Tian Yuan's eyes were dim. "You don't know, do you? When Dharma King Tian Yuan was alive, he was not a good man."
Chu Mu has been keeping an eye on the little monk who suddenly appeared.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but when Chu Mu said that King Tianyuan was not a good person, he saw a flash of regret in his eyes.
Although the time was short, the regret was very heavy.
【？ 】
Chu Mu rubbed his eyebrows.
【Why?】
——My heart feels so uncomfortable, and dense pain comes from the fingertips.
The scenes flashed by like a kaleidoscope.
The slender, beautiful fingers of the limply drooping hands were fiercely restrained by the wooden pincers. The sharp, slender bamboo sticks were fiercely driven into the white fingertips...
"hiss--"
Chu Mu took a breath and seemed to feel the pain himself.
"Little mute?" Jie also hugged him, with a look of concern on his face.
It's like two faces overlapping.
"ah!"
Chu Mu’s head hurt even more.
Old Mrs. Xie was worried about having no place to vent her fear, so she glared at him angrily: "What are you yelling about? Shut up!"
"This young donor is a congenital Yin body," Tian Yuan explained softly, "His premonition of the surrounding environment is much more acute than that of ordinary people. Taking him into the tomb can save a lot of trouble, but what about the treasure?"
Following Tianyuan's words, Mrs. Jie's expression improved: "Xiaoye, go see what happened to your wife."
Jie also picked up Chu Mu and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? How about we go back first?"
"Let me do it." Tian Yuan stepped forward and extended his hand to Chu Mu.
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