Xia Beifeng grabbed ~ his mobile phone and rushed out of the water. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The phone screen that kept flickering stopped ringing the moment he reached out and touched it, and he was quietly caught in his hand.

The missed call shows a string of garbled characters, and when you call it again, it is no longer available.

Who's this!

Xia Beifeng frowned and counted all the people he could think of, and circled the range of people who made this call on two people.

Ye Baiyu, and Shen Luotian's unlucky child.

Except for these two, others probably don't have this ability.

There are still a few people who can be suspected, but they shouldn't be so stubborn after finding that no one answers.

Recalling the "Witch King" shouted by the black dragon before, new doubts arose in my heart again.

He had always believed that he was definitely not the ghost king or the witch king of the Rauschzi. If there is really someone around him who is related to the Witch King, it can only be a demon of Ye Baiyu's type, and no matter how bad it is, it should be Shen Luotian's little rabbit cub who is evasive by ghosts and gods.

But this thought was shaken when he just blurted out the name of the black dragon.

Fei Yan is the name of that dragon.

The moment he spoke, this thought appeared very firmly in his mind, like some truth, unquestionable.

The refreshing feeling when the dragon rode the wind was too real, and he didn't believe it if he hadn't experienced it.

But there really is no such thing in my memory - at least not in this life.

When he wanted to turn around and ask the black dragon, he found that the place where he jumped out of ~ the water was not the same as the place where he went into the water before.

The black dragon under his feet naturally disappeared.

He drifted down the river for a while, fell from a waterfall, and then fell into a waterhole full of flowers.

And the black dragon slept beneath the pool.

Can ...... now

He stood under the water, looking up at him.

The throne of the witch god stood tall in front of it, and the wide, empty throne seemed to smell of loneliness and coldness in the place he was.

Overhead, there are various gems that shimmer with a ghostly light, arranged in the shape of a star map. Beside him was a high riverbank, and the water around him still slid merrily past him, flowing towards the distance in the middle of nowhere.

He was standing where he had landed when he had jumped down the empty ditch, and the sound of the sparrow's wings flapping as it flew away above his head seemed to linger in his ears.

The water level around him has dropped to his chest, and it is still falling rapidly, and the rushing water has gradually calmed down.

It was as if someone had opened a sluice gate to release the flood, but the water that had been accumulating for an unknown amount of time did not rage for a moment, and then calmed down and was about to return to quiet.

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch.

It was only ten minutes before the sparrow flew away.

So, the experience of fighting the black dragon under the water just now and almost losing your life is an illusion?

As soon as the idea of "hallucination" came to his mind, he vetoed it.

No.

Those fierce battles, the scorching water, the intense pain when he was injured, and the feeling of the Xuanlong Spear being connected to his blood when he was held in his hand, definitely couldn't be fake.

That experience really existed, but when and where it was not known.

Something seemed to move under the sleeves.

He looked down and saw a slender, blue miniature dragon poking its head out from under his sleeve, looking at him cautiously.

Sure enough, it's not fake, this thing really evolved like this.

Xia Beifeng sighed, shook his arm, and threw the thing into the water.

It splashed a splash on the surface of the water, quickly sank underwater, and twisted its shining body around Xia Beifeng's legs~.

"You're always pestering me~ Why are you, can you go find what your master wants...... What the hell is that! ”

He lowered his head and stared at the phone number of the missed call, as if he could see a flower from it, and yelled impatiently at the little thing wrapped around his leg.

The little thing rubbed for a while, reluctantly let go of his little ~ leg, and ran into the mud at the bottom of the water.

The water level had dropped to his waist, and it seemed that it would not be long before the water here would dry up again, leaving only the half-dead stream of water that had been left to survive in the tunnel.

was teleported to a place where I don't know what the hell it was, and I had a fight with a dragon white, and now I haven't found the book of heaven, and I'm still soaking in the water.

"Do you think I could have been more unlucky!" Xia Beifeng raised his head and shouted at the night pearl above his head.

The mud under his feet squirmed twice, and the little thing that had just been in it re-emerged, twisting its body and looking at him pleadingly.

Xia Beifeng bent down, stretched out his hand and flicked its forehead, and asked with a smile: "Let you go to find the Book of Heaven, you are still dangling under my feet, what is the matter this time...... Lying ~ groove! ”

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt something coldly pull out from under his feet~ and shook him so unsteady that he almost sat in the water.

"What are you doing!"

He was taken aback, and looked down at the little thing that kept writhing his body and asked.

The little thing dragged out a stone slab from the mud with great difficulty, and swam in front of Xia Beifeng with its body, looking like he was asking for merit and reward, shaking his head and tail very proudly.

Xia Beifeng stretched out his hand to take the dusty stone slab, his eyes full of despair.

The little thing breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately hooked its tail around his arm, and rubbed its head against the back of his hand like a coquette.

The blue-gray slate, the size of an A4 sheet of paper, about three centimeters thick, was not an irregular rectangle, uneven on both sides, and hung with a little silt and sand.

One side has been sharpened to the point of no edges, and the other side is a brand new stubble.

No matter how you look at it, it's ......

Ordinary half a broken stone slab that can no longer be common.

One hundred and eighty such stone slabs could be found in any river, but it was the one that Ye Baiyu was looking for with all kinds of difficulties...... The legendary "Book of Heaven".

That's right, this thing is the book of heaven.

The moment Xia Beifeng held it in his hand, such information was automatically refreshed in his mind.

This broken stone slab is the book of heaven, whether you believe it or not, it is the book of heaven.

It's so justified and unreasonable.

He was stunned and held the slate for a long time, before he looked down at the little thing wrapped around his wrist like a fluorescent bracelet and asked, "Do you think it is the Book of Heaven?" ”

The little thing looked up at him and nodded quickly.

"You believe it?"

Still nodding.

"Do you think I should believe it?"

Still nodding.

"Well, I believe it too."

Xia Beifeng nodded numbly and slowly, took the slate in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked up in the direction he came.

"The Book of Heaven has been found, let's go back."

The water level around him had dropped to knees, and the edge of the high tunnel revealed a neat edge of stone bricks.

He waded through the water, one foot deep and one foot shallow, to the edge of the tunnel, and began to climb high with his bare hands.

This is not an easy task, even for an experienced professional like Xia Beifeng, it is very ...... to climb from here It's not that it's difficult, but it's a little bit psychologically uncomfortable.

The soil in the tunnel was originally wet ~ moist and soft, and he suffered a lot of losses when he came down, and in the end he almost rolled down directly.

Now it's even more troublesome to climb up.

The delicate soil had just been soaked in water, and it was softer than before, almost to the point of crumbling when you scratched it.

A hand reached up and plunged directly into the soft soil, making a dirty black soil, not to mention, useless.

As soon as he stepped on it, he would directly feel the soft thing under his feet collapse rapidly, and then he fell straight back to its original place.

He jumped and rolled in the mud for a long time, and finally climbed ashore out of breath.

But at the moment when he just showed his head, he shrank back again.

He raised his hands upwards and pressed them on the stone bricks above his head, and hung himself in the air of the tunnel, dangling from top to bottom.

There was a group of strangers standing above.

The hall, which had been empty just a moment ago, was now almost crowded with people, so dense that it was barely visible to put your feet.

Of course, it may not be human.

Xia Beifeng recalled the crowd at a glance, and broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

The group of people were all dressed in similar clothes, all in black robes, with black masks on their faces, making it impossible to see their true faces.

Quietly and solemnly standing, facing the same direction—the Witch King's Throne.

It looks like the scene of some evil ~ sect, and everyone has a serious energy that makes the scalp tingle.

Little by little, the water under his feet disappeared, and finally resumed his original small trickle again.

There was still no sound overhead.

"No one seems to have noticed when I first appeared, should I stop going up and have a look?"

He lowered his head and whispered for advice from the thing wrapped around his wrist.

The thing hesitated for a moment, tightened its body, and made a dent in his wrist.

Then he nodded unswervingly, and put on a posture of wanting to live and die with him heroically.

Although tens of millions of people have gone to me, how heroic! How magnificent! How ......

"No, no, no, you absolutely can't, you leave me here." Xia Beifeng smiled and cut off the little thing's thought of going to die with him: "Maybe they won't find out if I go out by myself, you are like a light bulb all over your body, do you want me to be chased and beaten by them as a target when you go out with me?" ”

The little thing lingered on his arm for a moment, and seeing that he had made up his mind, he honestly let go of the body wrapped around his arm, and writhed into the mud to the side, covering its glittering body.

Xia Beifeng took a deep breath and turned his head to look at the "Witch God Throne" in the distance.

There were a few people standing on the stairs, which had just been empty.

However, there is no dense crowd under the steps, and only six or seven figures can be seen from a distance.

The men were still covered by masks and black robes, and they were slowly crawling in the direction of the Witch God's throne above the steps.

They were far apart from each other, and their movements were not very consistent, and although they turned their heads to exchange glances with each other from time to time, they did not seem very intimate.

I don't know what the origin of these people is, they don't look like companions, but they are a bit of competitors who are suspicious of each other.

Although it seems that he is still working towards a goal, he may not be able to pull out a knife and stab his companion into a sieve at any time.

Xia Beifeng looked at it for a while, then took a deep breath, used force in his hand, turned over, and fell to the ground.

His voice was soft when he landed, but it still alarmed a few people.

The two masked men jerked back to look at him, malicious glances flashing through the two round holes in the mask.

Xia Beifeng raised his hand and blocked the "Book of Heaven" in front of him, pretending that he was also wearing a mask.

He was wearing quite normal clothes today, but he had just rolled around in the mud, and now his whole body was covered with black mud, and he couldn't see the primary color of his clothes at all. At first glance, it looks no different from this group of guys in black robes, no one and no ghost.

The two men stared at him suspiciously. Just when he had already clenched the knife in his hand and couldn't help but prepare to take the initiative, he finally turned his head blankly, looked in the direction of the throne again, and bowed his head respectfully.

Several people who were climbing the steps had already climbed halfway up the steps.

It looks like these guys should be blind.

Xia Beifeng breathed a sigh of relief, still blocking the book of heaven in front of him, lowering his head and looking around with his afterglow.

There were five people who were relatively close to him.

The two in front of him on the right were the same people who had just looked back at him, and the two of them were always close to each other, and they didn't even have much time to turn back.

It doesn't seem to be easy to start.

He turned his gaze to the left again.

Very well, it was a woman who could not hide her bumpy figure even in a wide black robe, and she was holding a little girl estimated to be seven or eight years old in her arms.

It is more troublesome for small children to scream...... But there should be an e, it's a pity.

He sighed, cautiously moved a little to the right, and stood behind the two men in front of him,

Just to his right, less than half a meter away, stood a thin man. The mask on his face hung crookedly, hunchbacked, the little bit of the neckline of the black robe that was exposed, the two extremely obvious blood vessels on the neck, and the bulging Adam's apple.

Compared to Xia Beifeng's tall figure, this person is like a thin little chick, he is very easy to deal with at a glance, and it seems that he can knock him down with one hand.

With no breath and no pulse, he should not be a living person.

Squinting his eyes for a moment at the man's exposed blood vessels and Adam's apple, he came to a conclusion.

He exhaled silently, not knowing whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be more nervous after this conclusion he had reached.

That's you, Pikachu!

He pulled out his knife and looked around warily again.

All of them stood quietly in their positions, craned their necks to look at the few people who had climbed two-thirds of the way up the stairs. Even the child in his arms was no exception, and no one had time to pay attention to what was going to happen in the corner.

He held the "Book of Heaven" under his arm, held the knife in one hand and the other into a claw, rushed behind the man with an arrow, and after two strokes with the knife, he grabbed his neck with his empty hand.

The human body below him trembled violently.

He didn't dare to actually hurt this person, who knows if they would bleed like this.

In his experience, this kind of thing bleeds and doesn't bleed about half and half, but all of them are very sensitive to blood.

A stab at it now is bound to invite something else.

The person he was holding struggled silently in his hand for a moment, and suddenly shook like an electric shock.

He waited a little longer, until the man's body gradually regained its composure. Xia Beifeng breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that the previous preparations were not in vain.

This unlucky ghost looks like he has fainted, his head is crooked to the side, his body is soft~ hanging in his hands, and it is all up to him to hold on to his neck and not fall.

With a force on his hand, he twisted the guy's neck to the side.

The sound of broken bones rang in his ears.

It seems that there is still a substance, but I don't know if I can still move if I twist my neck.

If it's a zongzi, it's estimated that there will be a little trouble later, and if you can't die, you may come back to find trouble.

But who knows what happens next? Maybe when he recovers, his friends will have already been sent back to his hometown in a group.

He neatly took off the mask and black robe on this person, put it on himself, and then threw this soft~ unlucky ghost into the pit behind him.

Shortly after he hid the Book of Heaven and summoned the little thing hidden under the tunnel to burrow under his robe, the crowd erupted in cheers.

He looked up and saw that the few people who had climbed the steps were finally standing in front of the throne of the witch god.

(To be continued.) )