This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

After coming out of the bathroom at midnight, Night Xuan sent himself two long voices. He hesitated for a moment and then clicked on...

With the voice playing out, Ling Tian is bad for everyone, and there is an urge to fly back to City A immediately!!!!

Over the next few days, Night Xuan did not answer either the video or the phone call.

Night's Evening Darkness: Isn't this shy? Why is his face so thin... he didn't do anything that night!

……

Above the sea area under the jurisdiction of a western State…

“Hoang Hong Hong Hong -”

A helicopter flew in from a distance, while an island appeared in the direction of the helicopter's pointing head.

This is an unexplored pristine forest island, with harsh terrain and flocks of wild animals.

Old trees, the most common here, all sorts of strange reptiles, are found everywhere in the forest, with no human traces.

In the heart of the island, there is a volcano, but the crater has long been covered with grass and the contours can only be seen in the invisibility, which makes it a dead volcano.

The helicopter circled over the island for a while before slowly descending.

And as the helicopter descended, the lower crater trembled for a while, and then over the crater, a black painted hole slowly opened.

The holes were all opened and the helicopter dropped rapidly into the pitch-black hole.

When the helicopter is completely out of the hole, the hole closes slowly and everything belongs to calm, as if nothing had happened.

The descending channel leads directly to the depths of the seabed, where glass blocks the seawater at the bottom of the island, diverse fish swam outside the glass walls, and fluctuating seawater passes through the glass walls, casting a reflection on the floor.

Fu Shiyu walked out of the helicopter parking corridor with two big men in black.

I don't know if this is the atmosphere of repression at the bottom of the sea, or because of something else, Fu Shiyu's face doesn't have the usual kind of laughter, his face is tight.

Footsteps rang forward and Fu Shiyu glanced at the past.

The visitor was an old man with white hair and wrinkles from his years on his face, but he didn't have a mustache.

The old man looks old, but his back is quite straight and his pace is incredibly steady. If he doesn't look at his head, he must feel like a young man.

It is important to note that the clothes worn by the elderly are a long cheongsam, black, with some sort of totem dark print, very old.

After Fu Shiyu saw the visitor, the curtain dripped slightly and shouted faintly: “Brother! ”

The old man with white hair swept his eyes off his face, not accepting, but saying, “Go, Father wants to see you. ”

After saying this, the old man ignored Fu Shiyu and walked towards the other corridors.

Let the two black men wait in place, Fu Shiyu lifted his legs and headed in the direction that the white-haired old man had just arrived.

The passage is long, the floor is covered with the best marble, the leather shoes step on it to make the sound of "Da...” “Da...”!

The passage was designed according to the maze, many of which were doors, and Fushiyu changed direction several times along the way before stopping in front of a somewhat ancient iron gate.

After standing in front of the door for a while, Fu Shiyu seemed brave enough to push open that thick iron door with his hands up...