I don’t know how the Yulong God in front of me reacted after I said these words.
Because Shen Gong did not disappoint me, as expected, he lost consciousness as soon as I finished my words: "I found it. The entrance to the Ghost King's Tomb is under the feather dragon statue. You move back, I will smash this thing to pieces. Oops.
!”
After speaking, Mr. Shen immediately stood up and exhaled loudly. As a shock wave spread from the body surface, his muscles instantly expanded in a large circle.
His whole body was full of strength. Shen Gong was about to punch out. I was so frightened that I quickly stopped him: "No, no, no, no, brother, please wait for a while and do it again later."
"Are you doing chicken feathers again?"
It was like having a dry stool and being interrupted when someone interrupted him when he was about to pull it out. Mr. Shen shouted at me anxiously and with a pale face: "Are you still waiting? Are you going to do it again? After a while, Zhulong came."
"I don't know whether Zhulong is coming or not. I just know that if you punch him, Yulong might be able to fuck you."
"It? A thing that's been dead for tens of thousands of years wants to fuck me?"
He glanced at the sky with a bit of disdain, but it was this glance that made Mr. Shen stunned: "Huh? This is..."
"Two witch clans are rare, really rare."
This time Yu Long did not directly communicate with me in his mind. His voice sounded directly in the hall: "Before I was sealed here, I vaguely remembered that the Wu clan was about to be wiped out. Only Xingtian and the Zhu Rong family were left alive.
What, did things turn around later? Why were you two able to survive?"
Duke Shen blinked his eyes twice, and the power accumulated in his body gradually dissipated.
He slowly stood up and asked Yulong tentatively: "God Yulong, are you talking?"
"What if?"
"Weren't you killed by the five ghost emperors? Why didn't you die?"
Yulong snorted coldly and said something very domineering: "Because I don't want to die yet. As long as I don't want to, no one can kill me completely."
Then Mr. Shen became a little afraid to say anything.
Again, one hundred thousand years is a very long unit, not to mention the feather dragons who were born in chaos together with the candle dragons. They have existed even longer than the witches.
Neither Shen Gong nor I can figure out how powerful this thing is. If a remnant soul is stronger than the two of us, wouldn't it be a recipe for death if we act recklessly with it?
But Yulong obviously has no patience to continue the stalemate with us.
"Heili will be back soon. Before he comes back, I want you to do something for me."
I seemed to feel Yulong's dark eyes glancing at me: "Your companion doesn't want to help me, but it doesn't matter. You are also a Witch Clan, so it will be the same if you agree to help me."
But Mr. Shen is more straightforward than me.
He frowned: "Help you? Why should I help you?"
Before Yulong could speak, he threw out a series of questions: "You are the totem of the ghost clan, not our witch's totem. You don't recognize me, so you come up here and ask us to help you, isn't there something wrong?"
Yes, you are indeed an ancient mythical beast. People in ancient times will respect you when they see you. But now it is the human era and times have changed. What do you need when asking someone to do something? Benefits! Do you know the benefits?
You have to be polite first and tell us the benefits you can give us. Only then can we agree to help you if we think it's worth it. Do you understand? You come up and ask me to help you in a commanding tone without saying anything. Is this appropriate?
This is not appropriate, even if there is a girl in the building, you pay her first before she accepts the guest."
I turned my head away halfway through Mr. Shen's words.
I want to cover my face. Really, I feel embarrassed to stand with him. No matter how bad Yulong is, he was once the same existence as Zhulong. Even such an existence dares to blackmail. I wonder if there are still people in this world.
Is it something he doesn’t dare to do?
But what makes me feel outrageous is that Yulong actually thinks that Shen Gong's words are reasonable.
It pondered for three seconds, and suddenly said "Hmm": "You are right, I protect the ghost clan because the ghost clan worships me. If it were not for the constraints of the oath, I would not be in this situation.
So, young witch, what do you want? What do you want from me? But apart from this statue, I have nothing left to give you, otherwise you might as well move my body away."
Oops, those two words Yu Long said made me burst into tears.
What does it mean to be a hero in his twilight years, what does he mean to be on the verge of death, what does it mean that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead? These words are vividly explained by Yu Long. A being who was once at the top of the food chain has just fallen to the current level of virtue. Isn't this sad?
But Mr. Shen doesn’t care whether it’s pathetic or not. He perfectly explains what it means to be a capitalist and what it means to squeeze out the last bit of flesh and blood from people.
"No, you don't just own this statue. I care more about the knowledge in your head than these."
Mr. Shen looked towards the direction where Heili left with a trace of consciousness. He might have found that Heili was about to come back. His tone suddenly became very urgent: "Well, first tell me what you want us to do for you. If you can
Once you do that, I’ll tell you my conditions.”
"It's just a trivial thing."
The black energy in Yulong's eyes suddenly dimmed: "I have sworn to protect the ghost clan for a hundred thousand years, so even if the ghost clan is destroyed, I will still place my remaining soul in this statue and continue to protect the ghost king's tomb.
One hundred and three thousand and two hundred years have passed since I swore the oath. Now that the deadline has expired, I hope you can take my remaining soul out and let me disperse my true spirit and return to chaos. This is the end of it.
My own life."
"Self-disappearing soul?"
I don't quite understand its brain circuit: "Isn't it good to be alive? Why should we disperse..."
"You can leave if you want. It's not like you're going to lose your soul. Why are you meddling in so many other things?"
Duke Shen stopped me: "No problem, I can promise you, but you must also promise me two conditions. First, let me go in at the entrance to the Ghost King's Tomb. Second, before I scatter my soul, tell me everything you know."
Yes, tell me all the information about this world."
"There is no problem with the first condition. I no longer have the obligation to protect the ghost clan. You can enter this mausoleum if you want."
Yulong answered simply: "As for the second point...what do you want to know?"
Duke Shen narrowed his eyes slightly: "Didn't you hear what I said clearly? Everything, I want to get everything in your mind."
This time Yulong hesitated for a long time.
About two seconds later, it sighed softly: "Okay, I will tell you everything I know, but one thing I want to remind you is that in addition to me, the Ghost King's personal guards are also guarding this place.
tomb.
Those are a tough group of guys, you two may not be able to deal with them based on your strength, so be careful."