The dazzling light stimulated the black-haired man's eyes, and for a moment Zhuge closed his eyes, and the warm liquid overflowed in his eye sockets, repairing the cold pain of being robbed of vision.

Why are you so bright? The man cursed in his heart, he was used to the dim environment of the underground these days, and suddenly encountering a slightly stronger light made him extremely uncomfortable.

He slowly got used to it, slowly opened his eyes, all kinds of metals and gems in front of him reflected the brilliant colors brought by the magic light sources that were all around him, he seemed to be in the lair of a fairy tale dragon, in front of him as if a greedy and evil dragon was entrenched, staring at his trespassers.

He blinked and looked at it carefully, and the dragon vanished, leaving only a rich trace of magic that permeated the entire hall. The throbbing of his chest sounded the horn in the man's heart again, and the six-pointed star array appeared at his feet, closely lined with unrecognizable symbols and words that captured the eyes of the maid and the young drow, and the heart was full of surprise and fear.

Zhuge walked towards the depths of the hall in a distracted manner, the armor and swords neatly displayed on both sides looked like a living guard, they were alert but restrained, and lowered their heads to stare at the man's whereabouts.

The calls of Emilia and Trist rang out from time to time, but he ignored them, his gaze fascinated behind the throne directly in front of him—a closed gray wall, with a solemn sculpture carved on it, but at odds with the ornate façade around him.

"I'm fine, you don't have to worry. ”

The low and solemn tone followed the black-haired man's words to the surroundings, and Zhuge was a little frightened to find that he still maintained a clear mind and cognition, but his body continued to walk forward uncontrollably, and behind the gray wall seemed to be like a magnet, pulling himself tightly to the opposite side.

Emilia and Triist no longer follow in the footsteps of the black-haired man, they don't understand the strange feelings of each other, and the two of them look separately at the equipment on display around them, but the residual thoughts and emotions of the original owner above are resisting their approach.

"Don't worry about these things in the past tense. Zhuge spoke again, he found that as he approached the gray wall, he became more and more conscious, but the unauthorized triggered magic net kept instilling someone's voice into his consciousness - this was more like the whispers of a group of people, indistinguishable, but it could be accurately expressed, but what was behind the gray wall in front of him, but it could always attract his instinct?

"They have waited quietly for hundreds of years, or longer, and loneliness, leaving them longing to return to light and freedom. ”

Zhuge blurted out that these words were not what he wanted to express and explain—as if someone was talking to his body—if these dead things were conscious, wouldn't it be the same as the myth of becoming a refinement?

When he reached out and touched the gray wall, his thoughts rushed like manic lightning, beating the black-haired man's nerves. Zhuge felt himself paralyzed, he slowly sat down on the ground against the wall, the sweat of the bean oozing out of his skin and flowing down his neck into the neckline, and after a while, the silk coat clung to his body—it looked more like he was sweating.

The black-haired man turned around and raised his arm to stop the two people who were rushing towards him, "I'm fine, you guys pick it quickly." As if trying to squeeze more space out of consciousness, he added, "Don't forget the portion of Cehiris and Olive that is." ”

"Trist, you'll have one more set after you've chosen. ”

"Then, don't bother me during this time!"

The words were commanding, and then he closed his five senses as if he had fainted—but his consciousness still seemed to be able to control his limbs a little—and focused only on his right hand, which glowed with a blue light.

The dark-haired man began to whisper from time to time, but if he listened seriously, it sounded more like he was talking to someone.

"Human?" was a female voice in my head, I don't know if it had been silent for too long, and her voice sounded a little unstable.

"Hmm, is there a problem?" There was a faint blue brilliance under the palm of the wall, and Zhuge was a little proud when he thought about it—communication does not necessarily rely on shouting. It's just that since I came to this underground world, it seems that the identity of the human race has been questioned the most. "How long have I been here......" The black-haired man didn't bother to pay attention to this clueless question.

"Say it quickly. Although he retains a strong interest in this consciousness, he is very clear about the truth of occasionally maintaining the desire to capture and indulge.

However, perhaps it has been lonely for a long time, and the other party doesn't seem to eat this, and the atmosphere of silence is pervasive - I am most afraid that the air will suddenly be quiet.

Zhuge was embarrassed to find the situation, he was unwilling to let his full curiosity be stifled in the cradle by his own cleverness, he searched his stomach desperately to find a topic that could resonate with the other party, but he found that he didn't know anything about the other party's preferences......

What the man naturally revealed in his consciousness was a pitiful and monotonous interjection.

"Well, that'...... I'll ...... first."

"You're going first, aren't you?" followed by a long silence......

The black-haired man had a sense of powerlessness being played by the old demon of the Tianshan Mountains, and he made up his mind in his heart to decisively cut off contact with the other party, immediately, immediately! But there was no movement in his hand.

Just as he was grimacing, the other party finally had a new word—to be precise, just an interjection.

"Hey......"

Violent games don't make people's actions violent—they only happen when the network is delayed.

Sister, you are talking about the point! Zhuge realized that in terms of patience, he still can't compare with a monster who has coexisted with darkness and loneliness for a hundred years or longer.

"Okay, if you have anything to say, please say it all at once. The man thought about it for a while, but he finally couldn't hold his breath, "I don't know if there will be this shop in this village, and I don't know when it will be next time I come again." ”

"Oh......"

What is this interjection trying to express? You can't let an inexplicably summoned human from another world figure out the mental journey of a hundred-year-old demon, right? This kind of embarrassing feeling of not being left or right is even worse than being ridden by an opponent's flying dragon, but he is like an empty Yamato-class cruiser, powerful but unable to sanction his opponent.

Quiet, there was still silence, Zhuge who was immersed in consciousness couldn't tell the length of the passage of time in reality, and he suddenly became afraid, because a sentence that he often quoted when he was a child when he heard the old man tell myths and stories - one day in the sky, one year on the earth.

But that's not the worst part.

"Okay, thank you, I ate pretty well!"