"Should, probably, maybe it'll be better, right?"

Yin Dong said uncertainly and was slapped on the back by the old lady. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Hey, don't rush me. I have never heard of this kind of treatment method. I don't have any reference. Just ask me."

, I can’t lie to you either.”

The old lady snorted coldly: "You have been a bad boy since you were a child. How many times have you lied to an old woman like me?"

What can Yin Dong do when he encounters an unreasonable grandma?

He could only sigh, and then silently looked at the ice coffin in the small courtyard.

Click, click, click...

A slight crackling sound erupted from the ice coffin, which was particularly clear at this moment. At this time, Yin Dong discovered that the kings of the Burial Clan could no longer sit still, and they all ran to the sky above the Blue Star Manor to watch.

The Night King's voice also sounded at this time: "If you wake up, collect the blood of the Yin Spirit, otherwise the fat man will collect it!"

"The blood of Yin spirits?"

A man's voice sounded from the ice coffin, making Yin Dong's heart beat wildly.

The old lady had tears streaming down her face and cried hoarsely: "Mingzi, my dear grandson, wake up!"

boom!

The ice coffin exploded, and a young man's figure jumped out, Yin Spirit's blood splashed out, and a fat man threw out a basin with flashing black light, collecting all the Yin Spirit's blood.

"You don't want this for yourself, don't blame the fat man for taking advantage." The Night King said loudly, not so much to tell the people in the coffin as to inform Yin Dong.

Yin Dong said nothing.

He didn't mind at all that the Yin spirit's blood in the ice coffin was taken away. The reason why he didn't say that it was given directly to the person who performed the technique at first was because he didn't want the kings of the Burial Clan to think that he still had a lot of blood.

The blood of Yin spirits.

At this time, Yin Dong had no time to pay attention to him. His spiritual power enveloped his cousin, and he carefully observed his expression to determine whether he was Yin Ming or King You.

However, Yin Dong had never encountered this matter before and had no experience. He looked at it for a long time and still couldn't figure out why.

Old Mrs. Yin didn't care so much. She beat Yin Dong and cried heartbreakingly: "Let me in, I want to see my good grandson, my Mingzi is awake, he is awake..."

Hearing the old lady's cry, Yin Ming stood in the small courtyard among the shattered ice coffins. He looked up at Yin Dong and the old lady suspended in the air, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"who I am?"

"Why am I here?"

Two questions were asked in succession, and both Yin Dong and Night King were sure that if they hadn't pretended to be stupid, the resurrected Yin Ming would have lost his memory. Now he is neither Yin Ming nor King You, but a brand new genius of the Burial Clan.

The Night King felt that for the Burial Clan, such Yin Ming was an unexpected surprise. He looked at Yin Dong with a rare serious look and said in a deep voice: "Your brother must be sent back to the Burial World, otherwise, there is no guarantee that

His peace.”

Yin Dong raised his eyebrows, making sure that the Night King was not alarmist. He led the old lady into the small courtyard and said, "I can't make a decision on this matter. I have to let Yin Ming talk to the old lady himself."

This means that if the old lady doesn't agree, he won't let Yin Ming go, even if he knows that this person may no longer be his cousin and has become a brand new member of the Burial clan.

Anyway, if the old lady thinks he is Yin Ming, then he must be Yin Ming, or not!

Yin Dong didn't say these words, but the Night King understood them.

The fat man frowned, looked at Yin Ming who looked confused and said, "You have accepted the Burial Pearl inheritance, so there is no way you have no memory at all. Stop pretending to be a fool here. Say it quickly and leave! Otherwise, wait.

When the immortals and demons react, they will definitely send strong men to intercept and kill you. It’s hard to say whether you can return to the Burial Realm alive!”

Yin Ming said blankly: "I said...what?"

"Say that you are going to the Burial World to find your teacher. You will be absolutely safe in the Burial World. When you return from your studies, you can accompany your grandma. Or, ask your grandma to follow you and go to the Burial World together."

The Night King made a good calculation. Yin Ming, who was suspected of having his body taken away, could not pull Yin Dong into the Burial Clan's chariot. Coupled with the old lady Yin, it would definitely affect Yin Dong.

Yin Dong snorted coldly and said: "I think if Yin Ming follows me, he can better accompany grandma, and the immortals and demons will not be so ignorant to disturb Yin Ming."

The Night King, a fat man who was able to stay and stretch, immediately laughed and said: "I'm just kidding, the burial world is really not suitable for ordinary people to enter. It's too cold and cold there, like a tomb. Of course the old lady should follow you, brother-in-law!"

At this time, Mrs. Yin finally understood and her expression became tangled.

Yin Dong comforted him softly and said, "Nai, there's no need to worry. Mingzi doesn't have to go to the burial world. He's with us. I can guarantee his safety."

"What if the enemy is too strong and you can't defeat him?" the old lady asked.

Yin Dong's face darkened: "Nai, why don't you just hope that I will be better! Is there any enemy that your grandson and I can't defeat? That's it, Mingzi will follow me and not go to the burial world."

This is just bragging, he really hasn't reached the level of being invincible, but isn't this just to appease the old lady!

The old lady's heart that loves her little grandson is still entangled: "Then why shouldn't he go to the funeral world? It's absolutely safe. Also, if he goes to the funeral world, there will be a teacher to teach him. If he goes to the funeral world, he will be stabbed a thousand times.

What can you learn from this little bastard?"

"..."

Yin Dong was poor in words, but what the old lady said was so reasonable that he was speechless.

"Pfft, hahaha..."

The fat Night King smiled unkindly.

Yin Ming also laughed.

This amnesiac young man's invisible aura was very powerful, but his eyes looked at Old Mrs. Yin with warmth and a natural closeness.

He took the initiative and said to Mrs. Yin: "Mistress, I'm going to the burial place. I'll come see you when I'm free later."

Even in the state of amnesia, he knew that the burial world was not suitable for this old human lady to enter, and he specifically advised: "Mistress, don't worry, I will take care of myself."

Mrs. Yin immediately stopped worrying and said reluctantly: "Okay, I will listen to you. If you are short of anything, just ask someone to tell your brother."

Yin Dong sighed: "Hey, there is everything in the burial world, why are you so worried!"

The old lady didn't know how to practice, but her love for her little grandson made her extremely smart at the moment: "This fat man even wants the blood in the coffin. That blood must be good. You can prepare more for Mingzi."

"Milk, you already know that it is a good thing, and you want me to prepare more for him. How much do you think I can do?" Yin Dong said, and deliberately teased the old lady: "Mingzi is my grandson, I just choose it."

Are you here?"

Snap!

Old Mrs. Yin was so domineering that she slapped Yin Dong directly on the shoulder and shouted fiercely: "I will give you as much as you have. What nonsense are you talking about! Mingzi is still rushing to be buried in some world!"

Yin Ming lost his memory, but he felt that this scene was inexplicably familiar. It seemed that the old lady would often scold Yin Dong for him. The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
Chapter completed!