As for this person's specific identity... Yu Xing has already guessed it.

His face calmed down, no longer as relaxed as usual, and even the clearer he thought, the more he felt confused.

Time, resurrection, black coffin, is it wrong from the beginning of opening your eyes?

Yu Xing turned his head, frowned for a moment, looked at the empty space behind, and asked tentatively: "What do you want me to do? Can't I see you right?"

No one answered him, but a few seconds later, three knocks came from the ghost face embedded in the center of the stone gate.

It's like there's an invisible person who is using the things around him to give feedback.

Of course, such feedback can only prove that the other party exists and is not malicious, and cannot give a more specific answer.

Yu Xing turned his head to look at the ghost face, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the Tang sword.

He used a Tang sword to scratch a ghost face, leaving a sudden scratch on the rough stone face. Yu Xing stared at the scratch for a while and asked, "Are you alive?"

"I want the exact answer, if you say it, I believe it."

This scene was very inexplicable. Yu Xing made some hint at the empty stone gate in a tone that he didn't often use.

Two seconds later, Yu Xing heard a laugh as light as an illusion. A new mark appeared on the stone gate below the scratch he had drawn.

That is a rather modern "✓".

Yu Xing's pupils shrank, and then he smiled: "I really didn't expect that since this is the case, how can I leave?"

In the coffin mural on the right side of the stone gate, there is a trace under the coffin.

"Coffin." Yu Xing said, "Why should I go back to the coffin?"

The invisible person knocked on the ghost face twice again. The ghost face seemed to be wide open, but it was used as a communication tool, and it was no longer so scary.

"I understand." Yu Xing lowered his eyes and covered his hand on the ghost's face. "If you continue walking along this road, you will encounter another coffin. After seeing it, you will lie down, right?"

This time, there was no response.

But Yu Xing seemed to have got the answer. He reached into the mouth of the ghost face and held the tongue hidden inside the ghost face.

Yu Xing tried it and his tongue could be pulled, which should be the mechanism for opening the door. Just as he was about to pull it down, a sound of wind suddenly rang out from inside the door.

He reacted very quickly and shrank his hand, but was still touched by the things inside. Suddenly, several small and hard hooks pierced into his flesh, and blood flowed like a stream of water in an instant.

Yu Xing felt pain and did not give this thing a chance to leave. He grabbed it with his backhand, and the hook thorn was pulled on his hand as he moved, bringing a whole piece of skin, and the palm of his hand was deeply pierced by the hook thorn.

The price was that this thing was pulled out of the door by Yu Xing's power and exposed to Yu Xing's sight.

This is a bone vine with a very lone wolf temperament. The bone vine stands up in front like a snake. The dark purple vine exudes a hint of cold air, and the thorns on it stand up all around like hairs.

Yu Xing looked at the bleeding left hand, then looked at the Bone Vine that was ready to go and struggle, and showed a cruel smile.

"Since I've come to provoke me, don't blame me for cutting off my roots~"

A cold light flashed in his right hand, and he couldn't see how he used the knife. The bone vine was broken into more than a dozen sections, each section separated from the middle of the bone, and the bone fell to the ground, making the bone vine unable to move for a moment.

The part that was stuck in his hand lost its vitality, the color slowly faded, and the hooked thorn softened.

Yu Xing took advantage of the thorns not falling and pulled them out first, otherwise the thorns would be soft and would be difficult to pick up in the flesh.

He temporarily leaned against the flashlight in the small pocket on the side of the backpack, and a little light leaked out.

After removing the bone vine left here, Yu Xing hung his injured left hand beside him, allowing blood to drip into the land.

He used his right hand holding the knife to barely pull down the ghost's tongue. With the roar of mechanical rotation, the heavy stone door slowly opened.

"I believe in you." Yu Xing said one last sentence, and then walked into the darkness in the door with a smile.

...

Carlos's little paper man stood at the end of the coffin with boredom. Yu Xing had just entered, and he didn't know how long he would wait on the coffin lid.

It happened that his team was also retreating towards the ancestral hall. Carlos continued to move in his team while paying attention to the movement of the black coffin through the paper man.

They were away from the altar and were able to meet with Yu Xing in about an hour.

In the woods with swaying shadows, Carlos looked out of place in his brightly colored jacket and jeans, as well as a pair of black sneakers. He was fancy and whistle, walking among a group of fully armed people.

His green eyes scanned the jungle, and was patted by the thin, flat-headed man beside him, and asked in a slightly awkward Chinese: "Carlos, is your friend safe?"

There are eleven people in a team, with five foreign faces, and the flat-headed man is one of them.

In reality, he is probably a race from Southeast Asia. As soon as he spoke, others also started to discuss it.

“How long will it take for us to meet new friends?”

"Magician, did that person really discover the real entrance to the tomb palace?"

Even a blond woman with a bandage on her belly that landed in the back, asked weakly: "Did you tell him to let him wait in place? This mountain is too dangerous and if we run around, we will probably not have time to support it."

There has been no death so far. Everyone is in good mood and still has time to worry about the strange reserve teammate who has never met before but has indirectly helped them.

"Well... If you are talking about the environment he is in, it is not necessarily safe." Carlos ignored the question behind him and directly answered the first flat-headed man who spoke, "But if you are talking about him, don't worry, he is very safe."

The flat-headed man sighed: "Carlos, you can hear that you trust that friend very much."

"It's not that I trust him, it's that he is very strong himself." Carlos's green eyes looked very deep in the forest, like a wild wolf waiting for an opportunity. His steps were constantly. Even if his skin was exposed, no mosquitoes came to provoke him. "Ash, do you know? A powerful person never says he is strong, but pretends to be a weak person everywhere, such a person-"

Carlos's mouth curled up: "Either you are sick or have a secret."

"You are right, but aren't you afraid that he has some illness?" Shijiu smiled, or, like Ashi's homophonic "Ashi", she actually called "Nineteenth".

She left Brother Sun's team early and rushed to return to the team with the shortest path as the reminder sent by her teammates.

Carlos laughed: "What are you afraid of? A sick person can survive until now, which means he is very ill."

Sickness - severe.

Carlos: It means that he is very sick.

Everyone laughed in cooperation. Tomb robbing is a very dangerous thing, and they are not stingy with their interest in all interesting things.

Speaking of San, Shijiu felt that she had a little say: "I walked into the mountain with him, and he really disguised mediocrity and weakness very much. Even I didn't realize that something was wrong with him."

"He's an old actor." Carlos said.

"Isn't he a painter?" Someone in the team raised his eyebrows.

"The artist is indeed his main business, but I think his acting skills are not inferior to those of professional actors." Shijiu laughed, "If it weren't for the magician's words, who would have thought that his painter would not carry paper, but a long knife?"

It took only three minutes to tease for a while.

Carlos thought of going to see the paper man's perspective. Maybe there would be any abnormal movements in the coffin after Yu Xing entered the coffin. He shared a little spirit and connected it to the paper man's body and took over the paper man's vision.

As a result, he found that he was no longer on the coffin cover, but was lifted to the ground for some reason.

"Is something wrong?" Carlos's spirit tightened, got up and looked at the coffin, then was stunned.

I saw that Yu Xing had already sat up, but he didn't crawl out, and he only put his arms on the coffin lid that was pushing halfway to support his chin, his eyes empty, as if he was thinking about life.

He may have been shocked by the power of Yu Xing opening the coffin.

"How are you?" Carlos asked.

Yu Xing turned his head, his eyes still a little hollow, which made him feel a little panicked.

"I'm pretty good, I'm thinking about the mysteries of the universe."

Carlos: “…?”

OK, he knew San was in good condition and was in a mood.

"What's inside? Are you changing any more now? Let me Kang Kang!" He manipulated the paper man and floated up, looking at Yu Xing with excited eyes.

Yu Xing pressed his temple and pushed the little paper man who rushed over, first asked, "How long have I been in there?"

Carlos: "More than three minutes."

"It's only been more than three minutes?" Yu Xing turned his head and looked at the sky outside the ancestral hall. "I thought I'd slept for a day and a night..."

"Ha? Are you asleep inside?" Carlos expressed disbelief, "I have been to help you with a few minutes. I thought your guard against me had been resolved a little, but I didn't expect that I would still not be willing to tell me anything?"

"You misunderstood, what I said is true." Yu Xing coughed lightly, pushed the lid of the coffin completely, and jumped out with his right hand holding the wall of the coffin. He looked back at the coffin with confusion, and then said, "After I lie in, I feel a kind of coldness from the soul, very cold, and lonely. If my consciousness is unstable, I may think that I am the corpse lying in the coffin for thousands of years, and I will lie down from now on and will never get up again."

"What else?"

"And..." Yu Xing pondered and stretched out his legs. "I felt my legs cracked, but this might be an illusion. After all, there is no trace that can prove that it cracked."

"What else?"

"It's gone. I struggled for a while in the illusion of loneliness, and then got up. As you said, I imagined it was a whole day, but only three minutes passed in reality." Yu Xing said the truth. He experienced a hundred years of loneliness in the coffin. Now when he came out, he was very happy to chat with Carlos to relieve his mood.

"Apart from the hint that makes people fall forever, there is nothing else in this coffin, nor any other danger. To be honest, I was a little disappointed. It was boring than I thought." Yu Xing curled his lips and patted the dust that did not exist on his body.

Although he always felt that his memory seemed to have been affected a little, and the feeling of being borne in the coffin was not all in his mind, he didn't care much.

It’s like a person dreaming. After waking up, he only remembers the feelings, but not what he did every day in the dream.

What he forgot should be just something irrelevant.

Carlos glanced at him suspiciously, but Yu Xing's tone was too natural, making it hard not to believe it.

Yu Xing noticed his eyes and said mockingly, "Why don't you go in and have a sleep?"

Carlos waved his hand: "No, I am different from you. I will never let myself fall into unprovoked danger. Besides, have you said that there is nothing inside... I believe my teammates~"
To be continued...