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"You can tell me who you really are this time. Ian asked, looking at the man.

The man smiled slightly: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I have to take a moment to remember what they called me two hundred years ago." Now that I remember, they called me Tony. ”

"Tony?" Ian thought the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"Yes, Tony. The man nodded, "That's what they called me two hundred years ago. ”

"Two hundred years ago, were you a human or a ghost?"

"Do you believe there are ghosts in this world?" asked Tony rhetorically.

"I didn't believe it, but after I saw you, I believed it. Ian said.

"No, no, no. Tony laughed again, "You shouldn't say that, you believe in ghosts because you've seen gods, right, Iliad?"

Ian's heart trembled, because the man in front of him knew his biggest secret. But he still looked at Tony calmly, and said, "You are a little more verbose than you have looked before. ”

"When I was alive, I wasn't a silent person. "I haven't spoken to anyone in two hundred years, except you. I couldn't say much about it before, but now I don't have any scruples. ”

When you were alive?

Ian captured the phrase. Sure enough, the guy in front of him is dead, and no one can live to be two hundred years old. Even if there is no pain, the organs fail over time and become something like tofu dregs.

But the man in front of him was standing in front of him alive, talking witty things to himself. It reminded him of Al Granger, the master of swordsmanship who had been buried ten years ago, as if he had stepped on the line between life and death, and reappeared in his memory.

But that's just a memory, and it's completely different from the Tony in front of you.

"Are you a ghost?" Ian asked.

"Perhaps. "But only you can see me and hear me." For you are the heir of the power of the Iliad. In other words, you are actually the Son of God, and the Son of God always has some privileges, isn't it? It doesn't seem like you understand your power, though. ”

Son of God? This is the first time anyone has called themselves that.

"Why do you know so much. ”

"Actually, I know more than you think. "But a lot of things won't work for you." Let's talk about something that will work for you and me, and I can guess what you're here for. Just like us did two hundred years ago. ”

"You are indeed the man on the expedition two hundred years ago. ”

"Who's to say it's not? But that's not the point, the Iliad. But Babylon Island 200 years ago is not the same as Babylon Island now, Epilon Island 200 years ago was not a dead island, but a very beautiful island, with flowers, birds, and wild monkeys everywhere. "And, of course, the soon-to-be-awakened Nartimis. ”

Ian subconsciously held his breath. At the mention of the name, he naturally remembered the king in Tellmis, the emperor who was reborn in the flames and nearly killed the invaders. At that time, they were the top hunters, but the expedition team two hundred years ago was just a group of sailors.

"If you know Nartimis, you should know what it means. Tony whispered, "Once it wakes up, no one on the expedition will have a chance to leave Epilon Island again." It is not a benevolent king who will sink all intruders to the bottom of the sea, and you can still talk to me, which is why I say that Nartemis has not yet awakened. ”

Hearing Tony say this, Ian was relieved. As he said, if Naltimis, the Dragon King of the Sea, had awakened, he would not be standing here in peace now. Think of the dragon king Naga, the emperor who can destroy everything, how far can Nartimis go.

But in this way, there are many things that can be interpreted differently, such as sea monsters.

As if sensing Ian's question, Tony then said, "However, the power of Nartemis is influencing all the creatures on the island, such as the sea monkeys you saw, such as the bats from before. They were originally ordinary creatures, but now, under the influence of dragonblood, they are mutating little by little. ”

"Wait!" Ian sensed a loophole in Tony's words, "You just said that Nentimis didn't wake up. Since it didn't wake up, how did it affect other species?"

Tony was about to answer, but his face suddenly changed, and he turned his head and looked into the distance with a serious expression. Ian followed his gaze, but saw nothing, only an endless darkness.

"You'll find out soon. Tony's voice reached Ian's ears, "A beast who wants to steal the power of the Dragon King. If you can get past it and get to the very core, you'll understand everything, and the truth is there. ”

Ian was about to ask Tony what he meant, but when he turned his head, he realized that Tony was no longer there. There was only Green standing there, and at the moment his little fat man was frowning, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why am I here?" Green, seeing Ian coming over, asked suspiciously, "Hey, where's the well?"

Tony leaves, and Green turns back into a fat man. Once again, Ian sensed the odds of the situation. What Tony had just said made him inexplicably feel uneasy, and this sense of uneasiness was very strong, as if something would happen soon.

"What's wrong?" Tim looked at Ian suspiciously, "You're ugly. ”

Ian shook his head. He was still a little uncomfortable, and now it seemed that Tony had some kind of ability to manipulate time.

Vincent frowned, he looked up, sniffed the air with his nose, and asked, "Do you smell it?"

"Smell what?" Tim also followed Vincent's example, puffing up his nose like a dog, and inhaling hard, "Nothing? It's just a little stinky, who farts? Isn't it you, dead fat?"

Tim looked at Green viciously, and Green subconsciously shrank his head out of fear, and defended in a low voice: "I didn't." ”

"It's not the smell of fart, you smell it carefully. ”

Seeing Vincent's serious face, Ian also raised his head and sniffed vigorously. Sure enough, he smelled a faint smell hidden in the air. The smell was terrible, like rotten eggs, and like rotting meat.

At that moment, a scream came from a distance. Everyone's faces turned pale in an instant.

It was Jeff's voice.

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