Wuge startled the spirit, and the voice came from nowhere, echoing in the empty space.

"Who?" There have been a lot of strange things that have happened since entering the formation, and I don't know if it was because of the fat or numbness, after Wuge was startled by the sudden voice, he was unexpectedly calm.

"Mingren doesn't say dark words, since I have fallen into your trap, you don't have to hide it, what tricks are there..."

The man was a little short, and his steps were a little slow: "I can only say three words. His voice was a little hoarse, like a man in the twilight, and he spoke very slowly, word by word.

Can I only say three sentences? Does the first sentence count? Wuge hesitated for a while, and was going to interrogate him clearly, but he wanted to observe it and see what the person's intentions were.

When the figure walked in front of Wuge, Wuge saw clearly through the ghostly light of the ghost fire that this was an old man, with a gray beard hanging down to the ground, a rickety figure, his eyebrows were like two long whiskers, white hanging down on his temples, the wrinkles on his face were as deep as woodcuts, and he lowered his head slightly, unable to see his eyes.

Wuge examined the old man and noticed that the crutches he was holding in his hand looked unusual, this crutch was bright and golden, with a beast's head on the top, with a bloody mouth and fangs, and a fierce look.

I can only answer "yes" and "no". The old man said again, and as he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Wuge, his eyes like a layer of white mist, chaotic.

Wuge waited for a long time, but the old man didn't follow.

Wuge was shocked, counted with his fingers, and finished three sentences?

"Old man, I don't mean to offend, but can you tell me how to get out?" Although Wuge didn't perceive any danger, her intuition told her that this place was very weird, and this old man must not be simple.

The old man didn't answer, he didn't hold his forehead, and asked again, "Where is this?"

The old man closed his eyes slightly.

"Who are you?"

There were still no answers, but I saw the old man swaying slightly with a cane.

“... Are you asleep?" Wuge was very suspicious, she loved to sleep when she was old, she had seen the old man at the entrance of Guyuan Village, who was playing chess with others, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

The old man slowly opened his eyes: "No." ”

Wuge was stunned for a moment, and Daigo was enlightened: "Do I have to add "yes" in front of every sentence?" It sounded like a tongue twister, but the old man quickly replied to her, "Yes".

So Wuge sorted out his thoughts: "Am I called in by you?"

"It's not. ”

"Is this inside the green stone?"

"Yes. ”

Wuge wanted to ask her how she got in and how she could get out, but because she was restricted from speaking, she couldn't ask, "Is it, how can I get out?", who is a normal person who talks like this?

Obviously, her conversation with the old man can only get a positive or negative result, and there is no way or method.

She suddenly thought that Mo Xingran said that the green stone had confessed to her, so she...

"Am I the master here?" Wuge's tone was very empty-hearted.

Unexpectedly, the old man answered her without hesitation: "Yes." ”

With this sentence, the stone hanging in Wuge's heart finally fell to the ground, since she is the master, then she should not be in danger of life.

She really couldn't think of how to continue to communicate with the old man, and tentatively walked towards the elevated road behind the old man, seeing that no one stopped her, she walked boldly to the front of the row of elevated roads to take a closer look, and the group of ghost fires also surrounded her as she walked.

Most of these dozens of shelves have some strange sundries, some plants that have never been seen before, ordinary food, clothing, and even pots and pans, but there are a few things placed on these shelves that make Wuge very curious.

There are tens of thousands of weapons on the shelf, and she was surprised to find that there are lotus knives, broken peak swords, war spirit rakes, and nine-foot satin, which are all divine weapons that everyone knows about in the post-god era, and these weapons are quietly placed on the shelves, glowing with colorful dazzling.

She knew that there was no pie falling from the sky, and that there was such a valuable thing in the stone she picked up for nothing, and her heart was beating.

There were countless books on another shelf, and she picked up one casually, which recorded the doorway and method of smelting rare metals, the pages were yellowed, some of the handwriting was blurred, and even more, it recorded the cultivation method of the forbidden art of the demon race.

The shelves next door are densely packed with elixirs and supplements, ordinary ones are her commonly used condensing pills, and there are also some bottles and jars with names she has never heard of, huge turtle shells, reindeer antlers in eastern Anhui... All kinds of curiosities, exquisite eyes, everything.

She was dizzy and dizzy, and she felt like she had suddenly fallen into the eyes of money.

There was also a shelf that stood out, this one of the shelves was different from the rest, this one was long, stretching vertically into the infinite darkness, but not so high that she could reach the top with her hands and feet.

There are small transparent bottles on the shelves, there are various colored liquids floating in them, there is only one drop in each bottle, but most of them are red, there are also blue, green, purple, these liquids are in the shape of water droplets, floating up and down in the small bottles, strange and gorgeous, the more she looks, the more fascinated she becomes, and she unconsciously walks into the darkness.

Just as she was concentrating on holding a small bottle to observe, there was a sudden whispering sound around her, and Wuge suddenly looked up, and found that the ghost fire that had been following her was gone at this time, except for the dim purple light of the vial in her hand, the rest of the place was dark.

"Who?" There were others in the stone, as if there were quite a few of them.

I only heard the whispering voice as if I was frightened by her, and suddenly it stopped moving.

There was an itch in my ears, and a gloomy voice sounded: "Can you hear us?"

"You, who are you?" Wuge was a little scared, and she dared to go back.

The voices of the men and women began to frolic in a low voice, "There's another bad luck here." "Hehe, but this time it doesn't seem to be the same. "How long do you think she'll last?" "She can hear us, it's obviously different from the previous ones"...

Wuge calmed down, these voices shouldn't hurt her: "Come out and speak, you should only be able to say three words." "It's called agitation.

Obviously not, the sinister male voice floated in her ears again: "Three sentences? Don't compare us with the old immortal surnamed Wu." ”

Wuge was very puzzled when he heard this, and they seemed to have a lot of resentment towards the old man.

In that case, she just asked clearly: "The old man at the door, is he the manager here? He didn't tell me how to get out, do you know?"

"Hmph, the manager, is a stinky janitor. "It's very contemptuous.

A bewitching female voice muttered in a low voice, "You say, she should be able to take us out." ”

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and for a moment, the gloomy voice lingered and compassionate, and the voice was full of bewitchment, lingering into Wuge's mind: "You take us out, we can help you do whatever you want, no matter the cost." ”

Wuge nodded indifferently for some reason, her eyes were a little hollow: "But how am I going to get out?"

"You stand where you came in, meditate on what came in, and you get out. ”

"And how am I going to take you out?"

"As long as you..."

Suddenly, the air around him became hot, the "buzzing" metal hiss was very harsh, and a dazzling golden light crossed in the darkness, and the old man came to Wuge's side at some point, he glared angrily at this time, the essence in his eyes was great, and he was no longer chaotic.

The crutches in his hand seemed to sense the master's rage, trembling, the golden rays were shining, the crutches were dotted on the ground with circles of golden ripples, and the old man slapped the head of the fierce beast on the crutches, and several rows of elevated shelves suddenly trembled like chaff.

The small bottles on the singer and the few small bottles on the shelf seemed to be pulled out by a force and hung in the air, the beast head on the crutch was transformed into shape in the air, hissing and opening its huge mouth and biting the vials with fangs, the desperate cries of men and women echoed in the air, and the purple liquid dripped from the beast's mouth, dripping on the ground and submerging into the ground.

With a satisfied expression, the giant beast licked its fangs and disappeared into the air.

The dazzling bright light disappeared, and there was darkness again, and she woke up like a dream, and just now she was unconsciously charmed, and she asked in a low voice: "May I ask what the hell is going on? Where is this?"

The expected quiet, the clusters of ghost fires came again, through the faint light, Wu Ge saw that the old man's face was a little hesitant, he waved his hand, and gestured a few times in the air, the group of ghost fires seemed to have received an order, and they were arranged crookedly in the air, and soon, several dark green fonts appeared from mid-air: "Fia Stone, storing all things, staying in time and space, punishing gods and demons, and getting blood Gu." ”

She stared at the big words and fell into deep thought.

The shaking of the ghostly fire.

She could roughly guess the meaning of the first few sentences, but "Punish gods and demons, get blood Gu." She didn't understand, of course, it literally meant to kill gods and demons and get blood Gu, but who killed gods and demons? What is blood Gu?

This series of events seemed to cast layers of fog on her, if the previous events happened to make her bump into her, but where did the bloodthirsty impulse surging in her body this morning, and that memory come from? How could she be inexplicably recognized by this figurative stone? What did those voices mean?

Wuge was puzzled, she looked at the old man, the previous actions seemed to consume most of his energy, and now he was holding the cane in both hands, leaning on the cane to gasp.

"Can I take the things here out and use them as I please?"

The old man nodded, but did not answer, but struggled to prop himself up, raised his cane, knocked on the shelf beside him, and shook his head.

Wu Ge knows, meaning that she can use other things, but the small bottle on this shelf can't.

At this point, the only way to cover up the water is to cover the water, and Wuge realizes that maybe all this is not a coincidence.

She has always spared her life, took the blood coagulation medicine from the pill shelf, and took a short sword from the divine weapon rack at random, this sword is not like other weapons with dazzling light, it is very inconspicuous, gray and hazy, Wu Ge just wants to use it for self-defense, pins the short sword to his waist, bows to the old man, turns around and walks to the place where he came, and is about to try to see if he can go back smoothly.

The old man suddenly grabbed her, there was a layer of fog in his eyes, Wuge couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel the feelings he wanted to convey, he was telling her: Take care!

Wuge nodded, urging his mind, thinking about the bone mound when he came, and suddenly in the blink of an eye, he seemed to see the stars in the sky, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and then in a flash, Wuge returned to the array, but it was not the bone mound in front of him...

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After Wuge left, Old Man Wu coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth, his legs trembled with crutches, and he didn't last long, he sat down on the ground.

Finally, living up to the loneliness of tens of millions of years, finally, let him wait!

But how could he explain everything to her? He just sent her a little message with the spiritual fire, which almost killed him!

When will that person give up?

Will she be able to get out of this exquisite array alive?

Everything is unknown, it all depends on creation!