in the stone chamber.

The sound of crying was faint, with a slight chill, echoing in the small room.

The black butterfly rubbed a pair of forefeet, glanced at the weeping face mask hanging on the wall with disgust, and exerted the power of shadows to the fullest, the terrifying screen hibernation in the darkness, and the screams of souls like ghosts echoing in the void.

"Woo-"

"Woooooooooooo

The cry of the ghost and the cry of the mask form a strange duo.

However, the former is obviously much brighter than the latter, and there is a faint feeling of oppression.

The flexible and sharp screen is like a giant axe that cuts through the void, and it penetrates all the void from top to bottom.

The power of the shadows was so powerful that it even sliced out afterimages, and only the sound of the wind that pierced the air could prove its existence.

"Whew-"

The sound of the super-high-speed collision echoed in the air, and the sound of the crying face mask suddenly stopped, and his expression stiffly hung on the stone wall motionless.

It wasn't until the power of the shadows subsided and the screen returned to the quiet ground that a small stream of air was set off that the Wailing Face Mask scattered and shattered into tiny pieces.

The pieces are neatly aligned, smooth and delicate, and all of them are the size of a grain of rice...... Looks a lot like dandruff......

The black qi of the Dao escaped and seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and the black butterfly that actively gathered and flew into the air was absorbed by a special markings on its butterfly wings.

......

Qiao Yang slowly opened his eyes, his face was a little pale, and he looked like a ghost under the faint green light of the night pearl.

This dream experience was not very good......

Traveling back to the barbaric era, the Ming text was still uncivilized, slash-and-burn farming, wild beast invasion, cannibalism among the same clans, and constant wars, all of which were sad tones.

It's just that compared to the last weird smile dream, the people in this dream are much more real.

Maybe it could be changed to a different word, more flesh and blood.

As the patriarch, Qiao Yang will feel joy when the clan harvests food, and sadness when they are hurt, no longer insensitive, and a lot more vivid.

It's just that certain emotions seem to be missing, and when they are violated by other ethnic groups, they only cry and laugh, without anger, indignation, hatred, and the desire to protect their homeland......

Qiao Yang's brows furrowed, as if he felt like he was grasping something.

What do these unidentified objects that look like monsters but not monsters want to tell him if they bring themselves into the illusion again and again?

Or rather, what is their purpose?

Thinking along this line of thought, Qiao Yang unconsciously glanced at the direction of the crying face mask that was originally hung on the stone wall.

But it was empty, and the ground was littered with tiny crumbs of leather, and a dark butterfly was now burrowing through the crumbs like a worm.

Qiao Yang: "......"

"Ah, why are you playing dandruff ......"

Qiao Yang looked at the pile of debris that seemed to be human skin with disgust, the crumbs looked pale and greasy, and the feeling of death of the previous mask was gone, only a strange disgusting feeling remained.

Xiao Hei heard his master's call, got out of the debris, shook his body, shook off the crumbs on his scales, and then picked up a small round bead and flew back.

After a circle in the air, it put the bead on Qiao Yang's palm and flew back to its shoulder position, holding its head high, proud like a victorious little general.

"Oh my black, are you...... Have you gained weight recently?" Qiao Yang clenched his fists, and while squeezing the beads, his eyes kept wandering over Xiao Hei.

Black: "???"

You're fat!!

It raised one of its forefeet in annoyance, bent its limbs slightly, leaned back, and punched Qiao Yang in the cheek!

However, due to its size and the fact that it is not a fighting attribute, this punch has no strength, only to vent its emotions and express its dissatisfaction.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Qiao Yang always felt that this butterfly was a little bigger, its wings were fully open, and it was already the size of two palms.

The aura also seemed to be different, revealing a deeper darkness, and the markings on the entire scaly wings seemed to be alive, but instead of being angry, they were constantly exuding a dead aura.

Qiao Yang smacked his lips and laughed alone: "Aren't you fat, just fluffy?"

Xiao Hei's indignant head tilted, it got angry, and decided that it would never pay attention to Qiao Yang again within 5 minutes, no one can persuade him!

Qiao Yang was happy and shook his head helplessly, and then moved his gaze to the palm of his hand and looked at the small bead that Xiao Hei found from his dandruff.

The beads were the size of quail eggs, pale and tattered, covered with fine holes, and from time to time there was a trace of black gas swirling around the jade.

Qiao Yang only glanced at it, and then he was completely stunned.

Of course, he is very familiar with this bead!

It's a ghost jade!

【Ghost Jade】

[General's handsome-level materials, limited to the use of decaying demon beasts, only born in a place of deep life, condensing the resentment of demon beasts]

Graveyard secret realm specialty, handsome-level rare material, ghost jade!

At the Jincheng Production and Marketing Conference before, he had obtained this material, and the handsome-level ghost jade had not yet been made into a potion, but it was just an ordinary absorption, which made Xiao Hei directly skyrocket out of 7 mutation directions!

Its preciousness is self-evident.

Qiao Yang became excited, what kind of luck is this, and he actually encountered a rare material?

This place is a treasure trove!

I couldn't put it down and put the ghost jade in my palm and played with it for a long time, Qiao Yang's eyes flickered, and he felt that the bunch of dandruff seemed to have become a lot cuter in an instant.

Urging the illustrated book to observe, sure enough, like the gravel of the smiling face stone statue, this pile of debris also lost its energy fluctuations and became mortal.

And there was nothing else in the stone room except for a small door, sighing slightly, Qiao Yang was a little reluctant.

If he could get a rare material in a dream, he really could, very much!

The small door is not high, only more than 1 meter high, I don't know when it appeared, it may have been during the time when Qiao Yang fell asleep.

But he had long been accustomed to it, so he bowed down slightly, pushed open the small door, and continued to walk on his way.

Behind the small door, there was another world, and the walls were no longer gray and white stones, but black, full of ominousness, and the air became more and more uncomfortable.

The floors are paved with some kind of stone that is as smooth as jade, and each slab has some strangely shaped lines.

Qiao Yang held a flashlight and carefully observed the trajectory of each line, but he only felt that they were messy and couldn't see any specific meaning at all.

The small gate is small at first, and you can only bend forward, but as you go down, it will get bigger and bigger, and it will become an upward trend.

Qiao Yang's gaze moved upwards and saw a staircase made of the same stones, the stairs were not long, and the end was gray.

(End of chapter)