Song Yueying stood blankly on the spot, her mouth slightly open, watching in shock what was happening in front of her.
Song Yueying felt doubtful about any of this strange man's previous actions, but at least they were within her acceptance range.
But the scene before her now was really beyond her cognition. She never imagined that this person would do such a thing to her.
Although she couldn't understand this man's weird ritual, she at least knew that no matter which country or region it was, kneeling down on one's knees was a supreme courtesy. It was impossible to receive this courtesy without extreme respect.
Besides, this person kidnapped me! Why did he kneel down to me like this?
This misalignment is a bit too serious, right?
"Who...are you? Or, who am I?" Song Yueying continued to ask the man.
After asking, I remembered that the other person couldn't speak, so I couldn't get the answer from his mouth.
The two of them faced off like this for more than ten minutes, and Song Yueying kept thinking about where to find a breakthrough.
The weird behavior of a weird person was enough to make her doubt her own life experience!
Suddenly, a few drops of water fell on Song Yueying's face, and then more and more, the moon disappeared into the clouds, and it started to rain lightly.
The man in the raincoat stood up immediately, took off his raincoat, and respectfully handed it to Song Yueying with both hands.
"If you don't mind being dirty, put it on!" The man actually spoke.
"Can you speak?" Song Yueying was speechless.
He obviously knows how to talk, but he still makes things so complicated, and has been struggling for so long for nothing.
Soon, the rain became heavier and heavier, and it turned into a heavy downpour in an instant.
It was hard for Song Yueying to think about not wearing it now. She didn't want to hold her head in the rain, so she immediately took the raincoat and put it on herself.
"Can you raise your head, please?" Song Yueying said to the man in the raincoat in a commanding tone.
The raincoat man took off his raincoat and gave it to Song Yueying. His entire face was exposed, with only the hair covering his face.
Song Yueying simply stretched out her jade hand to hold his chin, trying to lift his face.
The man in the raincoat still wanted to resist, but Song Yueying said domineeringly: "I ordered you to raise your head, does it work? Are you planning to resist my order?"
After saying that, he waited for the raincoat man's reaction. Sure enough, the raincoat man no longer resisted and slowly raised his head.
This is a young man with very white skin, or his face is very pale and bloodless. If Song Yueying has seen the Xiang Corpse, she should feel familiar.
However, this man's face is not as ferocious and terrifying as Xiang Zhi. On the contrary, apart from being expressionless, his face is still handsome enough, with sharp edges and corners, with a toughness and a sense of elegance, although it also has a sense of elegance.
An overwhelming chill.
The most eye-catching thing is the eye-catching cross scar in the corner of one of his eyes, as if he was injured by a sharp weapon, adding a bit of a ferocious past to him.
"How should I call you?" Song Yueying said to the man in the raincoat.
In fact, the man in the raincoat is the tomb keeper, Qin Junmie's personal guard, the mysterious tomb keeper that Qin Junmie and Gui Hai evil met on the Pacific island.
"I don't have a name!" the tomb man replied to Song Yueying.
The name Tomb Man was given to him by Qin Junmie, and he has been repaying him by being loyal to Qin Junmie.
However, the tomb man did not really regard Qin Junmi as his master!
He has been looking for his true master!
"Alas! You are pitiful too! In fact, I am the same, Song Yueying is not my name, I don't know what my name is, I am also a person without a name!" Song Yueying sighed softly, and in an instant she had the same fate as the tomb man.
Feeling of pity.
"Tell me, do you know anything about my past?" Song Yueying asked the graveman again.
The graveman then took out something, which was a pendant. Inside the pendant was a picture of a woman.
Song Yueying took a look and saw that this woman looked very similar to her. It seemed that she was related by blood.
To say that there is no relationship seems extremely far-fetched. Could it be that by such a coincidence, there is such a woman who looks like me?
Song Yueying believes that there are special feelings in this world, and she is encountering this special feeling now.
This feeling told her: she must be related to the woman in the photo.
However, it was completely impossible to determine whether this woman was her sister, mother, aunt, grandma, grandma... I could only look at the man in front of me with questioning eyes.
"I'm sorry, I actually don't know who this person is! But this is my mission. I am responsible for guarding the tombs of this person's family. I am the tomb keeper of this family. This has been true for generations. My father gave me the Zhenlong Pen.
I will take over this mission when you have it in your hands!" the tomb man said.
As he spoke, his hands loosened, and a metal brush fell out from both sleeves.
The pair of metal brushes were about half a meter long, just hidden in the sleeves of a pair of arms, very concealed.
"Zhenlong pen?"
Song Yueying was born as a killer and had seen all kinds of strange weapons. She quickly recognized that this should be a weapon called the Judge's Pen.
This is the Tomb Man's weapon, but he rarely uses it. Because with his combat power, he rarely needs to use the weapon, and basically never encounters it.
For example, when dealing with Chu Zongheng before, it was an absolute crushing force. If he used the Dragon Suppressing Pen again, Chu Zongheng would have been dead long ago.
"Because I look like the woman in your jade pendant, that's why you treat me like that, right?" Song Yueying pointed to the tomb man's jade pendant and asked him.
The grave man nodded.
"Then can I think of it this way: I am your master now. Not only must you protect my safety, but you must also obey all my orders. You must do whatever I ask you to do! Huh?" Song Yueying asked again
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"Yes!" the tomb man replied firmly.
Song Yueying smiled happily, and she couldn't hide the joy on her face.
She was captured by Song Wushen when she was a child, underwent devil training and became an outstanding killer, and then continued to be exploited by Song Wushen.
It can be said that she spent most of her life in a state of slavery. It was not until she killed Song Wushen with her own hands that this career ended.
However, the shadow of enslavement has taken over her world and she has never been able to get rid of it.
Countless nights, she was awakened by nightmares!
She never thought that she could enslave others as she pleased, and she was a rare top master!
At this moment, Song Yueying found it extremely fun for no reason!
More than just fun, she felt such an extreme sense of satisfaction that she almost forgot about everything in an instant.
"Are you sure? I am your master, you are mine...! Forget it, you are not my slave, at least you are my servant, right?" Song Yueying's beautiful eyes flashed.
"I swear to be loyal to my master to the death!" the tomb man said as if he were swearing an oath.
"It's interesting! Haha...!" Song Yueying laughed loudly.
The woman's laughter in the cemetery area seemed a little hysterical inexplicably in the dark night. She was really excited!