Just frowning, Qin Hao's mind quickly listed the following two possibilities: first, Longtan is alive, this is the simplest and most direct logical answer; Second, he himself is a dead thing!

As for the second explanation, Qin Hao thought about it carefully, and felt that it was not impossible, the first one was the role of the writing wheel eye, the mirror. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Here's how the system explains: The world is a mirror, and I stand on the back of the mirror, shielding the heavens.

Well!

The heavenly machine is blocked, so it makes sense that he was shielded as a dead thing. Although, Qin Hao said that he has not yet gotten a clue about the new abilities of Writing Wheel Eye, but it is also possible that it has been re-used invisibly, as a person with rigorous thinking, he feels that this possibility cannot be ruled out.

There is another explanation, which is more worrying to him, that is, he himself is a dead thing, after all, he knows that there is a coffin in the sea, and coffins are not all used to hold dead people. Therefore, under the heavens, he was judged to be a dead thing.

This is a mistake similar to a game bug, but if it is really this kind of explanation, the deep meaning behind it makes Qin Hao feel chills in his heart.

This involves a primary and secondary problem, which is commonly known as putting the cart before the horse, all along, he feels that he is real, and the guy or soul in his body is an unknown creature, an outsider; But is that really the case?

You must know that strictly speaking, Qin Hao is a traverser, for this world, it is a smuggled black household, and that coffin should have existed in this body before he woke up.

"Damn, it's getting weirder and weirder, this body, it's really confusing."

There were too many questions that could not be explained, and Qin Hao even began to suspect a little that there might be false elements in his memory.

Shook his head hard, the problem that he couldn't figure out could only be put on hold first, as long as he could keep going, sooner or later the mystery would be solved, and what he had to do now was to enter Longtan.

It's a long story, in fact, it's just a breath of time, Qin Hao retracted his mind, and put all his thoughts in front of him, his elbows below were completely covered by black water, no, it should not be described as covered, but should be understood as being infiltrated.

The black liquid was like a blood-sucking leech, drilling into the veins in Qin Hao's hand, he could feel that the blood in his wrist was undergoing strange changes, there was a kind of sour feeling, the specific situation, he couldn't describe it himself, but one thing was for sure, that is, the color of the blood had turned black.

From now on, his blood is black, well, that's a bad joke.

Gradually, a new step changed on the wrist, and the black that should have crawled all over the body was forcibly stopped, Qin Hao thought that the spread of this cancer cell was wiped out by the system, and then, the black began to flow back, shrink, and condense into a dragon-shaped tattoo, occupying half of the arm, the dragon's head was in the center of his palm, and the dragon's tail was just past his elbow.

The dragon pattern was twisted and sinuous and circled around his arm, looking like a miniature dragon, wrapped around his arm, but it was much better than the black lump just now.

"The dragon shadow above the head is generally the same, but it has shrunk ten million times in proportion."

Qin Hao raised his head, where was there a dragon shadow above his head, only a black stream remained, and with a whoosh, it shot into his palm, appearing on the top of the dragon's head, commonly known as the finishing touch.

The dragon pattern is black, lifelike, even the pattern on the dragon's whiskers is extremely realistic, but the pair of dragon eyes are black and purple, angry eyes are round, and there is a mouth of green pool water looming in the depths of the dragon's eyes.

"That Qingtan water!"

Qin Hao's eyes froze, and he realized in his heart that the dragon pattern that occupied half of his arm was not the point, the focus was on the pool of water, from now on, this green jade dragon pool would regard him as a part of himself.

Qingyu Longtan is him, and he is not Qingyu Longtan!

There was no reason, when Qin Hao's right hand lightly touched the Longtan Enchantment again, this thought was naturally imprinted in the depths of his bone marrow, like breathing.

"What happened? The Longtan Phantom disappeared? ”

Li Qiuran's pupils shrank, he was already close enough, and his gray eyes were obviously able to see farther in the dark, so he caught that the dragon shadow on the Longtan enchantment quietly dissolved into a black river like a contracted tumor, disappeared in an instant, and rushed into that person's body.

"Human ghost, kill him!" Li Qiuran said without thinking.

No matter how strange things are, he has seen many things, and no matter what it is, as long as he refines the soul of the other party, he will always be able to know all the answers he wants.

"We bury life, we draw strength and wisdom from the souls of the dead, and the dead are always worth more than the living."

This is a lesson that every disciple in the Ghost Lantern Sect remembers in mind, and Li Qiuran should abide by it.

A cruel smile appeared on Zhuren's face, he stomped on his feet, the water flowed backwards, and the repulsion in front of him gradually thickened was like a soft marshmallow to him, even if it deepened a hundred times, it would become a mirror at best, what difference could it make.

"Someone!"

Qin Hao's vest was tingling, his hair stood upside down, and a cool breath ran down the soles of his feet to his head, and as soon as the strong aura of death was discovered, it was like a volcanic eruption that almost completely submerged it.

However, he had just experienced the suffocation caused by the dragon shadow, Qin Hao said that this sense of oppression was completely within the tolerable range, he turned around suddenly, and what caught his eye was a hideous black ghost man, with two white skulls hanging from his waist, and the whole person exuded a gloomy and cold feeling.

The decaying gas, like a corpse in a tomb, rushed to the face, and even the bottom of the sea could not drown it.

"Who?"

Qin Hao screamed, and a bone dagger in his sleeve was buckled upside down in the palm of his hand, covering it extremely insidiously under the palm of his hand, and slammed forward.

"Hey!"

A sinister smile appeared at the corner of the ghost's mouth, and his pitch-black fingertips were like five sharp and poisonous daggers, grabbing Qin Hao's wrist without dodging or dodging.

Obviously, he is extremely conceited about his strength, he can crush Qin Hao's entire wrist under this palm, and then with a casual backhand, he can clasp the other party's throat, whether he is dead or alive at that time, it is not all a matter of him moving his fingers.

"Huh!"

Qin Hao's eyes were cold, this guy who is not a ghost or a ghost has no intention of communicating at all, and plans to abolish himself, should he be too conceited, or is he not taking himself in his eyes at all?

"It's okay, I'm not a person who likes crap!" Qin Hao snorted coldly in his heart, and his wrist suddenly reached forward, like a poisonous snake suddenly rising.