When Han Zhen woke up again, he found himself lying in a dark and lightless space. The cold touch under his body was like jade, and under the darkness, he couldn't see what was going on around him for a while.

Han Zhen felt a dull pain in his forehead and wanted to stretch out his hand to rub it, but as soon as he straightened his hand, he touched the hard stone slab and made a dull sound.

Surprised in his heart, Han Zhen moved his limbs slightly, and as a result, he touched the hard stone walls all around him, including directly above him.

Was he locked in a coffin? Han Zhen thought in surprise.

But if it were really a coffin, the size of this sarcophagus would be quite spacious.

Subconsciously, Han Zhen thought of the stone coffin lying in the center of the underground palace hall when he first entered it.

At this time, as his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness around him, Han Zhen began to be able to see the surrounding environment clearly. The first thing that caught his eye was the complicated and mysterious stripes carved on the surrounding stone walls, which seemed to be climbing like vines.

Around the stone wall.

The moment he saw these patterns, Han Zhen's first thought was that this was not the sarcophagus in the center of the hall, because he had looked inside the sarcophagus at that time and did not see such complicated patterns.

Then, he no longer thought about it, leaned his back against the ground, raised his arms flatly and dragged the stone slab above him, and with a sudden force, he directly overturned the stone slab blocking it.

The barrier above was lifted, and Han Zhen stood up slowly to check the situation around him.

After the stone slab was lifted, no light came from it, and the surroundings were still pitch black. Fortunately, Han Zhen had adapted to the dark environment, and it did not hinder his vision.

Standing up and looking around, Han Zhen was surprised at first. He was surrounded by dozens of huge stone pillars, the floors and walls paved with bluestones, and the familiar murals on the surrounding walls all told him that he was in the very beginning.

The underground palace hall.

And what he was under was probably the sarcophagus in the hall.

However, when he and Lu Liang entered the hall, the crown of the sarcophagus was obviously lifted and pushed to the ground aside, and no strange patterns were seen inside the sarcophagus.

Han Zheng turned over and jumped out of the sarcophagus. He hurriedly leaned over to check the inner wall of the sarcophagus under him. At this time, a strange scene appeared. I don't know whether it was because of his jumping out or because the crown cover was lifted. He was lying on the sarcophagus just now.

The patterns that were clearly visible inside began to blur and disappear.

Out of curiosity, Han Zhen stretched out his fingers to touch the disappearing pattern, then concentrated his energy and stared into the sarcophagus with a pale golden light in his eyes.

But no matter whether he touched or stared, he didn't find anything unusual, and the strange patterns were still gradually dissipating.

Unable to figure out what was so strange about the sarcophagus, Han Zhen reached out and rubbed his groggy forehead, trying to remember how he fainted and how he appeared in the sarcophagus.

However, he found that his memory was actually a mess. The only memory he could clearly sort out was that he and Lu Liang defeated many living dead in the hall, and then he asked Lu Liang to explore the way in front, and he followed closely.

The second corridor behind the hall.

After that, the content of the memory became strangely fragmented. One moment, he was chasing Lu Liang, and the next moment, Lu Liang was chasing him. In between, there seemed to be scenes of him and Lu Liang fighting.

The strange thing is that unlike the case of amnesia, all these fragmentary memories in Han Zhen's mind are very clear, but there is no logical clue to connect these things together, as if it is a novel that has been scrambled.

It's confusing.

However, in his only clear memory, Han Zhen still remembered that there were eight or nine knocked over living dead in the hall. Thinking of this, he quickly searched around again, and did not forget to glance upward.

After looking around, I couldn't find any trace of a living corpse, and the iron ropes extending from the wall in the memory above my head also disappeared without a trace.

This result left Han Zhen even more confused as to whether there was something wrong with his memory or if something had changed in the hall after he and Lu Liang left.

After this round of searching, Han Zhen no longer stayed where he was, but moved away from the sarcophagus in the center of the hall and walked to a position close to the stone door at the entrance of the hall.

At this time, Han Zhen faced the half-open stone door in his memory and was about to reach out and try to push it. Suddenly, a dazzling light came from the half-covered gap in the stone door.

Han Zhen was staring at something in the dark, but the sudden dazzling light made his eyes sore. He quickly covered his eyes with one hand and jumped back a few meters.

And just as Han Zhen was rubbing his eyes hard and being stimulated by the light, finally regaining his vision, a short figure with golden light all over his body came out from behind the stone door.

"What are you doing? What are you looking at me for? Why are you rubbing your eyes again?"

Lu Liang, who came in from behind the stone door, looked at Han Zhen standing not far from him and asked strangely.

"Where did you come from?" Han Zhen asked without answering.

And Lu Liang said with a strange look on his face: "What nonsense are you talking about? I haven't been following you all the time. Huh? Where is your shovel? Didn't you still have it in your hand before you entered the door?"

Hearing what the other party said, Han Zhen felt a strange feeling in his heart. He frowned and said, "I just woke up and found that I was locked in that sarcophagus. The shovel must have been thrown in that passage when I was unconscious."

.What do you mean you are following me all the time?"

Lu Liang had an incomprehensible expression on his face and replied: "What fainted? What sarcophagus? You didn't blow up the sinkhole with one punch, so we had to walk in along the passage. You entered in front of me."

This stone gate, I am only a few seconds slower than you, why do you seem to have lost your memory?"

Facing Lu Liang's questioning, Han Zhen made a look on his face like "You're fucking kidding me" and said, "I lost my memory? Did you lose your memory? Do you still remember the Taiyi Talisman?"

?”

The Taiyi Talisman was a clue that Han Zhen searched for from the fragments scattered in his mind. Two of his fragmentary memories were related to the Taiyi Talisman.

One was that Lu Liang was walking in front of him to explore the road, but he walked faster and faster and gradually ran out of his sight. Then he heard a shout from the other party in the tunnel ahead, and the content of the shout was "Taiyi God"

The four words "talisman" were followed by a violent explosion, and then another unrelated memory.

The second memory is of being attacked by Lu Liang who suddenly appeared in front of him, and the reason why the opponent attacked him was that he cheated his Taiyi Talisman.

Although these two memories seem to have no logical connection, one thing is obvious. This Taiyi Talisman should be very precious to the little Taoist priest in front of him, so at this time, Han Zhen directly threw out these four words to test whether the other party was

Even if I really have amnesia, I am still acting.

Sure enough, Lu Liang's face changed drastically when he heard the words Taiyi Talisman, and he immediately asked in a hurried tone: "How do you know Taiyi Talisman? Impossible, the inheritance of Taiyi Talisman has been cut off long ago.

My master is the only one alive now who can draw this talisman."

While saying this, he quickly reached out to his jeans

Searching in pants pockets.

Han Zhen was really surprised sometimes, how could the other person's jeans pockets, which looked so close to his body, could hold so many things? He didn't believe that there was really any space to store things in this world.

As he rummaged around, Lu Liang's face became even uglier, and he muttered from time to time: "Impossible, why is it gone? How could it be gone? It's over now. The master said this

The cost of Zhang Fu is 200,000 yuan. I didn’t make a penny on this trip, and I also lost money on Zhang Taiyi’s magical talisman. When I get back, the master will knock my head off.”

Lu Liang's underestimated voice was very low, but Han Zhen still heard it clearly. When he heard the two hundred thousand yuan for a charm, Han Zhen couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows.

He thought to himself that it was no wonder that this boy wanted to risk his life. If someone cheated him of his 200,000 yuan, he would probably have to embed that person into a Buddha statue.

Later, Han Zhen asked Lu Liang with a guilty conscience: "Why don't you think about it again, have you missed any memories? Our memories don't match up. Look at that talisman of yours that is gone.

Is that the best evidence?"

To be honest, Han Zhen really didn't want Lu Liang to remember anything. If he thought about the talisman again and fought against him, he would be wronged.

But in the current situation, Han Zhen could only hope that Lu Liang would remember something to make up for his confused memory, so that the two of them could have a chance to unravel the mystery in this underground palace.

After hearing Han Zhen's words, Lu Liang temporarily put aside the psychological shadow of having his head blown off by his master when he returned, and seriously thought about when he used the Taiyi Talisman.

As Lu Liang pondered carefully, he felt that something was indeed missing in his mind, but no matter how much he thought about it, he could not see the full picture of the matter.

Then, as if he suddenly figured something out, he raised his head and stared at Han Zhen with piercing eyes and asked: "By the way! How do you know the Taiyi talisman? Did you see me using that talisman? Tell me quickly.

What did I forget? Why did I use the Taiyi Talisman?"

Han Zhen's mouth twitched when he heard the other party's question. Although he had two incomplete memories about the Taiyi Talisman, he obviously couldn't talk about it.

I don't have any memory of when I cheated the other party's talisman. I have to rely on my memory to say that I am inexplicably going to fight with this kid again.

After thinking about it, Han Zhen said hesitantly: "My memories are all messed up. It feels like... there's something missing, so I asked you to recall it carefully, thinking that if you can remember something, I might be able to complete it."

My memory is blank."

Lu Liang frowned and said: "After careful recall, I can also recall some fragments, but just like you said, there seems to be something missing between these memory fragments, but I can't tell what is missing."

As he spoke, Lu Liang hit his head with his small hands, as if he was trying to complete the incomplete memory.

And Han Zhen also made a pensive expression, thinking deep in his heart.

His memory was not incomplete. On the contrary, he felt that everything he encountered in the underground palace seemed to be clearly remembered.

It’s just that there seems to be no logic between these memories, just like a related word is missing between two sentences. I always feel that something is missing, but what exactly is missing?

"cause and effect…"

Just when Han Zhen and Lu Liang were both frowning and thinking, a desolate and hoarse voice suddenly came to mind in the center of the hall.
Chapter completed!