“Where is this?”

Xicheng style eyes scanned.

He loosened the rope of the wooden bridge and jumped to the left, not a random choice.

But because he discovered a part that was bulging under the thick rock wall.

This prominent part formed a small platform of about ten square meters, which was enough for him to be with the White Mist God Son.

He originally planned to come to this platform for a while, but until he gained a foothold and landed on this platform, he realized that the schised platform was not formed naturally.

In front of me is a deep path at the entrance of the cave that leads to nowhere.

On both sides are braziers with wood brackets that are already burnt black and have a very old-fashioned look.

These are all traces of people who have been active here.

What are they doing here?

What's hidden here...?

Xicheng style thought in her mind and lifted the flashlight up.

The vertical light shines inward.

But what is incomprehensible is that the light of the strong flashlight is completely cut off by the darkness when it only shoots into it.

Xicheng style stands here.

The entrance of the cave is over there.

The front and back sides are like two worlds, neatly separated.

At this moment, the God of White Mist finally recovered.

She looked at the hole and subconsciously said a noun:

"The land of the first tomb..."

"Um?"

After hearing the unconscious lines of the Godzi Baiwu, Xichengshi subconsciously turned around and looked at her, and asked directly: "Do you know where this place is?"

"Ah? I...? Alas...? No... How do I know where this is? What exactly is this..."

A confused look appeared on the face of the God of White Mist, and a confusion appeared in his eyes.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Seeing that she looked a little shaky, Xicheng Shi walked over to support her without hesitation.

The next moment.

"Thank you very much, Shijun."

The Godzi Baiwu held the Xicheng-style palm and stood firm.

She raised her head, and her delicate and beautiful face was calm and calm.

That gentle and gentle temperament is like a sudden change of someone else.

Looking at the White Mist God Son like this, Xicheng-style took two steps back and his voice was slightly lowered: "Who are you?"

The symptom of the White Mist God Son when he appeared on Shi Dizang next to the road again.

"...Who am I...it doesn't matter." Baiwu Shenzi looked at Nishijoshi with soft eyes: "In fact, even if you know who I am, it will not help the next itinerary-"

Before the other party finished his words, Xicheng Shi interrupted with an expressionless expression:

"If you insist on not telling me your identity, I will force you to say it."

When he finished speaking, he added:

"Or, do you really think it's useful to say some lines that are ridiculous in games or movies?"

Half of talking and hide half of it.

To be honest, Xicheng style is the most annoying plot in games or movies.

If you want to say it, just say it, and if you don’t say it, I will force you to say it.

That's what it means.

What Xicheng style dislikes the most is people who don’t speak directly.

"No, you can't do it, Shijun. I know you." Although the sudden interruption of Nishicheng style made the Godzi Baiwu stunned.

But she didn't care.

Xicheng style is not the kind of person who is good at using violence.

"I know you, Shijun, you are not that kind of person."

The son of the White Mist said confidently.

The big eyes were shining with inexplicable brilliance, which made her look mysterious.

Then--

Then she was directly grabbed by Xichengshi.

Well...

The White Mist Godson opened his mouth, his eyes flashed with unknown colors:

"Shijun?"

The style of Xicheng is unheard of, and a dry wooden strip was pulled off from the rock wall next to it.

Why???

The white mist godson's eyes widened and spoke in disbelief:

"Shijun?"

Xicheng style had no expression on his face and pinched the wooden strips into his hand.

Um?!!

"What do you want to do in Shijun?"

The expressions of Yamato Yamato Satoko could no longer be held back.

The next moment...

It was the sound of wooden strips throwing on their butt.

......

"In other words... are you also the son of the White Mist?"

Xichengshi looked at the White Mist Godzi who was still sitting even though his butt was swollen, and asked calmly.

"Well." The Godzi of Baiwu didn't dare to make a fool of himself: "But this statement is not accurate enough... I'm actually just a memory left in my own mind."

"Remaining memory?"

Xicheng Style took out the kettle and took a sip, then handed it to the White Mist Godson.

"Thank you very much." In this state, the God of Wu is very polite, and it is not as stubborn as the God of Wu usually has no tendencies in his head.

She held the kettle and took a gulp, then continued, "I'm just the memory that remains in my heart..."

"Although my memory was swallowed by the immortal white fog, the 'impression' and 'common sense' of something is difficult to swallow."

The God of White Mist raised a finger and said calmly:

"For example, it's like the protagonist in another little yellow novel I often read."

"The protagonist was not only hit by a car, but also forgot his memory of the first half of his life... but he just forgot his memory of the first half of his life. Like how to use chopsticks, the basic "common sense" and "impressions" of how to speak are still left in his mind."

Her vivid metaphor made Xichengshi roughly understand the other person's state.

In other words, this White Mist God Son is equivalent to the original impression of the White Mist God Son or common sense.

"I was cut off my neck with a knife... I burned charcoal with a blazing fire... These strong and indelible impressions remain in another my mind. After entering the old site of Baiwu, the impression in my mind was awakened and formed a false personality, which is the me now."

The Godzi Baiwu respectfully held the kettle in both hands and handed it back, and then added in a soft and glutinous voice:

"There is only one way to make me appear...that is to get in touch with something that makes another one that makes me feel strongly."

"Is that..."

Xichengshi probably understood, and then he raised his head: "You said just now, this is the first tomb...what does that mean?"

The White Mist God Son in front of him clearly knew where this place was, so of course he had to ask clearly.

Listening to the question from Xichengshi, the White Mu Godzi did not rush to answer, but instead asked back: "What can you think of from the term 'First Tomb Land'? Shijun?"

What do you think of?

Xicheng style pinched her chin and raised her head after a while:

“The place where the head is buried.”

Yes.

In Japanese, "head" means head and head.

The tomb is translated directly and has the meaning of "tom tomb, earth tomb".

Just looking at the meaning alone, it is indeed a "place to bury the head".
Chapter completed!