"How is it, it's interesting." Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ears.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"I occasionally stare at the plaque, and suddenly a line of words flashed in front of me. I tried several times. I had to stare at the lower right corner of the plaque at a special angle, and a line of words flashed in. Then, I immediately thought of you. Do you think it's a coincidence? Fellow Daoist Song Yi?" Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang: "No, I changed my way. From the moment I became a saint in front of others, please call me to dominate Song."

——This kind of message appears on the plaque of the Dragon King Hall. Throughout history, countless dragon sons and grandchildren have seen this message. Fuck, you must be careful to use Song Yi's Taoist name in the future, so as not to encounter unreasonable dragon sons and grandchildren, suddenly put him in a sack and punch him.

"Hahahaha." Yu Jiaojiao chuckled.

Song Shuhang continued to stare at the plaque. As long as he stared at the lower right corner, the line of text would float past him again - [Song Yi Da Yi died ten thousand times].

Like a plaque, this line of characters is also written in "ancient characters". The owner of this paragraph is unfathomable. When people see these characters, they can immediately debate their meaning.

This sentence is not like a curse...but it is like a joke between friends, but it also contains a strong resentment. What did this guy Song Yi do to make the owner who left this line so resentful?

"Is this plaque written by your seniors of the Dragon Clan?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Well, there is no way to know the specific era. However, the owner of the plaque is the real dragon with pure bloodline." Yu Jiaojiao said enviously.

"Is it a real dragon?" Song Shuhang seemed to think of something in his heart.

"It's more than this. We continue to move forward, and there are many interesting records. I searched in the Dragon King Hall for a long time before I found them." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Then, Jiaojiao directed Song Shuhang to advance.

After entering the Dragon King Hall, the mosaic became even more exaggerated. The full screen mosaic could only occasionally see some small tables and chairs. Song Shuhang could only follow Jiaojiao's command, either left or right, or turn.

Finally, the two came to a painting.

It was a huge picture of a divine beast. This divine beast seemed to be a synthetic beast. It was composed of thirty-six kinds of beasts, but overall it was very majestic.

"Look at the lower right corner too." Yu Jiaojiao smiled.

Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a while, and another sentence floated past him-[Song Yi, you are bald, bald, bald!]

He called him three times in a row. How resentful should the owner who left these characters be?

Song Shuhang: "..."

"How about it, how about it? Do you feel very much? Monk Domineering Song!" Yu Jiaojiao's laughter came. You can imagine that she was already smiling and rolling around the ground.

"This painting was also left by the true dragon senior of your dragon clan?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Of course, you can tell that the handwriting on the two lines of the message are exactly the same." Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Song Shuhang became silent.

True Dragon...Song Yi...and the title of "Thief Ba" and these keywords reminded him of a memory immediately.

That was shortly after he came out of the ‘Mysterious Island’, he fell into a dream again.

That time, he got some memory fragments he lost on the "Mysterious Island". In his dream, he and the Master Jiudeng were drilling on a stone wall and finally entered an ancient tomb.

There are ten ancient coffins listed there.

At the center is the crystal coffin, and there are nine ancient bronze coffins on the edge, surrounding the crystal coffin.

And in the crystal coffin was a pure white real dragon.

The moment he saw the real dragon, he suddenly felt shocked and was taken into a strange spiritual space. There, the pure white real dragon was lifelike and flew in the huge colorful clouds. When he saw "Song Shuhang", it suddenly shouted: "Ah, bald, eat a certain claw!"

At the same time, he stretched out his claws and slapped Song Shuhang's claws hard. After the patter, the little white dragon jumped up happily like a child, jumping while shouting: "It's so good!"

But after a few cheerful screams, it said depressedly: "Oh... Damn, I beat the wrong person."

[The owner who left the text will not be related to the white dragon in the crystal coffin on the mysterious island, right?] Song Shuhang thought to himself.

In addition, he thought of "Song Mutou", who was suspected to be his ghost guy, and it may also be that he took a lot of blame.

This Song Yi...isn't it Song Mutou?

"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked-he hoped to find some clues to see if Song Yi and Song Mutou were the same person.

"Yes, you can continue to come with me." Yu Jiaojiao said, and then guided Song Shuhang to continue moving forward.

Under Yu Jiaojiao's command, Song Shuhang traveled through Masek for a long time.

Finally, I came to the half-shaped statue. The statue was carved from ordinary wood, but it was protected by powerful additional formations and runes so that it could last forever and not rot.

The half of the statue seemed to have been deliberately cut off in half, leaving only the lower body. Judging from the half of the body, it looked like a man in Confucian clothes.

"Looking at the lower right corner is the wrong one, it is the right foot position. You can see the shoe position carefully." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang stared at the statue's right foot for a while, and sure enough, another line of text flashed past his eyes.

[Mutu man surnamed Song, wooden man, wooden man!]

Song Shuhang: "..."

For some reason, when seeing this half of the wood carving, Song Shuhang only felt a little painful on his waist, as if he had been cut off in half.

Is it really Song Mutou?

"Is there anything more?" Song Shuhang asked bitterly. He felt even more and more wrong.

"Hehehehehehe, of course there is still some good show." Yu Jiaojiao smiled.

Under her guidance, Song Shuhang made a difficult progress in Ma Hanke...

Not long after, I came to a small study room. There was only one bookshelves in the study room, which were filled with various books. However, it was not magical skills or secret techniques, so it was not blocked by [Contract Power].

"The third row, the sixth book, the white diary, you can take it out." Yu Jiaojiao said.

As he said, Song Shuhang stepped forward and took out the booklet that looked like a white diary.

This book seems to be made of silk, thin and soft.

"Flip it to the last page and stare at the lower right corner and look carefully." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang suddenly complained: "Jiaojiao, are you really practicing hard in the Dragon King Palace, rather than playing detective games?"

Plaques, scrolls, half-tickets of wood carvings, diaries in bookshelf, and these unrelated things all hide the messages of the ancient real dragon. How much time did Yu Jiaojiao take to find these things?

"Hahaha, do you think you can only practice hard in the Dragon King Hall? The Dragon King Hall emphasizes the combination of work and rest, and there are regulations on the time for cultivation and rest. Moreover, looking for things in the Dragon King Hall is not a waste of time and games... but looking for your own opportunities!" Yu Jiaojiao said proudly.

"Opportunity?" Song Shuhang opened the Japanese story.

"The Dragon King Hall contains countless opportunities. There are those left by the dragon clan seniors who originally built the Dragon King Hall, and those who are powerful in the dragon clan are added to it. When practicing in the Dragon King Hall, as long as you are determined, you can always find some adventures and make rapid progress in strength. It is not a dream. This is also the reason why the Dragon King Hall attracts young people to enter the subcultural cultivation." Yu Jiaojiao said: "So, I am not playing a detective game... I have a feeling that maybe the messages hidden in these miscellaneous things will bring me a great opportunity! Shuhang, you have always been lucky. I may be able to use your hand to find this opportunity!"

Song Shuhang: "This is why you play with confidence."

"Hehehehe, stop talking, look. If you really can find an opportunity, then send it - this is the opportunity left by the ancestor True Dragon, which will definitely increase my strength." Yu Jiaojiao smiled.

Song Shuhang: "What if there is no opportunity? Maybe it's just the resentment of your true dragon ancestor?"

"That's okay. At least let 'Fellow Song Yi', you come and take a look at these thoughts. It's also very good to see your expression of insults." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang: "All friends!"

"Stingy." Yu Jiaojiao said.

At this time, Song Shuhang opened his diary and stared at the lower right corner to look.

[Hey, Song Mutou... If one day I die, will you cry for me?]

The handwriting of this sentence is still the same, but the font is a little thinner and the font is graceful, not as domineering as before.

But when she saw this sentence, Song Shuhang only felt his scalp numb and shivered.

He seemed to hear a woman's voice whispering in his ear, repeating this sentence: "Hey, Song Mutou... If one day I die, will you cry for me?"

Song Shuhang didn't know how to describe his current state, so he held it in for a long time and said: "Looking at the sky."

Song Yi = Song Mutou.

Song Mutou is likely to be his first generation spirit ghost.

So, except for "Looking at the Sky", Song Shuhang really doesn't know what to say.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jiaojiao said.

"It's okay, let me sort out my thoughts first." Song Shuhangdao.

Yu Jiaojiao was immediately delighted: "Shuhang, what opportunity did you see from it?"

"Not yet, but I've confirmed some of the doubts in my heart." Song Shuhang said: "Let me think about it first."

He looked at the last page of his diary again and stared at the lower right corner for a moment.

【Hey, Song Mutou...If one day, I will die...】

Dead?

"Jiaojiao, what type of true dragon is the true dragon you mentioned?" Song Shuhang asked.

"A real dragon is a real dragon, what type is there?" Yu Jiaojiao replied.

"No, what I want to ask is, what color is your ancestor's true dragon? Is it white?" Song Shuhang asked.
Chapter completed!