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“Well, that's interesting.” The delicate voice of the fish rang in Song Shuhang's ear.

Song Shuhang: “…”

“I also occasionally stared at the plaque and suddenly flashed this line in front of me. I've tried several times, and I have to look at the lower right corner of the tablet from a special angle, and there's this line of words flashing through. Then I immediately thought of you. Do you think that's a coincidence? Song Yidou?” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang: “No, I changed course number. From the moment of public holiness, please call me Big Song. ”

This kind of message appeared on the tablet of the Dragon King's Palace. In ancient times, not many dragon son dragon grandchildren have seen this message. Wow, Song Yi's dojo should be used carefully in the future, lest he encounter the unreasonable dragon son, suddenly put him in a sack and hit him with a black fist.

“Ha-ha-ha.” The fish was delicate and smiling for a while.

Song Shuhang continued to stare at the tablet. Just stare at the lower right corner, the line of words would drift past him again - [Song Yi Da Dumb Died 10,000 Times].

Like the plaque, this line of words is also written in ‘ancient words', and the owner of this text is highly indeterminate, so that when people see these words, they can immediately debate their meaning.

It's not like a curse... it's like a joke between friends, but there's a lot of resentment in it. Song Yi, what the hell did this guy do to make the owner of the line so grumbled?

“Did your dragon seniors write this tablet?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Well, the exact age has gone unknown. However, the owner of this plaque is a pureblooded dragon.” The fish envied it.

“Real dragon?” Song Shuhang's heart seemed to have something in mind.

“It's more than that. We're moving on, and there's a lot of interesting records. It took me a long time to find them in the Dragon King's Palace.” The fish was delicate.

Then, Jiaojiao directed Song Shuhang forward.

After entering the Dragon King's Palace, the Mosaic became more exaggerated, and the full-screen Mosaic could only occasionally see small tables and chairs and other objects. Song Shuhang can only follow the delicate command, either left or right, or turn.

Finally, two people came to the front of a painting.

It's a giant scroll of beasts, a synthetic beast, made up of thirty-six animals, but overall it's very prestigious.

“Also look in the lower right corner.” The fish grinned.

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

Three times in a row, the thief is bald. How much resentment should the owner have left behind this string?

Song Shuhang: “…”

“What do you say? Does it feel good? Big Song Monk!” The delicate laughter of the fish came, imagining her laughing back and forth, rolling all over.

“This painting is also from your dragon seniors?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Naturally, if you look at the handwriting, the handwriting on the two lines is the same.” Smiley and giggly.

Song Shuhang became silent.

Zhenlong... Song Yi... and thief baldness, these keywords immediately remind him of a memory.

It was shortly after he came out of Mysterious Island, he had another dream.

On that "dream," he got some memories he'd lost on "Mystic Island," where he and the nine-light teacher were drilling a stone wall and finally entering an ancient tomb.

There are ten ancient coffins listed.

The most central is the crystal coffin, which is surrounded by nine bronze coffins.

And that crystal coffin was buried with a pure white dragon.

At the moment he saw the dragon, suddenly he was shocked and brought into a strange spiritual space. There, that pure white dragon was alive and running in a huge cloud of colour. When he saw 'Song Shuhang', he suddenly drank: “Ahhh, the thief is bald, eat a claw! ”

At the same time, he stretched out his claws and slapped Song Shuhang's claws. After the shooting, the little white dragon jumped up like a child, jumping and screaming: “Hurry! ”

But after a few cheerful shouts, he was depressed: “Oops... Shit, hit the wrong guy. ”

[The owner who left the text has nothing to do with the white dragon in the crystal coffin on Mystic Island?] Song Shuhang's heart is hidden.

Beyond that, he also associates himself with 'Song Wood', suspected of being a ghost of his own, and may have made him carry many black pots.

This Song Yi... isn't that Song Wood?

“Any other messages?” Song Shuhang asks - he hopes to find some clues to see if Song Yi and Song Wood are the same person.

“Yes, you keep coming with me.” The fish was delicate and then led Song Shuhang forward.

Under the delicate command of the fish, Song Shuhang travelled in Masek for a long time.

Finally, in front of the half-cut statue of the human figure, which is carved from ordinary wood, only it has the power to attach formations and symbols to protect it from decay.

The sculpture, as if it had been deliberately cut off from the waist, left only the lower body. From a half-body standpoint, he looks like a man in Confucian clothes.

“Also look at the bottom right corner, no, it's the right foot position. Shoe position, you can see it carefully.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang stared at the statue's right foot for a while, and it turns out that another line of text bounced from his eyes.

[Lumberjack, Lumberjack, Lumberjack!

Song Shuhang: “…”

For some reason, when I saw this semi-cutting wooden carving, Song Shuhang only felt a slight pain in his lower back, as if he had been cut off by a stopping waist.

Is it really Song Wood?

“Is there more?” Song Shuhang asked bitterly. He feels worse in his heart.

“Hee-hee, naturally. The show's still behind us.” The fish grinned.

Under her guidance, Song Shuhang made a difficult move in Ma Ling Ke...

Shortly afterwards, he came to a small study. There is only one bookshelf in the study, full of books of all kinds. But it is not divine power or secret law, so it is not blocked by [the power of the covenant].

“Third row, sixth book, white diary, you take it out.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang, according to Yan, took out the white diary brochure.

This booklet appears to be made of silk handkerchief and is light and soft.

“Turn it over to the last page and look closely at the bottom right corner as well.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang suddenly threw up: “Jiao Jiao, are you really trying to practice in the Dragon King's Palace instead of playing detective games? ”

Plaques, scrolls, semi-cutted wooden carvings, diary books in bookshelves, all of these unrelated things, hidden the message of the ancient dragon. How long did the fish spend searching for these things?

“Ha ha ha, you think in the Dragon King's Palace, you can only bury your head to repair? The Dragon King's Palace is most concerned with the combination of work and leisure. The time for cultivation and rest are stipulated. Besides, looking for something in the Dragon King's Palace is not a waste of time and games… it's looking for opportunities that belong to you!” The fish was delicate.

“Opportunity?” Song Shuhang turned over the Japanese book.

“There are countless opportunities in the Dragon King's Palace. There are dragon ancestors who built the Dragon King's Palace in the beginning, and the Dragon Nation in the rear can be replenished. When practicing in the Dragon King's Palace, as long as you have the heart, you can always find some adventures, so that your strength can rush forward, not dream. That's why the Dragon King attracts young people to dive in.” Fish delicacy: “So I'm not playing detective games... I have a feeling that hiding messages in these clutter might give me a huge opportunity! Book sailing has always been your luck. I might be able to use your hand to find this opportunity! ”

Song Shuhang: “That's why you play with honesty. ”

“Hey, hey, hey, stop it, look. If I can really find an opportunity, then it's happening —— this is an opportunity left by my ancestor, Jinlong, and it will definitely give me a lot of strength.” The fish smiled delicately.

Song Shuhang: “What if there's no chance? Maybe it's just a broken memory of your real dragon ancestor? ”

“It doesn't matter, at least let 'Song Yi Daoyou’ look at these crushing thoughts, it's nice to see your sad expression.” The fish was delicate.

Song Shuhang: “Friendly! ”

“Petty.” The fish was delicate.

At this time, Song Shuhang turned the diary open and looked at the lower right corner as well.

[Hello, Song Wood... If one day I die, will you weep for me?

The handwriting of this sentence is still the handwriting, but the font is slightly thinner, and the font Juan Xiu is not as overbearing as before.

But when I saw this sentence, Song Shuhang only felt numb in the scalp and hit a cold tremor.

In the moment, he seemed to hear a woman whispering in his ear, repeating the phrase: "Hello, Song Wood… If one day I die, will you weep for me? ”

Song Shuhang, not knowing how to describe his current state, held up for half a day and held up a sentence: “Look to heaven. ”

Song Yi-Song Wood.

Song Wood, most likely = his first spirit ghost.

So, aside from ‘looking out for heaven', Song Shuhang really doesn't know what to say.

“What's the matter?” The fish was delicate.

“It's okay, let me sort things out first.” Song Shu Hangdao.

When the fish were delighted: "Book voyage, what opportunities do you see in it? ”

“Not yet, but I've identified some doubts in my mind.” Song Shu Hangdao: “Let me think about it first. ”

He looked at the last page of the diary again, staring at the lower right corner for a moment.

[Hello, Song Wood... If one day I die...]

Dead?

“Jealous, what type of dragon are you talking about?” Song Shuhang asked.

“A real dragon is a real dragon. What type is there?” The fish replied delicately.

“No, I want to ask, what color is your ancestor Jinlong? Is it white?” Song Shuhang asked.