After reading the poem, he shook his head: "I don't know."

He was very frank, with a hint of bewilderment on his face.

The others also shook their heads one after another.

These names are extremely strange, and I have never heard of them.

Even Ning Yue couldn't help shaking her head at this moment.

Even as an elder here, these names are extremely unfamiliar.

There was only one person, frowning at this moment, his eyes fixed on the names on the tombstones.

Although the wooden stele is tattered, although the name on it has long since become a little blurred through the baptism of the years.

However, every stroke of every word above was still enough to make him tremble on the spot.

"They...they..." He was speechless, and could only look at Han Sanqian blankly: "These graves... are all...real?"

Han Sanqian nodded.

"These are all true gods who were once famous in the Eight Directions World."

He shouted in a trembling voice, some didn't believe it, but more were still shocked.

Obviously, this person can only be Jiang Hu Bai Xiaosheng.

Although he is well versed in the affairs of Jianghu, he still has some impressions of the names of these ancient gods.

Hearing Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng's words, the crowd fell silent at the same time, and then completely exploded.

"What?"

"These...these are the cemeteries of the true gods?"

"No way, how could the true gods of our eight directions world be in such a place? And, not one, two, but..."

"this��"

A group of people collectively looked at each other in blank dismay, almost unbelievable.

What is God?

It is a god in the true sense, a god who is out of reach, a god whose name can only be heard but not seen.

But now, not only can everyone see it, but even at this moment, they are lying on the land under their feet. How can this not be shocking? How not to be scary?

And, it's still so much at one time.

Han Sanqian completely understood their fuss, because when he saw him for the first time, why wasn't he like this?

"Sanqian, if these are the cemeteries of ancient true gods, I don't understand why you come to dig their graves late at night?" Ning Yue asked strangely.

The poetic language is also full of puzzlement: "Yes, leader, this is a bit wrong. You just said that they are still your benefactors. Since they are benefactors, why... still dig their graves?"

Han Sanqian had no choice but to give a wry smile: "It's a long story, so I won't go into details."

"Besides, they are my benefactors, and I have to keep some secrets for them." JrNovels.com