As long as Shen Wanqing made a sound, 748 it was rolling and crawling. He hurriedly replied to Shen Wanqing's questions without any hesitation. But I don't know what's going on today. 748 is half a ring and there is no movement.
Shen Wanqing frowned and shouted a few 748 names.
Now 748 finally answered, but the answer sounded intermittent, "I... I'm... Sleeping... Host..."
"What's the matter with you?"
The electronic sound of 748 is intermittent, "748 also... I don't know... I don't know... But... It may be because of... In this world... That the signal reception of 748... Is unstable..."
"This world?" Shen Wanqing grasped the key point and asked, "not this plane?"
748 replied, "no... not..."
"Su... The host's noumenon is still in that plane, but it should be that now the host's consciousness has been pulled out... Through that tomb... Into... Into... The world of this tomb..." 748 intermittently explained.
"The world of this tomb?" Shen Wanqing frowned.
"748 is also... Not sure... But... But it's nothing more than... It's two possibilities... Before the host... Because the magnetic field in the graveyard controls the mind... What happens... And triggers the opportunity."
"So the host came to this place... There are only two possibilities. One is to come to the life of the tomb owner... Memory life, and the other is to come to the tomb... The parallel world of the tomb owner."
Shen Wanqing's eyes sank. If her life memory was good, she just needed to be a bystander and watch silently.
But if it were a parallel world... What she did would have something to do with what is now a thousand years later.
According to the parallel world, she came to the world of the tomb owner, from the modern world thousands of years later to the ancient world thousands of years ago, and made a conscious space-time shuttle.
"Now a very important question comes, dog eight. Who is the owner of this tomb?"
Hearing the speech, 748 was silent, "... This, su... Host me... I don't know..."
Shen Wanqing paused and seemed silent.
It seemed that he was afraid that Shen Wanqing would be angry. 748 hurriedly opened his mouth, "but 748 can... It can be confirmed that this should be... Gold Lord's father's cemetery. As for who gold Lord's father is, 748... Can't be... Sure enough. Only when the host sees... Gold Lord's father... Can 7... 748 bind... Confirm."
The tomb of the boy
Shen Wanqing couldn't help narrowing her eyes. She didn't feel very surprised because she had guessed a little earlier.
However, as for who the teenager is
Shen Wanqing came out of the alley while touching his chin.
The street in front of us should have been very busy. At the moment, only small stalls are left there, and people are far away.
Shen Wanqing turned his head and looked at the front not far away, where the crowd surged and the scream could still be heard here.
The girl's brown eyes looked a little deep and quiet. She put her hands in her pockets and even walked over.
According to the identity of each aspect of the youth in the past, Shen Wanqing had intuition. The movement was so big that he was probably a teenager.
After all, the identity of teenagers is always the kind of leverage.