Wuyue was dragged out by the unknown old man.
Hazy mist quietly appeared outside the mourning hall. Lin Ming and Wu Yue passed by each other, and he happened to see the indescribable fear and panic in her eyes.
There was a shadow reflected in those eyes.
The clanking sound of chains came from where the shadow was, and it sounded very uncomfortable, as if someone was scratching your soul with a black and hard object.
"This is..." Lin Ming frowned slightly, tilted his head slightly, and focused his attention behind him.
The little guy reacted faster than him and turned around without saying a word, but in the next second he saw a withered palm in the void and covered his eyes.
"Don't look at it. You'll have nightmares at night if you look at it." The nameless old man's voice sounded.
"I'm not afraid of nightmares. As long as we sleep next to Brother Ming, we are invincible!" The little guy didn't care.
"But this nightmare can kill, and you can't come out after it goes in. Moreover, that guy is withdrawn, not good at words, and doesn't like to interact with others. His only hobby is interrogation. Are you sure you want to see him in your dream?"
"No! No!" The little guy shook his head like a wave drum.
The nameless old man's withered palm placed it back on Lin Ming's shoulder.
The little guy didn't know which side he was looking at now, so he consciously covered his eyes, and not only used his claws, but also reinforced it with his tail, for fear of seeing the shadow dragging the chain.
Lin Ming laughed dumbly, stretched out his palms, picked up the little guy, kneaded it into a ball of white fur, and held it in his hands.
The little guy suddenly felt at ease, exhaled a deep breath, and stared at the group of tablets in front of him with his sneaky eyes.
At this moment, the nameless old man completely disappeared, leaving no sound or showing any signs.
Lin Ming and the little guy suddenly felt very sleepy, and then they just kept their original body postures and fell asleep.
The surrounding scene changed rapidly, and the mourning hall disappeared in an instant, instead turning into an ancient battlefield of iron-blooded killing.
The vast yellow sand was dotted with charred wheel marks, arrows flew across the sky, ice, fire, thunder, lightning, wind... all kinds of spells fell around, and countless earthen walls collapsed around them.
Not far away, a hill made of corpses stood up, about as high as two or three stories. The clothing worn by the corpse was very simple and old-fashioned, not the common styles that Lin Ming was familiar with.
But he could tell through his mind's eye that every corpse in the mountain of corpses belonged to the human race.
Under the corpse, it seemed to be suppressing a terrifying beast, or some kind of terrifying demon.
Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng were fighting together next to the hill of corpses.
Their opponent is a strange creature.
The creature had two cow-like horns on its head, three pairs of wings on its back, and an upright eye between its eyebrows, glowing with a halo-like purple shimmer.
It was not difficult for the two of them to fight this monster together, but there were more than 10 such monsters far away, and they were strolling leisurely.
Lin Ming didn't have any extra words to say and directly launched a charge.
His figure is like a ghost, and his speed is so fast that no one can see the afterimage, but the Jingxian Sword is three times faster.
A silver-white arc of light passed over the monster's neck, and the huge head flew high. The body left on the spot was still struggling, but the wound on the neck was bleeding like a fountain.
Purple-black blood flowed across the ground, and the monster finally knelt on the ground, dying.
Ge Qinghuang frowned slightly, and when he looked back, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Junior, why are you here?"
"It's just a coincidence. I happened to bump into you while I was on my way, and I saw you entering a strange ancient city, and that's it."
Lin Ming stood steadily next to Ge Qinghuang.
The little guy showed a friendly smile, and a white shadow shot out, heading straight for Ge Qinghuang.
Unexpectedly, Ge Qinghuang drew his sword out of its sheath and forced the little guy back.
"Don't hurry up and come closer. This place is in a dream. It's difficult for us to determine whether you are an illusion or a test left by our predecessors."
There is nothing wrong with being at least defensive.
But the little guy was inevitably sad, so he pretended to be crying, with his tearful eyes tilted upward at a 45-degree angle.
At this time, Lin Ming did not comfort the little one, but used a pair of eyes to carefully observe the status of her and Zhao Wusheng, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with them and that they were both real bodies.
He quietly took a half step back and spread his hands to show that he had no intention of attacking.
"What do we need to do before the two sisters are willing to believe that it's us?"
"There is nothing left to judge." Zhao Wusheng rolled his eyes at Ge Qinghuang. "The test we are in is not a test of people's hearts, but a test of fighting spirit. The seniors in this city are not that boring and will not have any evil intentions."
"That's right." The little guy nodded repeatedly, suddenly feeling that Zhao Wusheng was pretty good too, and if she wanted to scratch his belly in the future, he would have to do so reluctantly.
Zhao Wusheng was carrying a pair of black and white swords and was wearing a military uniform. He walked quickly to Lin Ming's side and directly took Lin Ming's arm.
"You two are also here to accept the inheritance from your seniors?"
Feeling some kind of special pressure coming from his arm, Lin Ming felt slightly unnatural and subconsciously wanted to pull out his arm, but this only aroused Zhao Wusheng's even more surging enthusiasm.
Lin Ming froze and stood there blankly, not daring to move. His tone was a bit harsh: "We are not accepting the inheritance, but we are worried about you two, so we have to go to the City Lord's Mansion to take a look."
"What City Lord's Mansion?" Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng said in unison.
Lin Ming carefully observed the expressions of the two of them and made sure that the doubts were not fake and there was no sign of anyone else tampering with them.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Ming and the little guy took turns telling the story of Wangyou City.
After hearing this, the two women became even more confused and took out the same style of purple jade tokens in their hands.
"We entered a secret place, but we didn't see the city, nor the nameless old man, nor the headless general, nor did we see the memorial tablets in the entire city lord's palace that you mentioned."
This time it was Lin Ming and the little guy's turn to be confused.
Three people and one beast, with eight eyes, looked at each other blankly, unable to scratch their heads for a moment.
