Suddenly, Lin Fan's fingertips moved slightly, followed by his entire arm beginning to move.
Lin Fan, who had been keeping his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them.
Then, Lin Fan sat up.
"Where am I?"
When he first awoke, Lin Fan was a bit confused.
"So, this is the Ancient God Mansion? It seems I'm not dead!"
Lin Fan laughed.
Regardless, as long as he wasn't dead, that was a good thing.
However, soon Lin Fan suddenly thought of Hu Mei'er.
Thinking of Hu Mei'er made Lin Fan even happier.
Because Lin Fan knew that his Hu Mei'er didn't want to kill him.
The person who killed him five hundred years ago was not his own Hu Mei'er.
His Hu Mei'er had been body snatched by someone else five hundred years ago, to be precise, the person who wanted to kill him was the one who had seized Hu Mei'er.
"Over these five hundred years, Mei'er's consciousness has always been suppressed, she also has been suffering endlessly, I must save her!"
