Everyone was taken aback; this should be the people who have sought the Mystery of Immortality after intruding into the Qilin Immortal Palace for two thousand years.
"Wow, is this Cao Cao's tomb?"
Ji Xiaoyu looked quite excited, "Isn't it said that Cao Cao's body hasn't been found yet?"
Everyone: "..."
"Take a closer look at this face."
Given that this was the Little Princess, Nightmare suppressed his urge to act out and patiently said, "This is a child's face. Would Cao Cao be a child? Besides, if this were really Cao Cao, he absolutely wouldn't be buried here so simply; he would have intruded into the third layer of the Immortal Palace."
Ji Xiaoyu was unconvinced, "What if this was Cao Cao as a child?"
Nightmare had a look as if struck by lightning.
This logic is beyond absurd.
But actually, from entering the Returning Burial Forest until now, he has been the most outstanding.
With so divination, everyone chose relatively safe routes.
And according to the results of the divination, traces of the missing persons were sought.
Any movent would be quickly divined.
Although careful, it wasn't a bad thing.
Gu Jianlin, at a distance, stared at the child in the tree and squinted his eyes.
For him, this was truly novel.
Others have entered the Qilin Immortal Palace before.
Only he was here for the first ti.
During this ti, he mostly spent familiarizing himself with this world, absorbing the knowledge left by his father.
Tang Ling glanced at him.
"What's up?"
Gu Jianlin asked casually.
"If you don't start showing your capabilities, our places will be replaced."
Tang Ling's expression was serious.
Gu Jianlin raised an eyebrow, "Then how do you know I'm not incapable?"
Tang Ling replied without hesitation, "Because I've heard how amazing Professor Gu Ci'an is, so his son shouldn't be bad either, especially since you've already written about my great-grandfather, haven't you?"
Gu Jianlin smiled silently.
In this half-hour, he had already digested it almost completely.
So, yes, it's ti to start.
He closed his eyes, recalling the knowledge his father left him in his mind.
Channeling his father's behavior and logic.
Portraying, sketching.
When he opened his eyes again, in front of him seed to appear a refined and weathered middle-aged man.
Like a ghost that didn't exist, standing beside him.
A 3/7 hair parting, a cigarette in his mouth, with a smile full of mischief.
Gu Ci'an.
A person he imagined.
"This thing is called a tree burial, in modern terms it could also be called Schrodinger's tree burial. The person is still alive when buried, but once the ritual begins, it's uncertain. This should be the son of so noble of the late Han Dynasty, suffering from an incurable disease, with only the power of the Ancient God Clan able to save him."
Gu Jianlin and Gu Ci'an said in unison, "Once the tree burial ritual is perford, the person's life or death becos an unknown, and he likely consud the Ancient God's Blood in his lifeti, although it's unclear which grade of Ancient God's Blood it was. It could be the Ancestor, the Primordial, or even... a Supre."
"Be cautious, no one knows what the tree burial will turn him into."
They paused, "Rotten to this degree, he should be erging soon."
Silence.
Everyone turned to look at the young man at the back, utterly shocked.
Of course, Gu Ci'an did not exist.
Only Gu Jianlin stood there alone.
And only his voice echoed in the silence.
What truly shocked people was how this guy knew!
[ps: This chapter is four thousand words. I'll write a six-thousand-word chapter tonight to make up for yesterday's update, probably around eleven thirty. The group you've been asking for is also open, below the description~]
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