Moments later, the pain on Lin Yun's shoulder gradually subsided. At the same time, he felt a new memory in his mind that didn't belong to him. When he looked at Shi Meng again, he couldn't help but smile softly: "Meng'er, your uncle is fine, you should go out first.","I'm so unlucky," Lin Yin muttered bitterly, "I barely escaped one disaster, and now I'm going to die again",With a sound, the dream's face was marked with a crimson palm print.。