This startled him, and he quickly circulated his spiritual energy into his dantian to stabilize his mind, lest he be misled by the boy's words.
The boy smiled and said, "You and she are a couple, right? Why won't you lie down in the crystal coffin for her? This crystal coffin can keep you young forever, and you will never die. Even if thousands or tens of thousands of years have passed, you will still maintain this youthful appearance. Isn't that good?"
Zhou Cong felt his mind becoming hazy, and he was so frightened that he made a decisive decision to retreat. Regardless of what would happen to Yang Qiuyu, he had to survive first.
So he turned around and lunged toward the exit they had just come in through, only to find that it was now a wall. He crashed into the wall, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
When Zhou Cong woke up, he found himself lying in a vast open field. It was late at night, and the starry sky was dazzling. A fire was burning not far ahead, making him feel incredibly warm. Beside him, on a clean, flat rock, sat an extremely handsome young man.
He recognized the boy's face immediately. After thinking for a moment, he realized that it was the boy in the crystal coffin in the tomb.
"Where is this place?" Zhou Cong sat up and looked around before asking.
The boy didn't answer, but instead took out a harmonica and started playing it.
Zhou Cong recognized that the tune he was playing was a very popular tune at the moment, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.
"Where's Qiuyu? Did you leave her in that tomb?" Zhou Cong asked again.
But the boy still didn't answer, he just kept playing his harmonica, as if his whole being was immersed in the music.
Zhou Cong stared at him for a while, then suddenly realized why he had felt something was wrong with the scene: the boy had been lying in the crystal coffin in the ancient tomb and had just come out of the crystal coffin, so how could he be playing a popular tune?
Startled, he immediately pulled back several meters and demanded, "Who exactly are you?"
The boy stopped playing the harmonica, turned to look at him, smiled, and said, "Zhou Cong, don't you recognize me? I'm your brother Zhou Yi!"
Zhou Yi?! Zhou Cong thought carefully for a moment and finally remembered that before he was eight years old, he did have an older brother named Zhou Yi, who was ten years older than him. However, Zhou Yi died at the age of eighteen. Because Zhou Cong was young at the time, and Zhou Yi spent most of his time in the hospital, the two brothers did not have much contact, so Zhou Cong did not have many memories of him.
Zhou Cong, who had traveled through time, had an even more vague impression of Zhou Yi.
“Brother? You…you’ve been dead for over twenty years, haven’t you?” Zhou Cong asked.
Zhou Yi continued with a laugh: "Oh, so you still remember that I've been dead for over twenty years. I thought you had completely forgotten me. After all, you're a possessed person!"
Zhou Cong was horrified, thinking: Could it be that Zhou Yi didn't really die, but instead found another way to achieve immortality and went into the deep mountains to cultivate? Or perhaps he found that crystal coffin and used it to prolong his life?
His mind was racing, but he said, "I don't understand what you're talking about." He paused, then added, "Besides, what evidence do you have to prove that you are my deceased brother, Zhou Yi?"
Zhou Yi said, "I remember you had a mole on your left lower back, and I also remember you had a bluish-purple birthmark on your left wrist when you were born, but as you got older, the birthmark faded, and now it's probably not noticeable!"
Zhou Cong became increasingly horrified as he listened: the two points Zhou Yi mentioned were indeed characteristics of his physical body.
Zhou Yi questioned, "How does it feel to possess someone else's body?"
Zhou Cong retorted, "How can you be so sure that I'm a body-snatcher?"
Zhou Yi let out a cold laugh and said, "Even though Zhou Cong and I haven't had much contact because of my illness, we are still brothers. Our souls and bodies are from the same parents, and our blood and souls have a special connection."
Zhou Cong insisted, "You're mistaken. I didn't possess anyone. I am Zhou Cong."
Zhou Yi let out another cold laugh and said, "If you speak to me in such a harsh tone, how could you possibly be my brother? Quickly give your body back to my younger brother!"
Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Cong saw him suddenly pounce towards him, and his heart skipped a beat. He had already secretly prepared for the battle when Zhou Yi mentioned the matter of possession; now, prepared, he unleashed his powerful magic in his palm to meet the white-clad figure that was rushing towards him.
However, when he unleashed his full power with a palm strike, he felt as if his palm had landed in nothingness, and the inertia pulled his body forward.
As he lowered his head, he felt a chilling aura behind him, and his back slumped. Turning his head slightly, he saw a strange, ashen face, like a corpse that had just crawled out of the ground, rotting and decaying, with disgusting blood dripping from the corner of its mouth, and a stench that assaulted his nostrils.
Zhou Cong struggled to shake off the strange thing that had climbed on him, but he couldn't get rid of it no matter what he did. The thing was extremely heavy, pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to stand up straight or even breathe.
"Get out! Get out of here!" Zhou Cong shouted angrily, but what good did it do?
Beside the crystal coffin, Yang Qiuyu, who had been somewhat dazed, suddenly snapped back to reality upon hearing the shout. She had actually felt herself lying in the coffin, looking at the extremely beautiful young man inside who was gazing at her with deep affection.
Unexpectedly, she found herself standing outside the coffin, while Zhou Cong had somehow arrived at the doorway they had just entered through, bending over as if carrying someone on his back.
Not only that, he also had a ferocious look on his face, and he shook his body violently, shouting hoarsely, "Get out! I am an immortal from the upper realm. I descended to the mortal realm because the immortal realm collapsed. Now I have possessed your brother, allowing your mortal body to cultivate immortality and have the opportunity to live forever. Isn't that a blessing for your brother?"
You, a spirit from the lower realm, what right do you have to question me? You think you can help your brother get his body back? What a pipe dream! Don't you realize I already devoured your brother's soul? What good would it do to get his body back? Do you think he'd still be alive? Hahaha…hahaha…
You're nothing but an ant from the lower realm, yet you dare to try and seize my body? Do you also want your soul devoured by me? If you don't want to be reduced to ashes, then get out of here! Get out!
Yang Qiuyu was horrified. Although she could tell that Zhou Cong was very knowledgeable and did not seem to be from this era, she had previously thought that he was a reincarnated senior. However, she did not expect that although he was indeed a senior, he had possessed someone else's body.
Possession is something that is despised by the righteous path because it involves taking over another person's body while they are still alive, causing their soul to be either swallowed up or destroyed.
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