Chapter 68
This thing doesn't even deserve to be called a dragon?
Passing through the stone gate, the scene before them stunned everyone in the live stream.
This is not a tomb.
Instead, it is an open-air courtyard.
All around were towering cliffs that reached into the clouds, and overhead was a sliver of sunlight.
In the very center of the courtyard stood a tree that was ridiculously huge.
That's a ginkgo tree.
But the leaves of this tree are not golden yellow.
It's blood red!
Each leaf was as red as if it had just been soaked in blood, swaying gently in the cold wind, making a rustling sound, like countless female ghosts whispering.
And under that eerie blood-red ginkgo tree.
A person is sitting cross-legged.
To be precise, it was a mummified corpse.
He was wearing a Taoist robe from the Ming Dynasty. Although it was faded and tattered, the Bagua pattern on it could still be vaguely seen.
His hair was styled into a topknot, with a wooden hairpin inserted in it.
Although the skin and flesh were dry, the back remained straight, like a spear firmly nailed to the ground.
His right index finger was extended.
He pointed intently at a stone tablet in front of him.
That posture seemed to be using the last bit of strength to warn future generations.
"Taoist priest?"
"This robe...it's a Ming Dynasty style!"
"Holy crap! Is this the master who suppressed the monster?"
"He died here too..."
Jiang Han walked up to the dried corpse.
He didn't shout or grope like a normal person.
Instead, he stuck the knife into the ground, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to the mummified corpse.
"Farewell, senior."
"Leave the rest to me."
After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the stone tablet that the dried corpse was pointing at.
The stone tablet was very large, lying flat on the ground like a table.
It was covered with a thick layer of dust and dead leaves.
Jiang Han reached out and gently brushed away the covering.
call.
The dust settled.
The scarlet inscription underneath was revealed.
Those words weren't carved on; they looked like they were picked out with fingernails!
Every word conveyed a sense of despair and resolve.
[Ding! Ancient characters detected!]
[Parsing... Parsing complete!]
[Content has been projected into the live stream!]
Lines of blood-red Chinese characters appeared on the screen.
"Autumn of the thirteenth year of Yongle."
"I am Zhenmei Qian from Longhu Mountain, and I have come here by imperial decree."
"Everyone says that there is a dragon in Kunlun, which can ensure the eternal foundation of the Ming Dynasty."
"Ha... Wrong! Utterly wrong!"
"Beneath this well lies not a true dragon, but a wicked creature!"
"It is the manifestation of the resentment of the previous dynasty, devouring the nation's fortune, and attempting to use a corpse to achieve immortality, transforming into a dragon and ascending to heaven!"
"If it were to be born, the entire land would be reduced to a living hell, with countless lives lost!"
"This humble Taoist is incompetent and unable to completely slay it. I can only use my physical body as the array's core, drawing upon the thunder from the heavens and borrowing the divine power of the Water Emperor to suppress it here!"
"Those who come after, remember this! Remember this!"
"This stele is a dragon-suppressing stone! It must not be moved! If it is moved, the sky will collapse and the earth will cave in, resulting in utter destruction!"
"—The sinner Zhenmeiqian, his last words."
After reading these words.
The live stream chat exploded instantly.
"Holy crap! Sent by the Yongle Emperor? This is a state secret!"
"Not a true dragon? A monstrous creature? And it wants to devour the nation's destiny?"
"This script isn't right! I thought we were here for a treasure hunt, but it turns out we're here to defuse bombs?"
"Run, streamer! The Taoist priest said not to move! Moving will cause a major disaster!"
"Yes, God Jiang! The karma is too great for us to bear!"
As Jiang Han looked at the words "Absolutely do not touch," a crazy smile slowly crept onto his lips.
He reached out and gently stroked the cold stone tablet.
The sensation from his fingertips did not make him back down; instead, it made his blood boil.
That's the Qilin bloodline burning.
It is an instinctive aversion to evil, and also an extreme desire for challenge.
"Can't carry it?"
Jiang Han chuckled lightly, his voice carrying a chilling madness.
"There is no debt in this world that I, Jiang Han, cannot bear."
"Since it's a wicked creature, then we should definitely see what it's like."
He looked up at the camera.
Those originally dark eyes now faintly gleamed with a golden light.
"The Taoist priest said he couldn't kill this thing, he could only suppress it."
That's because...
"He doesn't have that knife."
Jiang Han suddenly pulled the black gold ancient sword from the ground.
"and."
"I don't like keeping troublemakers around overnight."
"Since it wants to come out, then I'll let it out."
"Then……"
"Kill it!"
Before he could finish speaking...
Jiang Han suddenly bent down and gripped the edge of the huge stone tablet with both hands.
"Get up!!"
Rumbling--
The instant his fingers touched the stone tablet.
The entire backyard suddenly began to shake violently!
The blood ginkgo tree swayed wildly, and countless red leaves fell like blood rain.
And deep underground.
Suddenly, a deep, muffled growl rang out.
"roar--!!!"
The sound was neither like a cow's moo nor like that of a wild animal.
It's like tens of thousands of wronged souls screaming simultaneously in the depths of hell!
The vibrations were so intense they made my eardrums ache, and my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest!