He sighed softly, removed the blood scab, and headed towards the direction indicated by Tang Yi with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The landing point was very close to the photo shooting point, so he saw the broken door before he walked for a while.

Tang Xuan walked to this door with a complicated mood.

‘Don’t come to me’ is engraved in the lower half of the door. There are two ancient god characters on this sentence that say ‘I’m already’, ‘I’, and the words behind the ‘I’ are gone with the damaged part.

The depth of the marks is inconsistent, which is very similar to being scratched with fingertips. Tang Xuan reached out to touch the marks, imitating the posture of Lin Wan when he imagined the words Lin Wan was carving. In a trance, he seemed to be overlapping with Lin Wan from billions of years ago, and felt the panic and confusion in the marks.

A girl in her twenties suddenly came to a completely unfamiliar place. There was no familiar order, familiar civilization, and familiar people here. She experienced the storm alone and gradually lost herself in one bizarre thing after another. One day, she dreamed back at midnight, and suddenly woke up and thought of the distant past. She found that her memory was becoming more and more blurred. She might not remember the past in the near future, so she left this line of words on the gate of her palace with confusion.

I don't remember you anymore, don't come to me.

At this moment, Tang Xuan seemed to see Lin Wan.

Lin Wan, who was honored for many years after her reign, secretly ran out of the palace in a quiet night. She cried and engraved the lines of words here, but she didn't know what she was crying. It was not until she finished engraving that she woke up. She cried because she didn't know what she was crying, so she cried even more sadly.

How desperate is this?

Tang Xuan didn't know if he had an illusion, nor did he know if his guess about the lost half sentence was correct. He only felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and he suddenly realized that Lin Wan had become an indispensable part of his life at some point.

He stared at the door and said word by word: "I will find you."

He walked around the door and continued forward.

This is a large ruin of a building, with a foundation covering a radius of several thousand meters, but the main body of the building has disappeared over the years, and now there is only a ruin.

This building should be a relatively important building, otherwise Lin Wan would not have carved that sentence on the door. Tang Xuan closed his eyes gently, let go of his perception, and carefully scanned the remains inch by inch.

After a while, he sensed a faint wave of divine power. He walked to the place where the wave came with a complicated expression and saw a falling stone tablet.

The carvings on the stele have been completely flattened. Tang Xuan reached out to hold a corner of the stele and lifted it up with difficulty. There were several complete stone slabs under the stele. Tang Xuan lifted the stone slab and saw a wooden box.

The wooden box was surrounded by faint fluctuations of divine power. It seemed that Lin Wan used her divine power to ensure that this wooden box could withstand the passing of time and keep the things inside intact until now.

Is this left for him?

Tang Xuan hesitated for a moment and opened the wooden box. It was Lin Wan's gun inside. Now it was certain that she really fell out of the time cycle and entered history, and the remains here also belonged to her.
Chapter completed!