Chapter 387: Falling into a Dream: The Past Life of the Master of the Ghost Cave

After a period of darkness, the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and when the fog had all dissipated, the imperial dragon cast a spell.

After the spell glowed, the dragon found that the three of them were still standing in the huge stone house from before.

"This ...... Why are we back again?" exclaimed Cui'er and Zhibutong.

"This shouldn't be the one from before, it should be another stone house. The dragon stared at a huge stone mural on the wall in front of him, took a few steps forward, stood in front of it, and studied it with his cheeks in his hands.

"Brother Yao, what did you find?" asked Cui'er leaning closer.

The emperor dragon didn't speak, and Zhi Butong replied first: "I think this should be the history of the demon clan, you see the depiction of the sun, they came down from a mountain under the sun, some came to land from the sea, and some came out of the cracks in the stone, and gradually evolved into demons, and finally they held torches to set up humans to worship the sun." ”

"Oh my God, a living demon!" exclaimed Cui'er.

"No!" the emperor shook his head and said, "This is not about the demon race, but about the human race!"

"Humans?"

This is the evolution of human beings, from the sea to the land, from the trees to the trees, from the mountains to the grasslands, which is clearly the evolutionary history of human beings. ”

"But why did he erect a human being to sacrifice to the heavens?" asked Zhi Butong.

"That so-called human is actually a demon, look carefully!" said the imperial dragon, pointing to the little figure on the mural.

"Hey, really! This is clearly a monster with a human mask!" Zhi Butong approached and pressed the little man with his hand, and the wall suddenly made a noise.

"Click......"

"Oh no! did you trigger the trap again?" he jumped backwards in fright.

The three of them gathered around again.

"Be careful to listen to your surroundings!" the dragon reminded.

"Okay! this time the three of us keep moving around together, and maybe we can avoid the big hole that suddenly appears!" said Zhifutong.

"What's the way to move, you can't jump around, and you will be smashed to pieces by something that ejects out!" Cui'er was afraid of such a scene, and couldn't help but remind.

"I know that the person who lays it out must like gossip, so let's jump according to the direction of the gossip! Around this big house, follow the direction of the gossip. Zhi Butong said.

"Okay! Brother Butong is very reasonable, but we can't jump clockwise, but we have to do the opposite, counterclockwise!" Huang Long had the audacity to say this, and Zhibutong and Cui'er were both confused for a while.

"If the mechanism here can't be designed by Brother Tong, do you want someone to crack it easily?" asked the dragon.

"Not really, it's the opposite! If you want to play, you can play what no one else can think of!"

"Okay, then let's take a gamble!" Three, two, one, jump together!" Huang Long finished speaking, and the three of them began to jump together in turn according to the direction of the gossip.

The rhythm of the jumps followed the clattering sound almost simultaneously.

The three of them did this, and after jumping for a quarter of an hour, the wall at the entrance suddenly opened, revealing a strange light inside.

For this sudden light, the three of them were so excited that they couldn't open their eyes.

After getting used to the dazzling light, Huang Long and the others saw clearly that there were some rare treasures in it.

"Purple spar! A spar that can quickly increase the energy of internal strength and forge the body!"

Looking at the room full of spars, the three of them were almost stunned.

"My experiment lacks this spar as a motivation, and going to the Chinese medicine shop to exchange it requires a lot of gold coins, and it is too dangerous to find it yourself, because these spars are controlled by the demon clan. Zhi Butong said.

"I also need this for my internal strength repair! At that time, too many toxins were absorbed in the dryad's body, and this spar was needed to purify the breath and expel the toxins. Cui'er said.

"Then what are you waiting for, go get it!" the dragon beckoned, and the three of them began to pick up the hedrons.

When the ground was almost finished, the dragon was attracted by the stone carvings on the walls.

"Why is the picture scroll on this so familiar!"

"What's wrong, Brother Yao?" asked Cui'er.

"This is clearly a record of the history of the royal family!"

"Imperial Family?" Zhi Butong also came to the side of the imperial dragon with a large cloth bag on his back, looking at the picture scroll on the wall.

"Could it be that there are also people from the royal family here?" Zhi Butong asked, thinking about it.

"I don't know, but how could the picture scroll of the history of the royal family appear here?" the imperial dragon was puzzled.

"Maybe it's fate. Grandma Tarzan gave us. Zhi Butong said, turning around and looking around.

"Not good!" said Zhi Butong suddenly, pulling his legs and running towards a doorway. "Run! The rocks on it look like they're going to fall!"

Before Huanglong and Cui'er could reflect on themselves, they ran towards a hole.

But before he could reach the entrance of the cave, a boulder fell down.

"Be careful!" the dragon flew over and threw Zhibutong to the ground, and the boulder smashed right where the two had been standing.

A white mist suddenly rose from the room.

The crowd coughed.

"It's not good! This is a poisonous mist!Hold your breath!" Huang Long finished speaking, his mind was dizzy, and he fell directly to the ground, unconscious......

The dragon had a dream in which he arrived in an extremely strange place......

"Dragon! Dragon!"

"Who is Long'er?"

The dragon is the person you dream of now!

The owner of this ghost den is called Long'er?

"Congratulations!" a white-haired old man appeared in front of the imperial dragon.

"Master, Master!" exclaimed the Imperial Dragon.

"No, young man, I'm Zhou Buyi, you are a dragon now, I am Zhou Buyi, I want to tell you a story, a story about the owner of this tomb!"

"The story of the owner of the tomb?"

......

He's nay! It's terrible!

Frightened horses scurry through the woods. I had just hurriedly dodged a few big trees, but suddenly saw that in front of me, a rough wood in the air was coming straight towards Long'er's head. Long Er didn't have time to dodge, so he quickly closed his eyes, only to hear the sound of "bang", his eyes were full of blood, his head buzzed like an explosion, and the blood in his whole body rushed to his brain, his ears buzzed, and his brain was blurry.

The dragon fell heavily from his horse, smashing a large hole in the ground.

The dragon slid down a tiny tunnel. "What's wrong?" the dragon snapped open.

It was dark and I couldn't see anything, as if I had lost my sight.

What the hell did I fall into! Am I dead?

He's dead!

Die so easily?

No way!

The pain in the head and back intensified. The dragon rejoiced.

Not dead, haha, his grandmother's is so good!

But what the hell is this place?

The dragon looked back at the hole above. It's dark, I can see everything! It is estimated that this cave is 100 meters deep, what kind of cave is this? It is so deep! What kind of monster cave is it?

When the dragon rolled down, he didn't know what was struck in the chest, and it hurt violently at this time. The surrounding darkness was extremely depressing, and there was little air in this hole, so it was suddenly super difficult to breathe, and he was about to suffocate to death.

The dragon had a headache and seemed to be about to burst, and the sky was spinning and dizzy, and he wanted to stand up, but his limbs struggled in vain. Long Er tossed for a long time and never got up, and the surroundings seemed to be in a vacuum.

Could it be ······ Is this a ghost?

Just now, as soon as I closed my eyes, a very small and very small black hole appeared under my feet, and the hole was so long and narrow, and there was no light around, and the soles of my feet were still weak, was it really ······ Dead yourself?

No way!

How can you feel pain when you die?

Could it be, could it be that this is a devil's den!