Yingmeng took a deep breath of the moist and evil-smelling air, struggled to stand up, and began to observe her current situation.

When her eyes fell on the white bones hanging high with iron chains on the wall not far away, she twitched the corner of her mouth, trying to maintain a pleasant taste and try to cheer herself up. "Oh, that might be my ending.

.Die alone in this dungeon, just like that guy..."

However, I was not comforted...

Suddenly the white bones trembled. "I'm not dead yet."

Yingmeng instinctively jumped back, but forgot that his muscles were spasming, and he was too exhausted to move. He stumbled hard and fell to the ground.

"Sir, calm down." Gu Gu shook his body, smoothed out the knots in the chain, and then dropped it to the ground. "I'm just taking a rest."

Yingmeng gasped, and from the buzzing, clicking and hitting sounds of the iron chains, she felt a hint of horror that was different from any known horror in the world. It was not the fear of bones resurrecting, but a strange involvement.

, as if it was just another position on her destiny node.

The creaking movements of the joints struck Yingmeng's nerves. The bones were not so scary. What was really scary was the weird familiarity.

Yingmeng calmed down, and there was a hint of speculation in his tone, but also a kind of expectation, hoping that he was wrong. "Your Excellency, you are a man of heaven, and you have an extraordinary appearance. We have met in this strange place again. I believe you are...

…unparalleled in the world.”

"Oh, your tone must be the same. I'm glad to meet you. It seems like you have a story to tell. Would you like to talk about it in detail?"

"my pleasure."

"Very good, very good."

Then... Yingmeng fell into deep thought. What should she say next? The following lines were not written in the textbook... Why did she use sour words and bad sentences when meeting a person, which made people toothache...

"Can't go on? In fact, you don't know what you're going to say, right?" Seeing Yingmeng's struggling expression, Bai Gu's head turned a few times and slowly turned to Yingmeng's position, and the hollow voice sounded again. "

In fact, we don’t need to be like literati. Come on, come on, let’s chat, little girl, I can’t even remember how long it’s been since I last saw someone from this world.”

Ying Meng was silent for a moment and moved to the corner calmly. "Besides this, there seems to be nothing else you can do. Why don't you first tell me how you got in?"

"Haha, it's just the wrong joke." The white-bone shoulder blades shrugged slightly, and there seemed to be cold eyes in the dark and empty eye holes. "No shit, hahaha! Enough laughing. Okay, I deserve it, but you

What's wrong? Could it be that you also opened an insect farm in Immortal Palace?"

Yingmeng let out a long sigh. To be honest, what this skeleton said was quite interesting, and she really needed someone to communicate with, so it was not good to keep suppressing it.

.This skeleton doesn't look like a normal person. I don't know if something will happen if I don't tell you. "It's a long story..."

Ying Meng didn't say everything that should be said, and he didn't say what shouldn't be said, but the emotional venting was done well. The story has ups and downs, and you can tell that there is a lot of water in it as soon as you listen to it.

"Tell me how young people nowadays don't do anything, and only indulge in love. Let me tell you, if they love as vigorously as they do now, they will eventually break up sooner or later. That immoral guy Si Xin, a serious

Seqingyou, you changed hands and bought my bosom friend, you deserve to be bitten by the dog. Ming Yue, she doesn’t follow martial arts ethics, and she attacked from behind. I was careless and didn’t dodge, I didn’t expect that my friend would stab her with a knife..."

The skeleton opposite looked at Yingmeng as he spoke, with visible resentment flowing out of his body. He cleared his throat slightly and said lazily, "My child, please forgive me and accept the change."

Hearing this, Ying Meng took a deep breath and sucked the surrounding resentment into her body. She pursed her lips and felt refreshed. She looked at it seriously and said, "I'm just restoring my energy."

Then her expression fell, and she returned to her plaintive look, complaining about all the things she could think of complaining about, and then repeated the process.

"Little girl, now I'm starting to wonder where you got all your cultivation." The skeleton looked at Ying Meng with a rather strange look, as if he had discovered something interesting.

After Yingmeng took a breath of resentment, he rolled his eyes at her in his heart, kept calm on his face, and proved the error of his theory with actions.

Just kidding, if self-produced and self-produced grievances can improve cultivation, then who would practice and who needs resources, wouldn't it be better to just feel resentful and resentful all day long?

For this amount, the most you can get is one blue.

Seeing how cautious Yingmeng was in every reaction, Skeleton let out a sigh and asked a series of questions.

…

Perhaps because of the inexplicable sense of familiarity, or the gradual impact of each appropriate reaction of the skeleton, Yingmeng unconsciously let down some of his guard, mainly because the guard was of no use.

The topic mentioned by the skeleton jumped quickly, giving Yingmeng no time to stop and think. Yingmeng unconsciously summarized the whole situation from the first few words, and turned it into a smooth and smooth narrative.

"Do you deserve to be called Unparalleled with your achievements?" Skull patiently listened to Yingmeng's complaint about how he had become Unparalleled inexplicably, and then he laughed mercilessly, with deep doubts in his tone. "It's not destroyed.

How can one or two countries have the nerve to boast about their military exploits? Their hands have not been stained with the blood of a few immortal kings, so they are worthy of being called evil? Who is not proficient in poison making, formations, and hidden weapons? You are slightly better at poisoning.

How did you become Shi Wushuang? Did you give Tiandao money?"

Yingmeng: "..." She wanted to refute, but thinking about the rumors about Unparalleled Generations along the way... she was not worthy.

"Do you think

I think? I am not unique, I have my own name..." Ying Meng raised her tail slightly, and her chatting attitude became much more casual. She was probably unconsciously affected by the skeleton's chatter and laughter. "Good, evil, beautiful and ugly.

What is right or wrong depends entirely on the words of the scholar. From this, it can be seen that it is not important how many things I have done, what is important is team promotion.

You are so powerful, how many people know it, and how many people remember it. When it comes to being unparalleled in the world, only a small number of people remember that there was such a person. Who remembers your real name? Do you yourself still remember it? No matter how powerful you are, in the end you will still remember it.

Whose bones are not in the dungeon?"

"Hahaha. Well done, well said!" Instead of being angry, the skeleton was extremely excited, as if he had met a close friend. "Don't worry. You will also have something happen to you. The fate of being the unparalleled in the world is surprisingly similar.

, it’s like a continuation of the same person... Hey, so don’t curse yourself, you might also be a withered skeleton that day.”

"I have already said that I am not unique. I have not been in the past, and I will not be in the future. I have my own name. Even if it is destined... nothing will make me forget my name, understand?" Yingmeng raised his hand.

He licked his hair, his palms were sticky with sweat, but his tone was extremely firm.

"Okay, okay. That's what everyone said." The skeleton chuckled, his expression unchanged, and his words still joking. "But how can you be so weak? I mean, theoretically, you should be stronger with each generation.

, and then according to the prophecy, the salvation of your generation should appear...I mean that the reason why universal talents can become unparalleled in the world is shared..."

"Ha! Then you have to ask me what the generation before me was doing." Yingmeng chuckled, but the smile seemed like colorful bubbles under the sun, ethereal and will break with a slight poke. "What's more, in my era,

The person in charge of the ghost training camp is a weirdo. Have you heard of the bloodline plan? I am just a substitute."

Yingmeng's tone was casual, and she lazily whispered that the Holy Yuan was energy that should only belong to one person, but was distributed to a group of people, and then let them kill each other.

"Oh, the purpose of commonly used tricks is not to point out fear, but to use fear to pressure people to agree. In fact, there is no logical connection in nature..." The skeleton's slender fingers supported the mandible that was only white bones, and listened patiently. "No wonder, no wonder

.It really makes people curious about his purpose. He really doesn’t do it to realize the ultimate belief of the ghost like you said, but does everything he does more to prevent the prophecy?”

Yingmeng listened to the slightly frivolous attitude of the skeleton towards the prophecy, and unconsciously moved the skeleton to his side. "That's why I said he is a madman. I thought it was very clear in those weird books in the ghost training camp.

What is a prophecy? That is, no matter how you prevent it, the process of preventing it becomes one of the steps towards its realization."

The skeleton is now energetic for some reason, and its lazy and playful attitude unconsciously has a bit of gentleness and evil. This is probably its only unique point. This contradictory temperament is very similar to that of Yingmeng.
Chapter completed!