Because I really had no money at the beginning, someone could only buy it in a hurry, and even the tomb was made up of several large stone slabs.

It's not simple and generous, it can only be said to be barely enough.

A few years later, cracks had already grown on this inferior stone slab, and even unknown weeds were dotted.

In the tomb, the same inferior coffin was dispersed. If Aaron hadn't bought it by himself, he would have really not recognized that these thin wooden boards were actually a coffin.

And in this mess, the old Albert's body disappeared without a surprise.

Aaron tentatively looked in, trying to find more details, but in vain.

etc!

Inadvertently, Aaron's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly found that there were still scattered black and red spots on the coffin board.

The original wood color was darker and many years later, if he hadn't come close and looked closely, he wouldn't have noticed it.

For a moment, his mentality changed slightly subtly.

"Is this blood?"

Aaron carefully took out one of the wooden boards and greeted Alice and Garcia.

"I can't help this anymore. Boy, I can only sense the breath and can't see it."

As a soul state, Ruoschia can only perceive the outside world through soul fluctuations. Compared to ordinary people, his vision is completely different.

Only objects and creatures with extraordinary auras can enter his horizon, although this can almost break most of the hidden and stealth, but similarly, Ruschia cannot distinguish ordinary items without extraordinary auras.

Garcia tried to smell it, shook her head, "It's not very certain, it seems to be from a long time ago."

Aaron did not respond, but turned around and dragged out all the other wooden boards in the tomb and placed them one by one in the sun to identify them.

There are also sporadic spots on other wooden boards.

Whether it was blood or not, at least it didn't touch the coffin board recently.

That is to say...

Aaron remembered it very clearly that the old Albert died of illness and had no external injuries.

The original owner waited until the old Albert was completely cold before putting it in the coffin, so there was no possibility that the old Albert would vomit blood after he died in the coffin board.

Moreover, Aaron slightly compared the wooden board, and the sporadic blood was about the person's waist. Even if he vomited blood, he would never fall to this position, and would not splash so evenly. There were blood on several wooden boards.

Aaron's eyes became subtle, and he looked at the tomb with interest, thinking of the withered and thin face in his memory.

This cheap dad doesn't seem to die...

At least several years have passed since my father's death. Even if the coffin board is stained with extraordinary aura, it has completely dissipated at this time.

If you want to talk about clues, there are probably no one.

"Rick isn't dead?"

Although Ruschia could not observe the outside world, he could feel Aaron's mood at this time.

"I guess so."

Aaron's eyes were patrolling back and forth between the tomb and the coffin board, and his thoughts couldn't help but fly elsewhere.

Until now, I still don’t know what this cheap dad is planning.

Maybe Ruschia knew it, but he didn't want to say it, it felt like it was involved in secret knowledge.

But the question is, what kind of secret knowledge will his cheap dad involve?

Alice quietly held his hand and whispered, "Is this matter over?"

"It's all over..." Aaron shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's probably not that simple."

Since the cheap dad can be on par with Ruoscia and others, how could he choose such a low-level way to escape by pretending to die?

Aaron looked around and looked at the tomb with different styles but all wide open, and was a little confused for a moment.

Now, even he himself didn't know whether the original owner knew the cheap father's plan.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the exit direction.

Aaron and others subconsciously looked over.

After a few breaths, a few familiar figures came into view.

Sartre and Sorsand finally arrived.

Andam pushed Tuantivan and walked slowly behind him.

"Aaron." Sartre was obviously particularly happy to see Aaron again, but he was also controlling his mood at this moment and just greeted him enthusiastically.

At this time, although he was still wearing the linen robe he had before, he had a little silver thread on the surface of the robe, and he faintly shone with a blue luster.

"You... are the silver rank?"

Feeling Sartre's breath, Aaron was a little confused.

It seems that Sartre's silver rank seems to be different from others, at least in terms of breath perception, some are... unique.

Speaking of this, Sartre's smile on his face cleared a little, and he didn't realize that he smiled bitterly: "About this, I may have to tell you slowly, the story here is very long."

To be honest, even now, Sartre has not been able to figure out what his advancement is.

It has been more than half a month or even a month since his advancement, but he still cannot successfully integrate his talisman inscription into his soul.

"This kid is interesting..."

Ruoschia chuckled and murmured.

"how?"

"He has a huge amount of star power in his body. Logically speaking, those who can store so many are usually golden-level prophets or prophets, and he has not even integrated the first talisman inscription."

"Then he is considered a silver rank?"

Feeling the real aura of Sartre, Aaron couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, it's just that most people often get stuck on how to build talisman inscriptions when they advance to the silver level.

This is a trivial matter about how to integrate the inscriptions of the talisman, but he actually did the opposite...

Something interesting, who is he?"

"Sartre, the student of Julian, the Lord of the Tower of Stars."

"Well, Julian... I haven't heard of it. It seems that it has emerged in recent decades. Hey, it's interesting to have such a student."

Ruo Siqi chuckled, his attitude was unclear.

"When I advanced, I delayed a little while. When my junior and I arrived in Leiden City, you have already entered Badibila."

Sartre explained a little, then pulled Sorsander, who was reluctant to do so.

"I heard that a strange phenomenon appeared to have erupted not long ago. Later, Ron said that the entire tower of Stars had been banned for a short period of time."

Before Sartre could speak, Sorsander took the initiative to explain this time: "Yes, the teacher held a special ceremony at that time, but we were not sure what was going on."
Chapter completed!