He was in a daze for a while, unable to explain why.
However, the other party was very likely to be Xia Chen, the first-generation head prefect!
Su Yu looked at him in a daze. At this moment, there was an inexplicable sense of melancholy. The first-generation head prefect could be considered to have left a heavy mark in the history of the tenth tide, the history of the human race.
The tenth tide, the creator of the many divine runes.
But now, he had also become an undead spirit whose nature suppressed human nature.
The mark of the undead, or the fruit of life and death, could allow the other party to recover some of his memories. Su Yu was not interested in anything else, but the tombstone. He was extremely interested in it. Suddenly, he looked at He Tu.
He Tu’s expression changed. Why are you looking at me?
You just took a mark of the undead!
You gave the star and Moon away, but you won’t take it back?
