Chapter 1117 Song Yi and Song Mutou

"How about it? It's interesting." Yu Jiaojiao's voice sounded in Song Shuhang's ears.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Occasionally, when I was staring at the plaque, this line of words suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. I tried several times. I had to stare at the lower right corner of the plaque at a special angle, and such a line of words flashed across my eyes. Then. , I immediately thought of you. Do you think it’s a coincidence?” Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang: "No, I changed my name. From the moment I appear as a saint in front of others, please call me Ba Song."

——Such a message appeared on the plaque of the Dragon King Palace. Throughout the ages, countless dragon sons and grandsons have seen this message. Damn it, Song Yi should use his Taoist slogans carefully in the future, lest he encounters the unreasonable Dragon Son and Dragon Sun, who suddenly puts a sack on him and beats him with black punches.

"Hahahaha." Yu Jiaojiao smiled sweetly.

Song Shuhang continued to stare at the plaque. As long as he stared at the lower right corner, the line of text would float past him again - [Song Yi, the idiot, die ten thousand times].

Like the plaque, this line of text is also written in "ancient characters", and the master who wrote this text is so unpredictable that when people see these words, they can immediately debate their meaning.

This sentence does not sound like a curse... but rather like a joke between friends, but it also contains deep resentment. What on earth did Song Yi do to make the owner who left this line feel so resentful?

"Is this plaque written by a senior of your Dragon Clan?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Well, the exact year is unknown. However, the owner who set up this plaque is a true dragon with pure blood." Yu Jiaojiao said with envy.

"Is it a real dragon?" Song Shuhang seemed to vaguely remember something in his mind.

"That's not all. Let's move on. There are many interesting records. I searched for them in the Dragon King's Palace for a long time before I found them." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Then, Jiaojiao directed Song Shuhang to move forward.

After entering the Dragon King's Hall, the mosaic became even more exaggerated. In the full-screen mosaic, only some small tables and chairs could be seen occasionally. Song Shuhang could only move forward according to Jiaojiao's instructions, either left or right, or turn.

Finally, the two came to a painting.

It was a huge picture of a divine beast. This divine beast seemed to be a composite beast. It was composed of thirty-six kinds of beasts, but overall it looked very majestic.

"Look at the lower right corner as well." Yu Jiaojiao giggled.

Song Shuhang stared at the lower right corner for a while, and another sentence passed in front of him - [Song Yi, you are bald, bald, bald! 】

He was called "thief bald" three times in a row. How resentful must the owner be who left this string of words behind?

Song Shuhang: "..."

"How is it, how is it? Doesn't it feel good? Monk Tyrant of the Song Dynasty!" Yu Jiaojiao's laughter came, and you can imagine that she was already leaning forward and backward with laughter, rolling all over the floor.

"This painting was also left by your Dragon Clan's True Dragon Senior?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Of course, you can tell by looking at the handwriting that the two lines of messages are written in exactly the same handwriting." Jiaojiao said with a smile.

Song Shuhang fell silent.

True Dragon...Song Yi...and the title Thief Bald, these keywords,

It immediately reminded him of a memory.

It was not long after he came out of the 'Mysterious Island' that he fell into a dream again.

During that 'dream', he got some memory fragments that he had lost on the 'Mysterious Island'. In the dream, he and the Nine-Deng Junior Master were drilling through a stone wall, and finally entered an ancient tomb.

There are ten ancient coffins listed there.

In the center is the crystal coffin, with nine bronze coffins on the sides, surrounding the crystal coffin.

And buried in the crystal coffin was a pure white true dragon.

The moment he saw the real dragon, he was suddenly shocked and was brought into a weird spiritual space. There, the pure white dragon is lifelike, flying in the huge colorful clouds. When it saw 'Song Shuhang', it suddenly shouted: "Ah, bald thief, eat a certain claw!"

At the same time, he stretched out his paw and slapped Song Shuhang hard. After the photo was taken, the little white dragon jumped up and down happily like a child, shouting: "It's so happy!"

But after it screamed happily a few times, it said depressedly: "Oh... Damn it, I beat the wrong person."

[The owner who left the text is not related to the white dragon in the crystal coffin on the mysterious island, right? 】Song Shuhang secretly thought in his heart.

In addition, he also thought of 'Song Mutou', the guy who was suspected to be his spirit ghost, and might also be the existence that made him bear a lot of blame.

This Song Yi...couldn't he be Song Shoumu?

"Are there any other messages?" Song Shuhang asked - he hoped to find some clues to see if Song Yi and Song Mutou were the same person.

"Yes, you continue to follow me." Yu Jiaojiao said, and then guided Song Shuhang to continue moving forward.

Under the command of Yu Jiaojiao, Song Shuhang shuttled through the mosaic for a long time.

Finally, we came to the half-human statue. This statue was carved from ordinary wood, but it was protected by powerful formations and runes, so that it could last forever and not rot.

That half of the statue seemed to have been deliberately cut off at the waist, leaving only the lower body. Judging from the half body, he looks like a man wearing Confucian clothes.

"Look at the lower right corner as well. No, it's the right foot. You can see the position of the shoe if you look carefully." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang stared at the right foot of the statue for a while, and sure enough, another line of text passed in front of his eyes.

[The wooden man surnamed Song, wooden man, wooden man! ]

Song Shuhang: "..."

For some reason, when he saw this half of the wood carving, Song Shuhang only felt a slight pain in his waist, as if he was cut in half.

Is it really Song Stilt?

"Are there more?" Song Shuhang asked bitterly. He felt more and more uneasy.

"Hehe, of course there are more. The fun is yet to come." Yu Jiaojiao laughed.

Under her guidance, Song Shuhang advanced with difficulty in Ma Hanke...

Soon after, he came to a small study. There was only one bookshelf in the study, which was filled with various books. However, it was not a magical skill or secret method, so it was not blocked by [Contract Power].

"The third row, the sixth, white diary, take it out." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang followed his words and stepped forward to take out the small booklet that looked like a white diary.

This booklet seemed to be made of silk, thin and soft.

"Turn it to the last page and look carefully at the lower right corner." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang suddenly complained: "Jiaojiao, are you really practicing hard in the Dragon King Hall, not playing detective games?"

Plaques, scrolls, half-carved wood carvings, diaries on the bookshelf, these unrelated things all hide messages from ancient real dragons. How long did Yu Jiaojiao spend looking for these things?

"Hahaha, do you think you can only bury your head in hard practice in the Dragon King Hall? The Dragon King Hall pays the most attention to the combination of work and rest. There are regulations on the time for practice and rest. Moreover, looking for things in the Dragon King Hall is not a waste of time and games... but looking for opportunities that belong to you!" Yu Jiaojiao said proudly.

"Opportunities?" Song Shuhang opened the Japanese diary.

"The Dragon King Hall contains countless opportunities. Some were left by the dragon elders who first built the Dragon King Hall, and some were added by the dragon masters who came later. When practicing in the Dragon King Hall, as long as you are willing, you can always find some adventures, so that your strength will improve by leaps and bounds. It is not a dream. This is also the reason why the Dragon King Hall attracts young people to practice in it." Yu Jiaojiao said: "So, I am not playing a detective game... I have a feeling that maybe the message hidden in these sundries will bring me a great opportunity! Shuhang, you have always had good luck. I may be able to find this opportunity with your help!"

Song Shuhang: "This is why you are playing with confidence."

"Hehehehe, stop talking, look. If I can really find an opportunity, that's it - this is an opportunity left by the ancestor real dragon, it will definitely make me stronger." Yu Jiaojiao laughed.

Song Shuhang: "What if there is no opportunity? Maybe it's just the resentful mumbling of your True Dragon Ancestor?"

"That doesn't matter. At least it's good to let 'Fellow Daoist Song Yi' see these mumblings and see your regretful expression." Yu Jiaojiao said.

Song Shuhang: "Friendship is over!"

"Stingy." Yu Jiaojiao said.

At this time, Song Shuhang opened the diary and stared at the lower right corner.

[Hey, Song Stubborn... If one day, I die, will you cry for me? ]

The handwriting of this sentence is still the same, but the font is a little thinner, and the font is delicate, not as domineering as before.

But when he saw this sentence, Song Shuhang felt his scalp numb and shuddered violently.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a woman's voice whispering in his ear, repeating this sentence: "Hey, Song Mu... If one day, I die, will you cry for me?"

Song Shuhang didn't know how to describe his current state. After a long time, he finally said: "Looking up at the sky."

Song Yi = Song Mu.

Song Mu, most likely = his first generation of ghost spirits.

So, apart from "looking up at the sky", Song Shuhang really didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong?" Yu Jiaojiao said.

"It's okay, let me sort out my thoughts first." Song Shuhang said.

Yu Jiaojiao was immediately happy: "Shuhang, do you see any opportunities from this?"

"Not yet, but I have confirmed some doubts in my heart." Song Shuhang said: "Let me think about it first."

He looked at the last page of the diary again, staring at the lower right corner for a moment.

[Hey, Song Mu... If one day, I die...]

Dead?

"Jiaojiao, what type of real dragon is the real dragon ancestor you mentioned?" Song Shuhang asked.

"A true dragon is a true dragon, there are no types?" Yu Jiaojiao replied.

"No, what I want to ask is, what color is your ancestor's true dragon? Is it white?" Song Shuhang asked.

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