As Gu Bei said, those "veils" are those pythons and snakes with a body length of dozens of meters that are entrenched in the trees.

"Generally speaking, the molt of a snake marks the territory of the snake, and if an unfamiliar breath enters the territory, the sleeping snake will wake up...... It's like this."

Gu Bei clapped his hands, and he didn't know where he found a chicken.

A dumb chicken.

Fingal looked confused: "Where did the chickens come from?"

Gu Bei did not explain.

This is actually a creation of two hands.

Gu Bei has a lot of living tissues of various creatures in his hands, and when necessary, he can use his hands to catalyze them to begin to differentiate into new individuals - the only problem is that he has no soul.

This was also the experiment he stuffed into the storage ring when he first studied the fusion experiment of body and soul.

It's just that after he wasted a lot of animals, he suddenly discovered that the soul of animals is fundamentally different from that of human beings, neither as huge as the structure of humans, nor so exquisite thinking logic, and the difficulty of construction is not the same as that of human souls.

In other words, even if Gu Bei cultivated soul creation to the extreme and was able to create animal souls at will, it didn't mean that he could do anything to human souls, these were two topics.

Gu Bei, who knew that he had taken the wrong path, decisively gave up the study of animal souls, and the living tissue used for the experiment was also forgotten by him in the corner of the storage ring, and he would only take it out occasionally and use it as a ready-made barbecue ingredient.

Gu Bei threw it casually and threw the chicken in his hand towards Stonehenge.

The chicken instinctively flapped its wings twice, and then stood still in the middle of Stonehenge.

And at this moment, there was a "rustling" sound from the giant dragon cypresses around Stonehenge, and the huge black shadows hidden in the shade of the trees woke up at this moment, opened their slender pupils, and went down the trunk of the tree.

The smallest of them is more than ten meters long, and the largest one is more than thirty or forty meters long, with a belly as white as snow and a back covered with inky scales.

They swam around the cypress like a young dragon.

The whole world was filled with the rustle of scales and tree trunks rubbing.

"They're coming down."

Fingal clenched the gun in his hand and approached Gu Bei's side, but was pushed away by Gu Bei with a slap.

"Don't panic." Gu Bei looked at the giant snakes that were winding by, and pressed the gun in Fingal's hand, "They don't want to attack."

As he said, after those giant snakes came down from the dragon cypress tree, they did not directly attack the dumbfounded chicken in Stonehenge, nor did they rush towards Gu Bei and the others, but scattered in other directions.

Their huge bodies ran over the grass like boulders, and the blades of grass fell down, leaving wavy lines.

The island is surrounded by mountain walls, along which the giant serpents climb up, and the huge snake body collides with the mountain wall, and the rumbling sound echoes in all directions.

All the dragon cypress trees were shaking violently, and the dark green leaves seemed to be falling from the sky one after another.

Gu Bei suddenly remembered the song "Qinyuan Spring" that he had memorized Xin Qiji.

"Look at the vertical and horizontal fighting, the dragon and snake rise to the land, collapse and decide, and the snow practice pours into the river."

Such a description is appropriate, Gu Bei even felt that Xin Qiji might have seen the scene in front of him with his own eyes, so he could write such majestic words.

The serpents reached the summit and went to the other side of the mountain, and disappeared, the cypress trees still swaying slightly, and the leaves were still falling, and if it weren't for the wavy lines in the grass, these snakes would not have appeared at all.

Fingal watched the serpents go away in a daze, and couldn't help but ask, "How do you know they're not trying to attack?"

Gu Bei pouted: "If an animal has never seen another animal, then it will instinctively fear the other party, just like wild tigers have far fewer cases of injury than farmed tigers, because for wild tigers, humans are as terrible as aliens."

Although this is the case

It sounded reasonable, but Fingal thought about it carefully, "Isn't it because normal people can't see wild tigers, and even if they do, they choose to run away?"

Gu Bei: "......"

It seems like that's a reason too.

Unable to refute, Gu Bei shrugged, came to the middle of Stonehenge, lifted the dumb chicken and twisted its neck and threw it to Fingal: "Later, if you don't have time to go back, you will stew this thing."

Fingal: "We didn't bring a pot......

Gu Bei: Take out the pot.

Fingal: "And condiments......

Gu Bei: Take out a full set of condiments, and even have unique flavors of Arabia.

Fingal: "That ......"

Gu Bei: Take out all the kitchen utensils.

Fingal: "...... Where do you put all these things!?"

Gu Bei: "Heavenly Dynasty swordsmanship, Tibetan sword style."

Fingal: "You're not hiding a sword at all!"

Gu Bei didn't bother to explain to the other party that the storage space was something that only existed inside, and pointed ahead: "Let's go to the mountain and have a look."

Almost identical to the painting in Vincent's collection, the island is surrounded by a curved mountain wall, with only a gap in which the pier is built.

This geological structure looks like a natural formation, but it is too regular, shaped like the ancient Roman Colosseum that has collapsed a corner, and the mountain wall where the nobles should have been seated is one cave after another, neatly hewn out.

The two of them walked slowly up the steps.

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The steps are carved directly into the rock, the surface is rough but flat, clean and dust-free, and it is very comfortable to walk.

"This is a ladder for mankind......

Gu Bei looked at the steps under his feet and said.

Fingal certainly discovered this: "Not only the stairs, but even the size of the caves was customized according to the height of the human being."

Gu Bei raised his chin: "In other words...... The builders here are humans?"

Fingal shook his head, "It's also possible that a dragon hatched into a humanoid form, or something like Deadpool who does the dragonlord's orders...... But only one thing is certain."

Gu Bei nodded: "The master of this Nibelungen is a 'human'."

This "person" does not refer to race, of course, but to form.

The island's facilities are supposed to be there to serve its owner, which means that everything needs to be tailored to the user's size, and if everything is done in human size, then the Nibelungen's owner is in the form of a "human" and not a dragon.

"But if you have the ability to build this island, this king's strength should be enough to hatch a dragon body, right?" Fingal pondered, "Then why does he maintain his human form? The dragon body can exert his full strength, doesn't it?"

"Maybe he had some reason to maintain his human form." Gu Bei thought of Xia Mi and Lao Tang, "It's like having feelings for human beings, and then having to hide their identity as dragon kings and be with each other for a long time."

"Sounds like some kind of bloody romance story." Fingal's complaints were as precise as ever.

Gu Bei shrugged his shoulders: "Xia Mi and Chu Zihang are like this."

Although Fingal had known that Natsumi might be the Dragon King, it was the first time he knew why Natsumi was able to live in peace with humans: "This world is more ridiculous than I thought...... Can dragons really have emotions for humans? Even the species are different."

Gu Bei said: "I don't know this question, the study of emotions is also an unsolved mystery for inhumans, even if you can understand the soul, you may not be able to understand emotions - but dragons do have feelings, and it is undoubtedly a fallacy to say that dragons have no feelings in the study of the secret party."

Dragons have feelings, at least dragons have feelings with each other, Norton and Constantine, Jörmungard and Fenrir, the relationship between them can hardly be said to be fake

Exist.

It's not so much that dragons don't have feelings, but that for dragons, power is greater than feelings, so they will devour each other for power, even at the cost of sacrificing their own lives.

In the same way, if there is any emotion that can be greater than strength, then they can also give their lives for that emotion.

From this point of view, dragons not only have feelings, but also the kind that are deeply affectionate, which belongs to a particularly extreme type - but if you want them to have feelings, the conditions are still too harsh, throughout the ages, the only cases Gu Bei has seen are Xia Mi and Chu Zihang.

These two are the first in the ages.

The two chatted as they advanced, and soon reached the first cave.

Gu Bei didn't know where to take out a tactical flashlight, he turned on the flashlight and shone it into the depths of the cave, and suddenly the scene in the entire cave was unobstructed.

"I'm blanching!" Fingal was actually surprised to say the quintessence of the Celestial Empire, which he learned from Lu Mingfei when he usually played games with Lu Mingfei, and heard Lu Mingfei say that this belongs to the intangible cultural heritage of the Celestial Empire.

What surprised Fingal so much was the scene that appeared in front of the two of them.

It was a coffin, a coffin cast entirely in gold.

The coffin is carved with vine-like patterns, as if it were wrapped in an ancient golden tree, it is so simple and solemn, but it is so luxurious, there is no doubt that there is a skeleton of an ancient king inside.

Fingal grinned, feeling a little sore, "Boss, could it be a dragon king lying here?"

"Even the Dragon King doesn't have a dragon bone cross, it's just an empty shell."

Gu Bei stepped forward and stood on the edge of the golden coffin to observe carefully.

He didn't rush to touch it, the ghost knows if there are any weird prohibitions or alchemy formations or anything like this kind of thing.

With Gu Bei's strength, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of these, but if he was raised by the ashes of a dead person, even Gu Bei would feel disgusted.

So Gu Bei just stood on the side and watched.

The golden coffin looked priceless and exquisitely crafted, but it soon became apparent that something was out of the ordinary.

At the head and tail of the coffin, two arm-thick iron hoops tightly lock the lid of the coffin to the coffin, and behind each hoop are four thick iron chains, the iron brazing at the end of the iron chain is deeply inserted into the rock.

There are similar traditions in human history.

In ancient Romania, where vampire tales were rife, relatives would seal those who were thought to be likely to have been bitten to death by vampires in steel coffins and stuff bricks in the corpse's mouths to prevent them from resurrecting as vampires.

And this principle can probably be applied to this golden coffin.

Someone, whoever it was, seemed to be afraid that the bones in the coffin would come back to life, so they locked the whole coffin with an iron hoop and fixed it with iron chains.

This is a coffin of extreme honor, but it is also an unbreakable cage.

Of course, on the other hand, the presence of those two iron hoops also ensured that the tomb robbers could not easily carry the coffin away - unless the tomb robbers could control the metal like Gu Bei.

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But they all have some ability, to be a tomb robber?

Gu Bei's fingers moved, but in the end, he still didn't do anything.

With the extraordinary level of divine skill, Gu Bei only needed to move his mind to turn the iron hoop and iron chain into molten iron, and even the golden coffin would turn into a golden ball in his hand that was rounded and flattened at will, just like the one he used when he gambled with Vincent before.

But he eventually gave up on the tempting idea.

Because he wasn't sure what would have happened if he did.

Could it be that the bones in the coffin will really be resurrected?

Gu Bei was not sure, he clearly sensed that there was no life in the coffin, and it was very likely that it was empty, even if there was really something, it was most likely just a pile of dry bones.

Dry bones

Will it be resurrected?

From the perspective of the Inhuman, no.

Now from a dragon's point of view...... I don't know.

Because Deadpool is a guy who has died, there is a high probability that this level is not a resurrection, but a puppet or something, but Gu Bei needs to beware of this probability.

After all, Deadpool is not strong, but it is troublesome enough, and there is no way to defeat them except to crush the ashes and completely eliminate the ability to move.

After all, they were originally dead, so it's hard to say that they will die again.

Gu Bei took his eyes off the coffin and looked at the stone wall on the side.

There was a small piece of polished rock wall next to the cave, and it was carved with ancient characters that Gu Bei couldn't understand.

There are many kinds of characters that Gu Bei doesn't know, but after experiencing Lao Tzu's autobiography, he has made up for some literary knowledge, and now although he still can't systematically translate various words, he can at least recognize which civilization it probably originated from by distinguishing the shape of the font.

It's just this kind of text in front of you...... It is completely out of his knowledge.

Each line of these words resembles an angry snake, and all the strokes combined are like a swarm of irascible snakes.

"It's Longwen." Fingal didn't know when he came over.

Gu Bei glanced at him: "You can understand."

Fingal was a little helpless: "Please, boss, you think too highly of me, except for pure-blooded dragons, no one can understand all dragon scripts, not even half-bloods who specialize in dragon scripts."

Gu Bei pouted: "I thought you could be of some use."

"I'm sorry it didn't work!" Fingal complained, then looked at the dragon text on the rock wall, "Although I can't read it, I can basically be sure that this is the name and date of birth and death of the person in the coffin, just like the content on the tombstone."

"If you don't understand it, you can understand the general meaning, and the dragon text is really convenient." Gu Bei sighed, but what came to his mind was the immortal text that he had been studying during this time.

It's also incomprehensible but can understand the meaning, is there anything in common between the two?