Farewell Chapter 65
The scene in front of me was changing again, and when I opened my eyes once more, I saw Pengpeng's anxious face.
"Sister's husband, what's wrong with you? You suddenly fell off that table, are you okay?"
I only felt a slight pain in the back of my head, but it was nothing serious. I took a deep breath, sat up and told Pengpeng everything I had just seen.
"Why can you see it but I can't?"
"Perhaps it's because you haven't been stimulated by the magnetic field?"
"It's just your good luck."
"Don't be discouraged, there will definitely be opportunities later. Let's gather our things and get ready to go out now."
"Are you not going to open this stone coffin?"
"It's no use, the first person who came in at that time was already disrespectful to it. We can't do this kind of thing anymore. Besides, there are only two skeletons inside, nothing valuable. You opening it would be a waste of energy, might as well let them continue sleeping."
Peng Peng's face fell in disappointment as he gazed at the stone coffin a few more times. I patted him on the back and smiled. He also smiled back at me:
"Brother-in-law, do you still remember that map?"
"What is the Book of Ghosts?"
"Yes, perhaps the one lying here is your past life. On this journey, are we bringing you along or are you bringing us along? In a daze, you experienced a strange encounter from your past life, and yet it feels familiar, like returning home. Maybe you can't realize that from the moment you stepped into that tunnel, you conveyed to us an unshakeable conviction, not at all timid like a newcomer, but instead becoming more courageous with each battle. This is not something an ordinary person can do. The only explanation is that you are the master of this place, returning home, and there's no need to worry or fear."
As he said that, I recalled my various experiences and indeed, at the beginning, there was some tension and excitement, but every time I encountered difficulties, I never had a flustered heart, instead, I was extremely calm in analyzing and solving them. For a novice like me, this stability is abnormal. Perhaps what he said is right, everything is because I am the owner of the Netherworld Book.
"Are you sure I'm the one? Why can't it be that worldly person reincarnated?" I asked.
"Intuition, I think you shouldn't be the kind of person who guards the gate. Haha, just kidding. You had a brief memory when you first saw the Yu Ming Silk Book, right? It wasn't because the silk book was fake, but because the first person to come here made this tomb into an eternal dead end, so your memories were interrupted. By coincidence, you returned here again, broke through this barrier, and based on the reminders from your past life, saw the person who framed you. How can I put it? People still believe in themselves the most. You yourself went back to your own home, gave yourself hints, and let yourself take revenge for yourself. It's chaotic, chaotic."
It sounds reasonable, but if I tell him that there is another me 30 years later waiting for myself outside the grave, then this situation will be even more chaotic. Suddenly, I have a conflict and want to go out and ask my 30-year-later self: who was the one who destroyed this grave in the first place? It's been 30 years, have I found him yet?
"Alright, so as not to disturb your sleep, let's go out, the coffin might be waiting at the door."
Perhaps the words just now were just an excuse for Peng to not open this stone coffin. After all, on this journey, we didn't get what we imagined - the strange scenes described in the book, the clever mechanisms of the heavenly palace, the maze-like passages... none of it appeared before our eyes, and there was no thrilling stimulation that made our blood boil. This is also my first time entering a tomb with Peng, and our lack of knowledge left us at a loss, unable to judge the situation or follow any rules. The team members split up and reunited, but were not united in heart. Things just ended like this, leaving me feeling unresigned, but there was no way out. Reality and fantasy are far apart - not every tomb is mysterious and unpredictable, and not every adventure is thrilling and heart-pounding. Maybe our experience would be considered unbelievable by others.
The tomb door was closed, as if a chapter of history had been permanently sealed. That unknown story would never be known to anyone again. What was written on the wall scratched by glasses? Why did the two children buried together have true yuan silk? What was the connection between this unorthodox Mo Jin school lieutenant and this tomb? Why did he translate fake "Unspeakable" and rename real "Unspeakable" to "Ancient and Modern Secret Land Chronicle"? Was it just a matter of his character?
