The huge dragon head was entangled with dark chains. The end of the chain seemed to be deeply embedded in the skull, showing a dark red color, as if it had been completely adhered to the flesh and blood, and the other end was connected to the depths of the ground.
With a loud crashing sound, the chain suddenly tightened, as if it would be broken at any time, but in the end it fulfilled its mission, making it impossible for the dragon head to make any further progress.
The dragon head had no intention of breaking free, but stared at Bai Mo not far away with two huge blue eyeballs.
Bai Mo also looked at it with a calm expression.
The two people's eyes met, neither one said anything, and the air was dead silent.
"You have a familiar smell."
After a while, Longtou was the first to break the silence, his voice like terrifying thunder, "You swallowed my flesh and blood... right?"
This is not something worth concealing. Bai Mo nodded and said, "Yes, just as you told me, I found the Dead Night Grass in your body and restored some strength."
"So that's it, everything seems to be going well."
"You seem a little disappointed?"
"What have I to be disappointed about?"
The leader shook his head and asked, making the chain rattle.
Bai Mo narrowed his eyes. He had been observing the other person from the moment the dragon head appeared. The guy just twitched his nose, and then there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he had discovered something that was difficult for him to understand -
Although it quickly restrained its gaze, it was still keenly captured by Bai Mo.
What is it wondering about?
After a pause, Longtou continued: "According to the agreement, I successfully helped you regain your strength - in this case, you should also complete what you promised me."
Bai Mo was silent for a long time.
"What, are you going to regret it?"
Longtou's voice was calm. Although he was questioning, there was no anger in his tone.
"You helped me regain my strength. Logically speaking, I should light the spell to free you, but..."
Bai Mo stared into Longtou's eyes and said word by word, "You seem to be hiding a lot of things from me..."
The leader laughed and said: "I have indeed concealed a lot of secrets, but there is no reason for me to tell you everything, right?"
"Having said that..."
"As far as I know, you are not someone who likes to break contracts."
Longtou interrupted Bai Mo's words, his voice getting colder.
Bai Mo said nothing.
...He was thinking, or hesitating.
He now has two charms on his body, one is naturally real, and the other is a fake created with false authentication.
Due to the characteristics of false authentication, although the fake talisman does not have any of the effectiveness that a real talisman should have, there is no flaw in the appearance and breath of the talisman, which is almost enough to confuse the fake with the real one——
What Bai Mo is thinking about now is whether he should hand over the real talisman to the other party.
This dragon head is very strange, its origin is unknown, its identity is full of doubts, and it is obvious that he is hiding something. It is difficult not to suspect that he may be planning something and using himself as a pawn.
If this is the case, handing over the fake charm to the other party may be a more prudent choice.
But as the other party said before, the leader is not obliged to tell everything to himself, and it is normal to have reservations.
So according to the agreement, of course he should hand over the real talisman to the other party.
Intuition tells Bai Mo that the choice in this matter is very important and may affect the direction of certain events. The final decision must be made after repeated weighing.
Facing Bai Mo's silence, Longtou didn't mean to urge him. He just waited quietly, his eyes were extremely deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
He has been waiting for tens of thousands of years, so there is no need to rush for just a moment, let alone a few minutes, even if he waits for a few hours, it doesn't matter.
Finally, Bai Mo on the other side spoke.
He looked up at the dragon head and said calmly: "According to the agreement, I will hand over the talisman to you, but as for the step of burning it, you need to complete it yourself. I will leave here before that."
At this time Bai Mo has made the final choice - to hand over the fake talisman to Longtou.
This is the most conservative decision. As for what will happen to this dragon head in the future, he doesn't care. It's just a fake charm. I don't think anything bad will happen to him. At most, it should just let this guy get relief later...
Bai Mo will visit here again soon. If he really wrongly blames this guy, he will be willing to bear his anger.
"It seems you don't trust me."
Longtou seemed to hear Bai Mo's thoughts from his words and said in a deep voice.
Bai Mo's expression remained unchanged: "How do you expect me to believe a prisoner who is chained by someone unknown?"
"It's not that those who are bound by chains are called prisoners. Your knowledge is a bit shallow..." Longtou shook his head, "But I understand your concerns, so I am willing to accept your plan."
Bai Mo studied its expression for a while, then took out a yellow talisman paper from his arms.
This drawing was unremarkable, but as soon as it appeared, it immediately attracted all the attention of the dragon head. It stared at the talisman blankly, as if it had seen the seeds of hope, and did not look away for a long time.
"I have been waiting in the dark underground for an unknown amount of time... and finally I have waited."
It sighed with emotion, and its tone was complex and difficult to understand.
The shadow under Bai Mo's feet squirmed, spreading behind him, and soon pushed to both sides along the crack of the secret room door, opening the secret room door to a gap for one person to pass through.
The next moment, the talisman flew out of his hand and flew towards the dragon head like a flying knife.
The dragon head's eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible position appeared in front of it instantly, causing the spell to stay in mid-air.
Excitement flashed in its Gujing Wubo eyes, and it manipulated the talisman to come to him and moved its nose.
"That's right...that's the smell."
Seeing that the spell was true, Longtou finally breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the secret room door. Bai Mo's figure had disappeared——
He left here as soon as he threw the spell.
The dragon head didn't pay attention. All its attention at this time was on the talisman in front of it. After looking at it carefully for a long time, it blew out a breath, and sparks suddenly appeared from the corner of the talisman, and then expanded rapidly.
Under the gaze of the dragon head, the spell was quickly burned away.
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Bai Mo was very fast and quickly ran towards the exit of the underground passage.
When he left the exit and came to the ground through the "Open Sesame" spell, there was a faint and terrifying roar behind him. At the same time, the ground seemed to be shaking, as if something was furious.
It seems that guy has discovered something is wrong...
Bai Mo thought.
However, the dragon head can only release some power in the underground space at most and cannot interfere with the ground, so it is not something to be afraid of.
"Running so fast, why does it sound like you did something bad?"
The sunlight outside the exit was a bit dazzling.
As soon as Bai Mo raised his head, he heard a contemptuous voice ringing in his ears, and he knew without looking that the person speaking must be Yang Yiyi.
He turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Yang Yiyi folding her arms on her chest, pretending to look away casually, her expression slightly relaxed, as if she was secretly relieved.
This sound quickly attracted the attention of others, and everyone noticed Bai Mo appearing on the ground, with joyful smiles on their faces.
"Brother Baiwu, are you okay?"
Zhang Rouzhu quickly came over and kept observing Bai Mo's condition, appearing very concerned.
Yang Yiyi curled her lips and said: "This guy has rough skin and thick flesh, almost like a wild boar. What can happen to him?"
Her tone sounded very disdainful.
Zhang Rouzhu frowned. This guy had been speaking ill of Brother Bai Wu ever since they left the underground passage. Unexpectedly, he still refused to let go.
She couldn't help but retort: ​​"If you want to say that you are thick-skinned, you have to look at you. You can actually pretend to be a man for so long without showing any flaws... If nothing else, you must have an extraordinarily thick soul in your heart, right?"
Yang Yiyi raised her eyebrows, how could she not understand what this guy meant - this woman was clearly saying that she looked like a man!
In the past, she might not have cared about it at all, but now she suddenly lost her temper and sneered: "So what if you have a thick soul? It's better than someone dragging a fat bottle of soul."
Yang Yiyi's face turned pale and she said angrily: "You are the one who is dragging you!"
Yang Yiyi smiled and said: "Oh, I'm so anxious, some people insist on taking their seats. It seems that our little dragster is in a hurry."
To be continued...