An Lin was starting to doubt even himself now.
He had been brainwashed…
The more the two Stone Tribe living beings discussed with one another, the more depth their conversation began to hold.
The conversation had already transcended An Lin's imagination and reached some sort of peculiar, mysterious level.
After debating with one another for a while.
The young Stone Tribe living being beamed with excitement. "Master, what you're saying is, the person inside that coffin is Shrodinger's An
The old Stone Tribe living being nodded. "That's right, this is Schrodinger's An Lin!"
An Lin: "???"
