"No!" Looking at Honglian's expression, Hua Wuyue knew what Honglian was thinking at this time, and hurriedly said: "Have you forgotten the disadvantages of the Life and Death Cauldron? The person who was resurrected was definitely not the original one. Qin Shihuang was able to kill his son directly and even force his favorite woman to death because after resurrection, his temperament changed drastically. The one he resurrected was simply a puppet, not a real person, not the original one."

The only light in Honglian's eyes dimmed again.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole room was a little weird.

The Soul-Devouring Cauldron knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he silently returned to the cauldron and stopped talking, while the others were depressed and didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Xiaobai could only say weakly: "Have you not discovered that Qin Mu's body has not rotted for so long?"

Honglian threw a cold look over, which made Xiaobai tremble all over and shrank back with fear. She knew that Honglian had a true relationship with Qin Mu, but it was not the kind of friendship between men and women, but the mood similar to siblings, or even mother and son. After all, Honglian watched Qin Mu grow up little by little.

But Honglian didn't say anything, obviously trying to let Xiaobai continue to speak. Xiaobai said tremblingly: "It has been raining all day, the air is wet, and it has always been closed, and you have not cast spells on his body. To be honest, don't you find it strange? Qin Mu is not surprised by his heartbeat and breathing, what he is acting like a normal person. He is just asleep."

"Maybe it was because he sealed Chiyou and gave him an extra reward." Tian Kong muttered in a low voice.

"Qin Mu is not dead," the monk who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, with unquestionable affirmation in his tone, but his brows kept frowning: "I know I have changed the future, and there will never be a doomsday in my future, and there will never be such a situation again. The city has not exploded. This rainy weather is just this city, but other places are still sunny. There is Qin Mu in my future, and I have seen him in the future world."

"Yes, you have changed your future. The problem is that your small change will leave Qin Mu to the butterfly." Tiankong said angrily, and most of the eyes of looking at the monk were hostile.

"You!" the monk was stunned by the sky and said in anger.

The sky is right, butterfly effect.

The most common explanation for this effect is: "A butterfly in the tropical rainforest of the Amazon River Basin in South America, occasionally flapping its wings can cause a tornado in Texas, USA in two weeks."

If a slight change of what happened at any point in the past will lead to major changes. The doomsday that should have happened has not come, so there will inevitably be other changes.

"I believe he is not dead." Honglian said directly, firmly: "We will return to China now and take Qin Mu's body back to China. His soul should have been lost, not disappeared directly. You don't know how much merits Qin Mu has. These merits are worth twenty lives. There is no need to take his life. His body does not rot, which is proof."

Honglian made a conclusion directly, and no one else could say much. After all, Qin Mu's body did not decay, so it was very easy to take him back.

The conversation was divided into two parts, and here, the newly born Comrade Aoki, was following the faceless man, and neither of them spoke, one in front and the other behind.

There was no one in the deserted white desert, the sky was low, and the purple sun emitted a faint soft light. Qingmu walked, raised his head, and looked at the sky calmly without words.

The faceless man walking in front of him stopped and asked curiously: "How did you get here?"

"Me?" Aoki was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that the other party would ask such a question. He thought about it carefully. He had a lot of mixed knowledge in his mind. He even understood everything when he appeared on the altar. He knew that this was the sacred altar born of the native ghost people of the Jiuyou Underworld. He even knew that the people born on the altar were essentially native ghost people condensed by ghost energy. Such ghost people were extremely rare, especially in the Dharma-Ending Age.

All indigenous ghosts were condensed by ghost energy. At the earliest, the altar brought a large number of indigenous ghosts to the underworld every month. These ghosts were of special status and were good materials for cultivation. However, later, the number of these ghosts decreased dramatically.

Logically speaking, faceless people should treat Aoki like a newborn baby, rather than asking such a question.

Aoki's eyes lit up and he said, "Do you know anything? About me?"

The faceless man was stunned. Unexpectedly, Aoki in front of him would say this, frowned: "So, do you appear with memory? It's impossible. The native ghosts are all born from the condensation of ghost energy, and they have no memory, and they cannot have certain common sense, but you..."

The faceless man said here, carefully looking at Aoki in front of him without saying anything.

Aoki said with a confused look on his face: "You...recognize me?"

The faceless man sighed, looked at the purple sun in the sky, shook his head and said, "Come with me."

The place where the Faceless Man takes Aoki is his own mansion. For a ferryman who has been in the Styx for hundreds of thousands of years, having a decent mansion in the underworld is not only a symbol of identity, but also a symbol of strength. The Faceless Man's house is located in the largest city in the Underworld and is also the capital of the Underworld, called the Underworld. Those who can have a mansion here are not only identity and strength, but more of it is respect, and respect from all the ghosts.

The altar is far away from the underworld of the underworld. The faceless man took Aoki through the desert for several hours before he arrived at the capital of the underworld.

There is only one big capital in the entire underworld, that is, the capital of the Underworld.

The capital of Mingdu is surrounded by desolate deserts, and there are cold ghost winds blowing there all year round, and all kinds of strange-shaped plants grow. Few ghosts will pass through this desolate desert with ease, except for this faceless person.

The faceless man didn't say anything anymore, but just walked in front of him, Aoki followed closely behind. He curiously looked at the white sand all over the sky and the strange-shaped thorn plants around him. They grew hard in this desolate desert with a desperate attitude. On the edges of these thorn plants, there were occasionally some small black flowers blooming quietly.

Aoki followed the faceless man for a while, and he couldn't help it anymore, and walked to the black little flowers, lowered his head and looked at the black little flowers without moving.

"What's wrong?" The faceless man has been paying attention to Aoki's reaction behind him. After all, this was his first adopted child. The reason for his adoption was because Aoki was like that person, but he was not sure enough. After all, there are too many people in this world who look the same.

"This is black rice, one of the main ingredients for soul-raising incense." Aoki stared blankly at the little black flowers on the ground, "I want to pick some."

The faceless man was stunned. He could basically confirm that Qingmu was Qin Mu.
Chapter completed!