by little by little, and finally Zhao Xin clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I know what I left behind."

At this moment, two words appeared on the tombstone in front of Zhao Xin, just like someone carved it with a tool. Then the Black Emperor's voice came again: "That's it, is that okay?"

"Yes, that's enough, it's simple and easy to understand, and..." Zhao Xin paused for a moment, and then said, "And this is also a little warning to myself. What should I do next?"

As soon as Zhao Xin finished speaking, he left the tomb and returned to the ground. The Black Emperor was still standing quietly. When Zhao Xin came back, the Black Emperor said, "If this is done, I can finally leave this world that hates and depressing."

The Black Emperor's language suddenly became smoother, and then the pile of broken statues on the ground began to recover and soon turned into a complete black snake. The Black Emperor hung the oil lamp that he had handed to Zhao Xin in the mouth of the Black Snake and said, "I'm glad to meet you, brother."

After the Black Emperor said that, he turned into smoke and crawled into the black statue. The black snake's eyes gradually became brighter and turned golden, just like the white snake.

"Is that over?" Zhao Xin asked looking at the two statues, but no one answered his question. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated. Although the waning moon was still in the sky, the whole world was much brighter.

"You brothers are so cool, what should I do? How should I leave?" Zhao Xin asked, and then he disappeared from the spot.

When he left, the world welcomed another visitor. He and Zhao Xin had exactly the same appearance, but had a pair of golden eyes. When he came to the entrance of the tomb, the light in the black and white snake statue's eyes suddenly became brighter, and a layer of light film covered the entrance of the tomb, preventing the man from entering.

He touched the light film with his hands, but the feeling of an electric shock came, and the man shook his head slightly: "You are really ruthless, aren't I Zhao Xin?"

"Forget it, I deserve it..." The man smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned around and left, but at this time the darkness dissipated, the waning moon in the sky became blurred, and a rising sun broke through the horizon and illuminated the entire world.

When he came to the cliff on the side of the cemetery, the man looked at the dawn light and smiled and said to himself: "Although the moon is the most beautiful, the sun is the warmest. Are you right, Enlin?"

Looking at the angry sun, the man stood here, as if he was recalling something.

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