Mu Feng stroked the stone table, and a cold feeling came from his fingertips. This was not an ordinary stone.

Uncle Yin walked to the stone bed and lay down, crossed his legs, and his black pupils turned dark blue at this moment.

"This is left by my predecessors, I am a servant who guards the tomb."

Mu Feng was surprised and said, "Slave? You are the only one?"

Yin Bo smiled strangely, without any resentment or inferiority, but instead showed a sense of pride.

"I have been the only one for eternity."

Mu Feng frowned and said, "Qiyuan? How long have you been in this Scorpio's mountains?"

A ripple appeared in Yin Bo's eyes, and this question seemed to touch his memories.

"It's almost three thousand years."

Mu Feng was shocked. Is this true or false after three thousand years of immortality?

"Don't you believe it?"

Uncle Yin saw the suspicion in Mu Feng's eyes.

Mu Feng smiled dryly and said, "I am only thirteen years old, and you are three thousand years old. This is really unbelievable."

Uncle Yin looked at the top of the wall, and a hint of silence appeared in his eyes.

"The three thousand years are mostly loneliness and coldness, and immortality is not as beautiful as imagined."

Mu Feng said: "You have said that there is no one who wants to die when you are alive."
Chapter completed!