Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 3 [The Prophet’s Prophecy]

Ghost Blows Out the Light World

Yang An vaguely heard someone calling him in his dream, both a male and a female voice.

"Little Master Yang, Little Master Yang!"

"Xiao An, wake up...don't fall asleep"

Stone interior.

Shirley Yang struggled to lift Yang An's head onto her legs to make her brother more comfortable.

Although Yang An had not been in the Soul Hall for long, he was actually unconscious for some time.

During this period, the rock crevice that he blew up collapsed, but the fat man found another cracked stone chamber and dragged him in to escape.

Unfortunately, as soon as everyone came in, the crack was covered by the collapsed black stone, and now they can't get out.

Finally I can take a break safely.

At this moment, no one cared about being clean or not, everyone just sat down on the ground.

Hu Bayi, who was almost awake, took out a flashlight and looked around.

He was first startled by the two ancient corpses sitting cross-legged in the dusty stone chamber and thought he had encountered zongzi.

Then he came to his senses and confirmed that they were just two corpses that had been dried for thousands of years.

Hu Bayi breathed a sigh of relief: "Huh, I thought they were two dumplings."

The place where they were hiding was actually an ancient stone room, square in shape, about ten square meters, with a stone cabinet in the middle that looked like a stone box.

Hu Bayi was amazed. He didn't expect that there were mysteries hidden deep in this magnetic mountain.

"Old Hu, stop standing there observing and bring the kettle over to give Little Master Yang a drink."

The fat man urged dissatisfiedly.

He is still very loyal to the brothers he recognizes. Even if he is thirsty, he still thinks of his brothers first.

At this moment, he was feeling around Yang An's body, trying to determine if he had any fractures. Hu Bayi didn't know when the fat man had learned medical skills.

"Come on, I'm just afraid that if a lot of people are crowded together, the air won't circulate, and it will be even harder for Little Master Yang to wake up."

Upon hearing this, Hu Bayi walked over quickly, took off the water bottle from his waist and handed it over, explaining with a smile.

He was a little reluctant to drink this stuff, for the sake of his life.

But it was just like Yang An risked his life to save him just now.

Now, even though everyone might die here, either from suffocation or thirst, Hu Bayi did not hesitate to send the precious water away.

"I'm sorry, if we hadn't insisted on finding the Jingjue Ancient City, we wouldn't have ended up like this. We're a burden to you guys."

Shirley Yang now had tears in her eyes, which was rare, and Hu Bayi was surprised. As expected, even a strong woman would cry anxiously when her loved ones were in danger.

"Miss Yang, what you said is wrong."

Hu Bayi sat down on the ground, looking very open-minded.

If Ye Yixin’s body wasn’t right next to him.

When she came in, she tumbled and broke her neck. Even gods couldn't save her. Shirley Yang's rare loss of composure was because she couldn't stand the blow.

Because his mouth was too dry, Hu Bayi licked his lips before continuing.

"People die for money, birds die for food. Since Wang Kaixuan and I coveted that large sum of US dollars, we have to pay the price. This is our fate, and it has nothing to do with you."

Shirley Yang glanced at the fat man who was waving a flashlight around and said nothing.

She became suspicious when she heard the word "zongzi" just now, but now her life is in danger, there is no point in talking about anything else, so she had to suppress her speculation for the time being.

If you can get out, ask again.

Having said that, everyone counted the supplies on them.

The equipment was complete, but there were only two bottles of water left, and Yang An had just been fed half a bottle.

Look at the remaining water.

The fat man, whose throat was so dry that it was smoking, couldn't bear it any longer and suggested that they just drink the water.

In the end, there was a bottle and a half of water, half of which was given to Professor Chen, and the remaining bottle was shared by the three of them.

Hu Bayi became curious about the stone box in the center and wanted to see what was inside.

Just when he was about to open it and take a look.

Yang An finally woke up from his coma.

"Hmm," Shirley Yang was the first to notice and said in surprise.

"Xiao An, you're awake."

Yang An opened his eyes blankly.

The softness under his head made him think for a moment that he was back in New York, having a tryst with a girl at the Hilton Hotel.

But soon, he realized that he was overthinking.

Afterwards, Yang An felt that his five senses suddenly became clear and sharper. He could even smell the stench in the air and the smell of other people.

My body also became hot and I felt like I couldn't use any strength.

Just as Yang An was carefully experiencing the changes in his body.

"Little Master Yang, if you feel any discomfort, just tell me."

The fat man's big face came forward.

He held the flashlight under his chin, and even the rice dumplings looked scarier than him.

Yang An was startled and suddenly stood up from his sister's legs.

"Fuck, you monster! Take my punch."

结果
The pain in my body was gone, even my calf that had been injured by the aftermath of the explosion was no longer painful.

It seems that the triple physical fitness has taken effect?
Yang An was a little surprised, and at the same time he pushed the fat man's face away with disgust and got up from the ground nimbly.

"Fuck, Miss Yang, you are amazing. You are so alive and kicking. Is it because you eat steak and drink milk every day? It doesn't mean you can be so alive and kicking after such a serious injury. Could it be a last gasp? Miss Yang, you have to be careful."

The fat man was surprised that nothing good could come out of his mouth.

Yang An rolled his eyes, snatched the flashlight from the fat man, and retorted unhappily.

"Get lost, Fatty. If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb."

Yang An is now resurrected with full health.

He regretted that the Soul Palace had not been opened earlier, otherwise, with all the dangers he had encountered before, he would have evolved several abilities.

Shirley Yang was also concerned about Yang An. She walked up to him, looked at him carefully, and asked him with concern if he was feeling unwell.

"It's okay, I'm fine..."

As Yang An was speaking, Hu Bayi shouted from the other side. He was carefully observing the stone box next to the two mummies.

"Come and take a look. There's something wrong with this box."

It seems that it is time for the prophet to predict. Yang An is still clear about some details at the beginning of the novel, and he came forward when he heard it.

As for his recovery from the injury.

Since I can't find an excuse right away, I might as well just shut up and not mention it.

"You, you are so careless even when you are injured." Shirley Yang patted Yang An's shoulder. She was busy taking care of her brother just now, and now she has time to look at this mysterious stone chamber and the stone paintings carved on the stone box.

After such observation.

Something is wrong.

"I remembered a rumor..."

Shirley frowned and looked up at Yang An as she spoke.

Yang An immediately understood that his sister was talking about the contents described in the only copy of the Great Tang Records on the Western Regions.

"Sister, are you telling me that there are two saints buried in this Zagrama Mountain?"

Yang An asked, in the past few years since his cheap father disappeared, he and his sister have been looking for information about the Zagrama clan.

Yang An has read the book "A Record of the Western Regions in the Great Tang Dynasty" many times and remembers the description of the sacred mountain Zaglama very clearly.

"Are you saying that these two are the saints and wise men?" Hu Bayi at the side couldn't help but speak up. He had a strange look in his eyes and glanced around the stone chamber.

Yang An could guess what Lao Hu was thinking. He probably felt that this simple stone chamber did not match the reputation of the ancient sage.

But Shirley Yang began to study the inscriptions on the stone box and shook her head, saying, "These two should not be the saint, but they may be his disciples and prophets of the Zagrama clan."

Speaking of this, Shirley Yang seemed to be immersed in the inscription on the stone box, with confusion in her eyes.

Hu Bayi couldn't help but urge: "Miss Yang, it's already this late, don't keep us in suspense, tell me quickly, what does it say?"

The confusion in Shirley Yang's eyes turned into solemnity. She raised her head and glanced at everyone before speaking.

"I can understand part of the inscription on it. It says..."

(End of this chapter)