dark.

dizziness.

Wang Tu wished he had been in a coma for how long.

In the endless darkness, Wang Tuhen saw many people, many enemies and friends he had seen in this dark and impermanent world.

Some of them glared at him, some looked down on him, but the last one was his sister.

In her stubborn eyes, a trace of tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

"Brother, aren't you going to come and save me?"

A voice echoed in his mind, as if it exploded his memory.

Countless fragments of broken memory began to appear in his mind.

In a trance, he heard the voice again.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Can you hear me?"

The sound rang out impatiently and frequently.

Wang Tuhen opened his eyes with difficulty. The first thing he wanted was a man in an ancient costume robe, his eyes were staring at him.

There is a floor surrounded by a torch light, which looks like the same building I have been before.

Ancient costume?

Long gown?

In this displaced end of the world, Wang Tuhen only saw this outfit on one person.

And that person said he came from Xianqin.

It is rumored that it was an extremely ancient country, and it has been buried in endless yellow sand by history.

But that person said why can't the immortal Qin become an immortal?

The pre-Qin period has long been transformed into a fairy Qin.

"Are you from Xian Qin?"

Wang Tuheng used all his strength to say this.

Huaduo frowned, and he could not recognize the inexplicable words in the mouth of the people in front of him.

Helplessly, Huaduo had to turn his head and look in front of him and shouted loudly: "Xuandu."

Wang Tuhen, who was lying flat on the ground, couldn't understand Huadu's language, but he could feel the extremely ancient charm.

He became more and more sure that the person in front of him must have come from Xian Qin.

But why can't he understand what he said at all?

The man in white who came last time was obviously able to communicate.

Wang Tuhen looked over Huaduo's gaze. He was wearing a blue dress and had many patches on him, but it did not affect his temperament at all.

It is like a bamboo forest after the rain, or a secluded orchid in the empty valley.

That is a kind of indifference.

"how?"

Xuan Du put the Tianwen sword in his hand into the scabbard and turned around to look over.

They were extremely clear eyes.

"He woke up!"

Huadu pointed to the humanitarianism under his feet.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Zheng also turned around, and the long sword Mo Yuan in his hand was already behind him.

The entire tall building's corpse ghouls have been completely cleaned up, and he doesn't need to do some of the residue.

"woke up?"

Zhao Zheng raised his head.

Xuandu and Zhao Zheng walked to Wang Tuheng at the same time.

The person in front of him is the only living person they have seen in this dead and silent end times. In this unknown world, the information of the entire world needs to be learned from his mouth.

How many living people are there in this world?

What power is there?

Where is the grain they are looking for with a yield of 1,000 acres per mu?

Everything is a question.

Seeing the two of them coming, Huaduo shook his head and said:

"But I found that I couldn't understand what he said at all?"

"Discourse not understood?"

Zhao Zheng frowned and then lowered his body.

The black robe he wore was wearing, and the power of the emperor who had just revealed his sharpness, gave people a very solemn dominance.

"say!"

Zhao Zheng only said two words.

Wang Tuhen looked at the person in front of him. Before he was unconscious, he vaguely remembered that a man in black walked into the hall.

It seems like a teenager.

Do these two teenagers seem to be the headmaster?

"Are you from Xian Qin?"

Wang Tuhen hissed with all his strength again.

He sensed his weak limbs.

When Wang Tuhen was still awake, he knew that he had been picked up and had broken the meridians of his limbs.

Now the only one who can save his sister and brother is the former immortal Qin man.

The man said before leaving that there will be people from Xianqin coming here in the future.

Wang Tuhen could only wish that they were from Xianqin.

This is the only point of light in the vast dark night.

Otherwise, Wang Tu would not know how she would survive in the end of the world if her sister was only ten years old.

"Xian Qin?"

Among the cleaned floors.

In the eyes of Huadu and Xuandu, the Qin King Sun, who is an immortal disciple, suddenly said something they could not understand.

That kind of text and notes are very similar to the voice of the person in front of you.

"Are you from Xian Qin?"

Wang Tuheng seemed to see a ray of hope, and he opened his eyes wide and asked again.

After hearing his voice, Zhao Zheng became more sure that what he was talking about was Xian Qin.

The language spoken in front of me is the same as the language taught by my master.

Could he be from the fairy world?

It doesn't look like it!

Zhao Zheng looked at the person in front of him and spoke again:

"I am Xianqin Cun Zheng, who are you?"

Zhao Zheng did not say that he was the grandson of the Qin King or an immortal disciple. This trial was just like what Wu'an Jun Bai Qi said, everyone was an immortal Qin infantryman.

Wang Tuhen, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to sit up as if he wanted to struggle, but he failed in the end.

He had no choice but to lie on the cleaned tiles and said in his throat that was almost smoky:

"I am Wang Tuhen."

"A long time ago, there was a man wearing a white dress and could overturn countless corpses with just one hand. He said that there might be people from Xian Qin here in the future."

Zhao Zheng frowned gently. Can he overturn countless corpse ghosts with one hand, or be dressed in white?

Isn’t that his master?

He asked with his head down:

"What else did he say?"
To be continued...