The loud music, laughter, and the tremor of the floor poured into Yang Zheng together a hall of thousands of square meters, a gorgeous building like the ancient Colosseum, with circular steps winding down, exquisite curtains hanging around, and magnificent hall, and the blazing flames burning in the cloud column pot, illuminating the entire hall.

There were also hundreds of noble men and women in gorgeous clothes appearing in front of Yang Zheng. The long table strips were filled with fruits and wine, and the smell of barbecue and the smell of powder on women were flowing in the air.

These men and women were whispering in everything that no one else could, eating and dancing.

This is undoubtedly a palace feast.

Yang Zheng stood there blankly, looking at everything incredible in front of him.

No one noticed him, everyone treated him like air.

Yang Zheng felt that his mouth was dry, how could this happen? Isn’t this an abandoned castle? Who are these people in front of him, and what is going on with this gorgeous feast? He suppressed his inner surprise and walked into the hall, shuttled through the crowd. The expressions on everyone’s face were so vivid. He even touched the soft body of a noble lady with his own hands.

The faint fragrance that penetrated into his nose told him that all this was extremely true.

But no one paid attention to him, even if he stood in front of that person, even if he tried to interrupt the kiss between the two young men and women, Yang Zheng wandered around the lively hall like a ghost.

He was almost confused by the scene in front of him.

Is he a transparent person? Or a ghost?

At this time, a tall man with a slightly familiar appearance appeared in his field of vision. The man had a beard on his face, a face that was not handsome but full of supreme majesty. The most unique thing was his eyes, which were golden. This man looked taller than Yang Zheng, with a muscle and very majestic body. He wore a golden crown on his head and a dazzling golden chain armor. Behind him was a big red troop, and a big sword full of gems hung obliquely on his waist.

At this moment, the man was sitting high on a large golden chair in front of the hall. Beside him was a beautiful woman wearing gorgeous silk clothes. Her head was wearing a silver crown, and the crown was hanging onto her forehead. The woman had a thin staff two feet long on her hands, and the head of the staff was a golden star.

In addition, at the man's feet, there was a little girl with white skin. The little girl was born like a doll with a deep outline. Her golden eyes were spinning and her white gauze skirt made her look cute and unreasonable.

It can be easily identified from some of her outlines and eyes. This little girl should be the noble child of a noble man and a woman sitting on the ground.

The little girl was eating chicken legs on the table. The oily residue was covered with her lips. The noble man and woman were smiling at the little girl.

Yang Zheng got closer, and he finally discovered that the man should be the original sculpture in the fountain outside.

Although the sculpture had been weathered and left only the head, the man was so imposing that Yang Zheng could recognize the commonality between the man and the sculpture at a glance.

Who are these people?

Yang Zheng's doubts became deeper and deeper, and he had already approached not far from the noble man and woman.

The dance party was still in full swing, and many men and women came up to salute the men on the golden chair. Judging from their respectful expressions, this man should be the owner of the castle.

Yang Zheng looked at it for a long time, and his eyes fell on the little girl again.

This little girl is really cute. She looks very young and will never be over five years old. She clumsyly grasps the chicken legs with her white little hands. She looks focused when eating, and compared with her childish little face, it looks even more interesting. Even Yang Zheng couldn't help but have a strong affection for her. If he hadn't known that he could not contact these "people", he would have gone up to hug her.

Although the lively scenes in this hall seem out of place with Yang Zheng.

However, this lively feeling made Yang Zheng feel comfortable. Especially the little girl's childish movements and the noble men and women's love for the little girl made Yang Zheng feel very warm.

He looked at everything here as if he was enjoying a beautiful picture.

However, just as Yang Zheng was smiling slightly on the corner of his mouth, he found that the little girl suddenly raised her head and smiled at him.

Yang Zheng rubbed his eyes in great shock.

Just as he wanted to go up to verify whether all this was illusion, the floor vibrated violently.

This vibration came violently and suddenly.

The men and women singing and dancing in the hall all turned panic.

The noble man and woman stood up, and the woman first carried the little girl into her arms. The little girl who had not noticed anything looked at her mother curiously. The majestic man shouted something loudly, and Yang Zheng couldn't understand his words, but he should have said "Don't panic".

The man first drew out the great sword in his hand.

There were rapid footsteps outside, as if many guards were coming up.

The vibration became more and more intense.

Suddenly, the door was knocked open, and huge waves swept through a group of armored soldiers, spraying blood and pouring into the hall. The people in the hall became even more chaotic, screaming one after another.

Yang Zheng found that the sky outside became dark at some point.

"Boom...slam"

A powerful current rushed in from outside the castle, and the entire hall became a vast ocean.

In the water flow, clusters of black shadows gradually became clear.

Yang Zheng saw the black shadows clearly, a group of monsters with scales all over their bodies, half human and half fish.

The monsters grabbed the sharp harpoons on their slender claws, and made a hoarse and unpleasant scream from their throats. When they rushed in, they launched an inhumane attack on the people in the hall, blood splashed out, and soon dyed the water in the entire hall red.

Yang Zheng stood in the middle of the hall, watching the people who were so happy just now being poked by these fish monsters with forks and their stomachs were broken.

He was like watching a fear drama.

Everything in front of him was so real, even the feeling of water rushing to his body and blood splattering on him was exactly the same, but he was like an audience outside the show. Those fishmen turned a blind eye to him.

Yang Zheng opened his mouth slightly, and he could not explain the scene in front of him.

A sudden roar shocked him.

Yang Zheng turned around and found that it was the tall man. At this moment, his Huaguan had fallen into the water. When he waved his giant sword, the sword was filled with the light of fire, he desperately chopped the fishmen approaching. Behind him was a woman holding the little girl. The little girl hid in her mother's arms crying, and the girl

Waving her staff apart, circles of light appeared on the staff, protecting her

However, there were too many fishmen. Everyone in the hall was killed instantly.

They began to rush towards the man one after another.

At this time, the man shouted something loudly, covering the woman walking towards the back of the hall.

The man's power was really strong, and his sword light burned like a flame. The fishman died when he touched the light, but the water became more and more full, making it difficult for him to expand all his strength. The woman was obviously a powerful mage. She waved her staff and the water flowed away around her.

When the three of them came to the wall with great difficulty, there was a mirror hanging there.

Magic Mirror, Yang Zheng was stunned!

He looked down and the magic mirror in his arms disappeared.

The woman took off the magic mirror. A circle of surging ripples appeared on the mirror. Dozens of fishmen around them were stirred out. The man pressed his hand on the iron ring on the wall. A small hole appeared on the wall that only one person passed through.

At this moment, a huge black shadow suddenly floated out of the water. Countless tentacles emerged under the water, entangling the three people. The little girl was almost crying and her voice was hoarse. The exhausted man kept slashing the thick tentacles.

The man was finally entangled by the tentacles, and more and more fishmen rushed forward and harpoons pierced into the man's strong body.

He let out anger unwillingly, which was helpless against fate.

Seeing this scene, Yang Zheng was ignited by anger, pulled out the dragon bone dagger, and slashed at the fishmen desperately, hoping to help the poor family, but the audience could not enter the drama. His sword swung the ugly monsters, and after a moment the monsters returned to their original state.

The man finally fell down and looked at his wife and children with deep attachment.

His head was cut off by a fishman.

The woman screamed in despair and madness. In an instant, countless lights came out from the woman's body. The staff rushed out of a golden light under the huge energy, directly hitting the huge black shadow, and the thick and long tentacles broke. The woman tied the staff to the little girl and pushed the little girl into the door.

The door is closed.

The woman's body gradually evaporates in the violent light...

Yang Zheng closed his eyes in pain, and he couldn't bear to see this scene.

After a moment, he felt cold sweat all over his body.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he suddenly found that everything in front of him was gone, and the magic mirror in his hand appeared out of thin air. A ball of light like a shadow screen contracted on the mirror. In the blink of an eye, the magic mirror returned to its ordinary appearance.

No, it wasn't that he disappeared, but... he found that the place where he stood seemed to be separated from the battlefield where he was fighting just now.

The surrounding walls were vaguely marked by the gorgeous hall of the year. Yang Zheng saw the golden chair. Although it was covered with thick dust and the spider webs were everywhere, it was indeed the chair that the majestic man had sat on. His eyes swept across the hall and his heart twitched violently.

Skeletons, hundreds of skeletons.

From the structure of those bones, Yang Zheng could identify that they were those people in the dream.

They were still pricked with rotten harpoons.

Yang Zheng walked around the hall mechanically. In addition to human skeletons, he also found the skeletons of those fish monsters. These half-human and half-fish monsters are basically more than three meters tall, and even the structure of the bones is extremely unique. Even if it is just skeletons, he can imagine the powerful power in front of them.

They reminded Yang Zheng of the group of mutants he met on the Honeycomb Island, but the monsters in front of him were obviously more perfect and more powerful than those mutants.

Yang Zheng pulled up a harpoon. This weapon was made of pure steel. After so many years, it can still be preserved.

Yang Zheng's eyes fell on the largest bone in the hall again.

It was the monster that was finally killed by the woman with a strong light. It was a huge octopus-like monster with a trunk of more than three meters long. After Yang Zheng looked at it for a while, his eyes finally fell on a human skeleton not far from the octopus monster. There were at least ten harpoons on the skeleton. In the skeleton's hands, he was still holding a huge sword weapon, but the skeleton's head fell to one side.

It's that man.

Yang Zheng walked forward quickly, and he squatted down carefully.

He maintained awe of this man, looked down at the joints of the bones, and found that the bones were preserved incredibly well. Yang Zheng thought for a while, first wiped the big golden chair clean, then carefully held the man's skeleton over and placed it on the chair. He then picked up the skull bone and put it back on the man's neck. Yang Zheng did not miss the precious golden sword, but gently placed it on the man's knee.

Then he respectfully saluted the man.

I don't know if it's an illusion. When he saluted, he felt a breeze blowing through the entire hall.

After doing all this, Yang Zheng walked down the stairs and he wanted to leave.

But there was a strange feeling in his heart. He saw the iron ring on the wall. In the "dream" just now, the little girl was pushed into the secret door by her mother.

I always have a strange affection for that cute little girl, Yang Zheng.

What happened after she was pushed through the door by her mother?
To be continued...