Chapter Forty-Nine: The Green Dragon

When I woke up, it was dawn. Wu Song removed the limbs wrapped around his body by the Sun sisters, kissed the faces of the two lightly, and then put on his clothes and walked out of the door.

The river water next to the cross slope is still muddy, and the gray-yellow color gives Wu Song a sense of unreality standing by the river. He recalled what he had encountered in the mysterious tomb, including the strange bronze statues and strange stone doors, as well as the humanoid moths and the rotting cat people, all of which made Wu Song feel panicked.

Especially the hole that he encountered in the corridor at the end, it was so dark that it seemed to be able to absorb people's minds, and it made Wu Song feel a bloodthirsty impulse, and this impulse was only experienced by Tiangangyu.

What exactly is the relationship between the two? Who is the owner of that mysterious tomb? And where do those things that are not human and non-animal come from? Wu Song felt that his mind was in chaos.

"I'll put aside the things I can't figure out." This is Wu Song's consistent way of dealing with troubles. He exhaled lightly, and took out the fake jade from his bosom again, and after the centipede Dao man died, it fell into Wu Song's hands.

"It seems that if you want to solve the mystery, you have to find this Luo Zhenren." Wu Song's fingers rubbed the words "Luo Zhenren" on the fake jade and muttered to himself.

The sky has gradually turned white, and the morning sun has also revealed the top of the mountain, and it has begun to spread heat to everything. Before he knew it, Wu Song had been by the river for an hour, and when the dazzling sunlight shone into his eyes, he came back to his senses, "I have to go to see the two good brothers Shi and Wang Jin immediately, I wonder if they have woken up?" With this in mind, Wu Song took a step and walked towards the room where Shi and Wang Jin were.

Wu Song came to the room of Shi and Wang Jin, also sick, these two brothers do not have such a good fortune as Wu Song, they can lie alone in Erniang's boudoir to rest. But the two were still arranged in a good guest room, and were taken care of by two guys, Sun Da and Sun Er.

When Wu Song came to the front of the house, he heard the sound of the stone, and judging from the big voice of the stone, he should be fine.

Wu Song pushed the door in, just in time to hear the stone sitting on the bed, spitting and flying, "...... Do you know how powerful the Sprinkle family is? At that time, Wang Jin, a stupid boy, was so frightened by the fishman that he almost peed his pants, and I rushed up, without saying a word, and punched the fishman away. And ......"

The two guys squatting beside him, Sun Da and Sun Er, listened attentively, I don't know if they were really listening, or if they had to do this because of the threat of the stone.

On the other bed, Wang Jin was injured because he had fought with the fishman, and he had some strips of white cloth wrapped around his face and hands, so he couldn't move or speak for the time being.

What's even more painful is that he listened to the nonsense of the stone, and he couldn't argue, the grievance in his heart, he almost didn't cry, helpless, he had to open a pair of tiger eyes and stare at the stone angrily.

Wu Song saw this scene and almost didn't laugh. It seems that Shi Shi is really a guy who is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid that Wang Jin will beat him after he recovers from his injuries.

"Ahem." Wu Song coughed a few times and walked into the room.

"Big brother, you're okay" Shi looked at Wu Song, and immediately put aside the two guys and stood up from the bed with a happy face.

"Hmm." Wu Song nodded lightly, walked to Wang Jin's bedside again, and asked with concern, "Brother Wang, are your injuries okay?" ”

Wang Jin tapped his chin, and a few tears rolled out of the tiger's eyes.

"That...... That old king, don't blame me, you also know that the stone loves the mountain, you can let me fart. The stone also showed some concern in his eyes, but he just didn't admit it.

Wang Jin glared at the stone fiercely, as if to say, when Lao Tzu's injury is healed, see how I clean you up. The stone guy stuck out his tongue and stopped talking.

Then, after Wu Song instructed his men to have some details on the medication, he left the cross slope and came to Zhang Dujian's house, where Yulan and Brother Yun were still there.

Since being framed by Wu Song, Zhang Dujian has been disciplined very strictly by the Qian family, so Wu Song did not trouble him, and after leading Yulan and his party, he left Zhang's mansion.

The group stayed on the cross slope for more than half a month, and they did not go on the road until Wang Jin's injuries were almost healed. In the past half a month, Wu Song naturally has a lot of charms with Erniang, a pair of sisters, and the relationship between them has become deeper and deeper.

The distress of Wu Song and others this time made the two girls really worried, and they unanimously asked to accompany Wu Song to Tokyo.

Wu Song couldn't bear the pain of lovesickness, so he agreed to these two beauties.

After several months of trekking, Wu Song and his entourage passed by the cross slope, Centipede Ridge, and Feiyunpu, and finally, finally left Mengzhou and set foot on the boundary of Qingzhou.

Wu Song may not know how much bloody rain will be set off in Qingzhou, a place where black and white are mixed, because of his arrival......

Thousands of miles away, outside a secret room in Tokyo City, a man in a green shirt pushed the door in, this man had indifferent eyes, handsome facial features, and a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows from time to time. He carried a strange knife behind him, and several four-clawed green dragons were engraved on the knife, which was actually the same as the legendary green dragon glaive knife.

But its handle is obviously much shorter than the Qinglong knife, only a few inches in length, and the whole knife is unpretentious, but it is full of coldness.

In the lobby of the secret room sat a majestic old man, it was Gao Yu, and the dragon chair under him had not changed at all, as if it was tailor-made for him.

The man in the green shirt walked a few steps, came to Gao Yu's eyes, bowed his head, bowed to Gao Yu, and said, "Qinglong, see Taiwei." ”