Chapter 215 Ancient Me

I heard Teng Luo next to me shake slightly and make a rustling sound, so I immediately became alert.

Because I don't know if the owner of the stone hand is still wandering around.

The finger of the stone stretched out from the vine, and then there was static electricity around us. Especially when the current broke out, I also heard giggle.

Obviously, the emergence of electric current has a great connection with the owner of the stone hand.

If that powerful current comes again, I don't think I can withstand it.

And, in addition to triggering electric current, who only knows what moths this stone-handed guy has?

Thinking of this, I want to take out the silverfish sword to defend myself.

But I touched it and found that I didn't have it.

Looking back, I thought that it must have been when there was an electric shock, the dagger took off his hand and I didn't know where it flew.

I searched in the rattan under me. I found a flashlight broken into two pieces, but I didn't find the silverfish dagger.

Maybe the rustling sound I made when I was looking for something shocked the moving thing in the rattan.

I saw the branches and leaves in the vine move again.

But the thing did not rush towards me, but went away at a very fast speed.

I was a little surprised, but I still breathed in my heart.

The vines here are all soft vines, and there is no way to make a crutch for yourself.

So I could only try to stand up with self-reliance. After a long time, I finally stood up successfully.

After standing up, I looked around and found that there were dense vines around, and only those gold-inlaid white jade pillars stood abruptly from the vines and connected to the top of the palace made of gold.

It is said to be the top of the hall, but in fact, it is just a golden board as flat as the ground, with some simple lines such as mountains, rivers and plants.

In the direction not far behind me, there is a black place on the ground that has been struck by lightning, and the surrounding vines seem to have been burned, and the air is filled with the smell of burning.

That must be the place where the thunder and lightning broke out at that time, and I don't know Longjia...

Thinking of this, I shook my head hard to prevent myself from thinking about it.

Then I landed on one foot and jumped over there in the vine, and almost tripped over these small and tough branches and leaves several times.

With a lot of effort, I returned to the scorched black ground bombarded by the electric current.

Then my scalp was numb and I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hand.

Because I saw that Longjia has disappeared. There are only countless pieces of black carbon-like massive objects on the ground. The big ones are as big as steamed buns, and the small ones have broken into black powder.

Among these black carbon-like massive objects, they are occasionally mixed with some cloth, which is the clothes Long Jia wore before.

I really didn't expect that the iceberg beauty who was alive not long ago has now become such a miserable situation.

I sighed and frowned deeply. After all, I was a friend, and I couldn't just ignore her after being with her for so long.

So I jumped with one foot, picked up these charcoal pieces scattered on the ground one by one and put them into a large disinfection bag with me.

I wasted the boss's strength, and I didn't pack Longjia together until my whole body was sweaty.

Then I found a shallow soil and buried this bag of black charcoal.

This soil grows a cluster of pink roses with very thick branches and leaves, and some have gorgeous flowers as big as a child's head, which is very beautiful, just like Long Jia's lifetime.

I thought so, knelt on the ground, kowtowed several times to the rose, and said, "Sister, go well."

After doing this, I stood up and walked forward again in a funny posture.

After walking around, I didn't find where the silverfish short sword was left, and I didn't know where the big white dog Xiwei was, whether he was dead or alive, or frightened, so I ran back to find Zhuo Ya.

In fact, at this time, the best thing I should do is to go back to Zhuo Ya and take good care of her injury.

But I don't know why, when I saw the people around me die one by one, I rushed up and just walked forward, hoping that I could find a way back to restore everything to "normality".

Or as Andre said, find the secrets about the ancestors to stop Grandpa.

Thinking of this purpose, I smiled bitterly as I walked forward, because I found that the reason why I was in today's predicament was entirely because of Andre's words.

But in fact, I'm not sure what I'm looking for and what to stop Grandpa. I haven't even assumed it.

If tomb robbers venture for treasure and archaeologists venture to find the truth about history, then it seems that I deliberately came to find torture and enjoy it.

Once again, I was like a headless fly, bumping around with a group of people, and then inexplicably killed them.

This sense of powerlessness and helplessness made me think for a good time and began to doubt whether these sacrifices I had made were in vain.

The more I think about it, the more impetuous and frustrated I feel, and I feel that I am either a self-masochist or a psychopath.

I urgently need someone to come forward and tell me what I'm looking for.

Because the reasons I said are too childish to convince myself, let alone persuade those who die for these damn things.

I was so entangled and went forward with regret.

It was not until I reached the end of the vine and golden jade pillars, came to the huge palace wall made of gold, and saw a ten-meter-high painting painted on the wall that I suddenly felt that it was indeed the right place to come here.

This pictorial painting exists on the golden wall in the form of engraving. He is a soldier in armor and wearing a heavy helmet, with a long gun in his hand, bulging muscles, slender limbs, and a fing heroism in his eyebrows.

He held his long gun high and looked into the distance. He had a cold and broad face, with a sharp chin and thick and curved eyebrows, like a Wolong.

This man looked straight ahead. Although it was just a statue, it made me feel that he was looking at me and seemed to have a thousand words to say to me.

When I saw this huge picture, I couldn't help touching my face.

is nothing else, just because this person looks almost exactly like me.

Why is my portrait here? I shook my head and rubbed my eyes to see it.

But looking back, I found that it was not the first time I had seen myself in armor, and in the previous Colosseum, I had already seen the shadow of this brave beast.