The old lama thought for a while and said, "It's better to say it's a map than a symbol."

"Map?" I was a little surprised, "What map is about?"

"Another world." The old lama looked grim, "The other world behind our world! It is the origin and the prototype, and it is a secret that has been hidden for tens of thousands of years."

"Is it the mysterious power deep in the ancient country of Shanhuan?" I asked curiously.

"No," the old lama shook his head, "that was just a concrete manifestation, or a door to that world. From ancient times to the present, only two people have truly entered."

"Which two?" I asked anxiously.

The old lama clasped his hands together, "One is the mother of the ancestor - Huaxu. The other is the ancient god - Chiyou! And all the underworld clan masters is the skin!"

"Then how can I find it?" I continued.

The old lama smiled, "You don't have to look for it, you can't find it. It's the legendary temple, illusory." The old lama said, his eyes full of yearning, and then shook his head again.

We returned to the ground from the wellhead one by one, and everyone sat in the old lama's room again.

Yuanxiao then asked, "Master, after saying so much, what does this have to do with Wen Mo's life experience? What's going on with his father?"

The old lama tells us that the things passed down from the Nether Clan have long become incomplete. Wen Mo's father is named Wen Haohong. For so many years, he has been secretly investigating hidden secrets as Mr. Hong. However, Wen Mo has an uncle, Wen Ruihong. He is very ambitious and also hopes to find the secrets of the Nether Clan. However, their purposes are different. Wen Mo's father wants to inherit the will of his ancestors and protect the sealed power. Wen Ruihong wants to use that power to achieve his personal goals. Therefore, the two brothers have always been tit-for-tat.

Finally one day, Wen Haohong found the old lama and took his young son, Wen Mo. The old lama could feel that Wen Haohong was in his life soon. Wen Haohong did not want the secrets he knew to disappear completely because of his death, so he hoped that the old lama would help him and use the secret method to completely transfer his memory to Wen Mo's mind.

When I heard this, something seemed to hit me in my mind, but I didn't expect it

It turned out to be like this. I suddenly felt very sad for Wenmo. He was young, but he was forced to bear such huge pressure. Perhaps it was because of this reason that his personality became what he is now.

I suddenly remembered in my mind that when we were in the underground royal city of Shanhuan Ancient Kingdom together, Wenmo suddenly said to me that night, "Have you ever thought that one day, when you woke up and found that there were a lot of things that didn't belong to you in your mind, what would you do?"

I didn't understand what it meant at the time. I thought it was a metaphor of him, but I didn't expect that it was the truth. Losing my own memory overnight was like losing myself. This kind of pain would be simply impossible to understand if I had not experienced it myself.

I still remember that at that time, Wen Mo said: "This kind of experience means that someone is dead!" Now I know, he refers to his father, maybe he had thought of such a result a long time ago.

I don’t know why, maybe because I thought of myself, my nose couldn’t help but feel sore, and I felt very sad.

Glasses spoke, "So, after Wen Haohong's death, Wen Ruihong became another Mr. Hong, and continued to search for the secret hidden by the Nether Clan?"

The old lama nodded, "On your body," the old lama suddenly turned his head and faced me, and frowned, "I actually felt that power in you. The last time you came here, I felt it, but this time it changed. You are afraid..."

The old lama hit the point with one sentence. I was excited and stood up suddenly and bowed to the end, "The master is right, I hope the master will give me some advice and save my life!"

The old lama shook his head gently, and my heart fell to the bottom of the valley. Kong Xue reached out and held my hand, and I saw her eyes red.

Yuanxiao said to the old lama anxiously: "Master, you are knowledgeable, please find a way to save Zhuoran!"

The old lama pondered for a while, then raised his head and said, "I can only tell you one thing."

"Master, please speak!" I said excitedly.

The old lama said word by word: "Break it and then stand it, die and then live!"

"This," I couldn't help but be confused, "Master, this sentence..." I didn't say a word

After saying that, the confusion just now turned into confusion instantly. I felt the sky in front of me suddenly spinning, and then I fell straight backwards as soon as I got dark...

When I woke up, I was lying on the old lama's bed, Yuanxiao and Kong Xue were surrounded by me. When I saw me opening my eyes, Kong Xue shouted in surprise, "Wake up, Zhuoran, you are awake!" The little lama also walked over with her old lama and glasses.

Kong Xue suddenly threw herself on me and started crying, "Zhuoran, I thought you couldn't wake up."

I smiled and touched Kong Xue's hair, "It's okay, I'm not that easy to die!" But Kong Xue was still crying in a daze, and I was a little confused now.

I turned to look at Lantern Festival, but found that Lantern Festival's eyes were also red. I suddenly felt a little confused. Kong Xue had never seen me fainted. But Lantern Festival had seen him. Why did he react like this? I asked Lantern Festival strangely, "What are you coaxing with me? You're so crying!"

Yuanxiao pursed her lips, didn't say anything, and still looked straight at me.

At this time, Glasses said to me: "Brother Ran, don't blame them, because, you, uh, you..."

Seeing that Glasses were stuttering, I urged, "What's wrong with me? Tell me!"

I looked at Lantern Festival in my glasses, then looked at the old lama, and then said to me: "Brother Ran, your breathing stopped just now. It was the artificial respiration that Sister Xue did for you. Otherwise, you might just..."

"What!" I suddenly became dumbfounded and my breathing stopped. My condition has developed to this level. It seems that the next time I start to have an illness, maybe... I dare not think about it and closed my eyes hard.

I gently stroked Kong Xue's hair, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to come so quickly."

A hint of unwillingness surged in my heart. I had nothing to do, and what could I do. After thinking for a while, I turned to look at Lantern Festival: "Brother, if I can't wake up next time, I guess I might disappear. Please give me my clothes and this one," as I said, "Asking it out on my neck, "Leave this to my parents. Tell them, I'm sorry to them!"

After I said these words calmly, my heart suddenly became empty. At this moment, my heart was not filled with sadness, but with silence. In the face of death, the most painful thing is never the dead themselves, but the living.
Chapter completed!