The giant python kept rolling over because of pain, and its huge body hit the wall, causing countless gravel to roll down, and several large ones almost hit Lao Duoji's head.

Lao Duoji dodged and unknowingly was forced to the edge of a cliff.

The giant python was still unwilling to give up, attacking Lao Duoji one after another. Although Lao Duoji managed to survive, it was already at the end of its power and could not hold on for long.

Lao Duoji was anxious, but before he could think of a countermeasure, his foot accidentally slipped and he fell straight to the bottom of the cliff behind him, and fainted in an instant.

When Lao Duoji woke up again, no one knew how many days had passed. However, fortunately, Lao Duoji was hanging on a dead tree. Although there were some scratches on his body, he was not broken.

Broken arms and legs.

Old Dorje sighed, and after getting down from the dead tree, he briefly stretched his muscles and bones, and then began to find a way to climb up.

After a lot of effort, Lao Duoji finally found a rock wall nearby that he could climb up. Although this rock wall was a bit steep, it was at least strong enough.

About an hour later, Lao Duoji finally returned to the area where he had fought with the giant python. By this time, the giant python had disappeared.

Without the giant python to disrupt the situation, Lao Duoji could finally focus on the cave.

He held the crooked handle in his hand and carefully touched the cave.

The cave was the same as what Lao Duoji had seen before. The entrance was small and very secretive, and the outside was covered with messy licorice.

Lao Duoji pushed aside the licorice at the entrance of the cave with his hands, and the dark cave immediately appeared in front of him.

Lao Duoji extinguished the flashing headlamp above his head, found a wooden stick nearby, tied some licorice on it, and made a simple torch.

Then Lao Duoji took out the fire folding piece from his waist pocket. After blowing it for a few times, the fire folding piece lit up with a "pop" sound.

Lao Duoji lit the torch in his hand with a fire stick, and the surrounding area suddenly lit up again. Although the torch was a little small, it was still much stronger than the flashing headlights.

Lao Duoji held a torch in one hand, leaned over and got into the cave.

Behind the cave is a natural narrow path, not very wide, but just enough for one person to pass through. After Lao Duoji walked forward for about twenty or thirty meters, the space in front suddenly became spacious.

It was a space as big as half a basketball court, with eight statues of monsters standing from left to right. Each of them had animal heads and human bodies, gold helmets and platinum armor, holding sharp blades. In the middle position, there was

A huge dragon head.

On the position of the two eyes on the dragon head, one is inlaid with a crimson bead, while the other has nothing, just an empty groove.

And under the dragon's head, there was another person standing, the middle-aged man who left before.

After hearing the footsteps, the middle-aged man slowly turned his head. He didn't seem surprised at all when he saw that the person coming was Lao Duoji. Instead, he smiled strangely at Lao Duoji.

When Lao Duoji saw this guy smiling at him, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Lu Dingchun, what are you doing here?"

When I heard Lao Duoji mention the three words "Lu Dingchun", I couldn't help but be surprised. I quickly interjected and asked: "What? The middle-aged man you mentioned is... is Lu Dingchun?"

Lao Duoji saw that I was very interested in "Lu Dingchun" and couldn't help asking: "What? Do you know him?"

I opened my mouth, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer. It took me a while to squeeze out a few words, "We... we know each other! Ignore this for now, what happened next?"

Lao Duoji sighed and said lightly: "Dead!"

"Dead?" I asked in surprise: "Who is dead?"

Lao Duoji looked at me and said, "Who else could it be? Of course it's Lu Dingchun!"

I looked at Lao Duoji and asked, "Did you kill him?"

Lao Duoji shook his head and said: "Of course not! I have no grudge against him, so why should I kill him?"

I looked at Lao Duoji and asked: "Then how did he die?"

Lao Duoji said slowly: "He committed suicide!"

"Suicide?" Lao Duoji's answer made me feel a little incredible. I frowned slightly and said, "Why did he commit suicide? Is it because you discovered his secret? Even so, he wouldn't commit suicide.

?Usually when someone discovers your secret, shouldn't you think about how to kill you first?"

Lao Duoji ignored my words, but pulled out the copper pipe pot from his waist, added a small amount of tobacco, lit it, and then took a sip.

I saw that Lao Duoji was silent, so I asked again: "What did he say to you before he died? Or did he say nothing and just killed himself?"

Lao Duoji took a puff of cigarette and exhaled all the smoke from his nose and mouth, and then slowly continued: "He said...not only said it, but also gave me a note. This is why I

The reason why I will be waiting for you here..."

I was stunned and asked: "What did he say? What was written on the note? Can you show it to me?"

Lao Duoji glanced at me and said slowly: "He said a series of numbers, a name, and some things I don't know much about... As for the content on the note, you can read it yourself!"

As he said this, Lao Duoji took out a piece of paper from his coat pocket and handed it to me with a wave of his hand.

I took the note and unfolded it as quickly as possible. I saw a few words written on it, "The starting point of everything is the end of everything."

Where the note was signed, two big characters were written - Hu Tian.

When I saw these two words at the signature, my whole brain couldn't help but buzz, "This...how can this be my name? The starting point of everything is the end of everything. What does this mean?"

I thought about these questions over and over in my mind, and it took me a while to turn my attention away from the note. I looked at Lao Duoji and waved his hand to him. Lao Duoji understood, handed me the copper pipe pot in his hand, and said:

"Don't smoke too much, this is not an ordinary tobacco leaf..."

I nodded to show that I knew, and then took a big puff. A strong tobacco aroma mixed with a faint floral fragrance exploded in my mouth and nose in an instant.

Tobacco has always had a soothing effect on emotional anxiety. After taking a puff of cigarette, my anxious mood finally began to gradually ease.

I returned the cigarette pouch in my hand to Lao Duoji, and asked at the same time: "What did he say to you before he died?"

Lao Duoji looked at me and said calmly: "He said... that string of numbers is three seven four seven seven six... that person's name is your Hu Tian... and that sentence is... seemingly unrelated things, often
Chapter completed!