Wang Lang looked along the room where Yu Xiaomei pointed at her finger and saw a crack in the clay man. With the help of a faint light, Wang Lang looked carefully and found that there was fabric inside.

Yu Xiaomei was not so scared now, and she took out her cell phone and turned on the light to shine.

There was plenty of light, and Wang Lang saw clearly that the fabric exposed inside was clothes.

There are many cracks on the plastic clay man's body, and the exposed clothes can be seen from the inside.

Yu Xiaomei suddenly screamed and pointed at one of the places. Wang Lang looked at the clay man's fingers broke, revealing a finger from it.

Human fingers.

Yu Xiaomei grabbed Wang Lang's arm tightly, looking terrified, "Die! There are dead people inside."

"What are you afraid of? He won't eat you." Wang Lang said angrily.

He stood up and bowed respectfully to the clay sculpture man, and Yu Xiaomei also bowed according to the same coin.

The cough suddenly came, and the old housekeeper walked in through the hole door with a lantern.

"Dragon King, Miss, it's cold here, come back quickly." The old butler said softly.

Wang Lang stood up, Yu Xiaomei wanted to leave quickly, and pulled Wang Lang to leave.

Who knew that as soon as he left, something strange happened.

A click!

The dragon on the clay man's body suddenly moved, and a crackling sound followed.

All three of them stared at the cracks on the clay-shaped man's body, staring at the small eyes.

"You touched me?" Wang Lang glared at Yu Xiaomei.

Yu Xiaomei looked questioning, "I thought you touched me!"

Click!

The last sound was extremely loud, and after the sound was finished, it was gone, like a freeze.

Yu Xiaomei shook the light of her mobile phone to the clay clay man and found that the mud skin on it had almost fallen off. The dragon on the clay clay man actually came out from inside. The child's arms were thick and red, with dense scales on his body, more than one meter long, with four claws, the size of a fist, and two horns on it.

"Is this... dragon?" Yu Xiaomei pointed to the corpse more than one meter long lying on the ground.

Wang Lang was also very confused. Last time he saw a white one in the Jiulong Tower, and this time he saw a red one here. The difference between the two is that one is alive and the other is dead.

"He has something on his hand!" Yu Xiaomei pointed to the corpse among the clay man again. Wang Lang also saw a cloth bag in his palm. Wang Lang took it and opened it and saw a note in the cloth bag.

After taking out the notes, Yu Xiaomei also came up and said, "What's this writing?"

Wang Lang stood up the note and saw the words on it clearly.

Take it home.

Wang Lang took out his ears and looked down at the ground. He didn't know if it was the dragon's body.

The old butler walked over slowly, saw the note in Wang Lang's hand, and sighed softly, "The Red Dragon King came back here after he left, and finally sat here and waited for his family. I guess, his family should be you, the Black Dragon King."

Wang Lang leaned over to get the body, and his hands shook as soon as he touched it.

The whole body turned into powder. Wang Lang stared at his eyes and Yu Xiaomei next to him squatted down.

"This is this..."

"Shut up!" Wang Lang said.

Yu Xiaomei shut up.

Wang Lang squatted down, and only one of the red corpses left was left with a head that had not yet turned into powder. Wang Lang reached out to touch it, but unexpectedly, his head turned into powder, and only two corners were left. In addition, there was a bag between the two corners. After the bag turned into powder in other places, it turned into a spherical lump, which was only the size of a thumb.

Wang Lang picked up two horns and the bead.

He turned around and looked at the old housekeeper, "Senior, can you find me a bag and get me some incense watches?"

The old butler turned around and walked away silently.

Not long after, the old butler brought a bag, Wang Lang collected the powder and put it in the bag, then lit the incense watch, and knelt in front of the corpse.

Wang Lang kowtowed.

"Disciple Wang Lang, come to see my uncle."

Yu Xiaomei next to her stared at her eyes. It was the first time that she was so close to the body. Seeing Wang Lang kneeling down, she also knelt down. Wang Lang kowtowed, and Yu Xiaomei also kowtowed. After kowtowed, Wang Lang said to her uncle. Yu Xiaomei didn't know what to say.

Wang Lang stood up.

Click!

The corpse of the Red Dragon King in the previous generation turned into dust.

Wang Lang suddenly remembered something.

There is a pit in the grave circle and an extra pit.

There are 113 graves and 114 pits. It goes without saying who is the one that comes out.

Wang Lang took off his clothes, wrapped the ashes of the previous Red Dragon King into his clothes, slowly got up, and walked towards the grave circle.

The old housekeeper led the way, Wang Lang followed behind, and Yu Xiaomei followed behind. Since Wang Lang came here, Yu Xiaomei discovered that Wang Lang actually had such a side. His serious look was easy to fascinate.

The old lady of the Yu family was chanting scriptures when she saw Wang Lang and a few others walking towards the grave circle, got up and followed her.

Wang Lang put the ashes wrapped in his clothes into the extra pit.

He leaned over and used his hands to build a tomb for the previous Red Dragon King.

Then he knelt in front of the tomb of the previous Red Dragon King, "Uncle Master, my disciple will definitely take it home."

The sky that had been clear suddenly darkened again, dark clouds were covered with dark clouds, and a thunder sounded, and a sudden rain suddenly came.

For some reason, the soil in other places became wet instantly, but the tomb of the previous Red Dragon King was not wet, as if there was a vacuum belt to isolate the rain. Wang Lang's body was shining with white light. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yu Xiaomei behind him actually saw a red light emitting from Wang Lang's body, as if there was a circle of red halo outside his body.

Wang Lang knelt in front of the grave.

The seven dragon kings in the previous generation of Longmen died during the War of Patriotic Patriotic War, all of whom died in the war. The two dragon kings have not yet been in the Dragon Gate.

Country, country, where is it not home in the country?

There are many great sects in the Jianghu. It is good not to surrender to the enemy during the Patriotic War, let alone defend the country. However, after the war, because of a stone that I don’t know what it is for, because of a mysterious legend, the major sects joined forces to point at the Longmen. After the Patriotic War, most of the Longmen were killed or injured. As the old lady of the Yu family said, there were 3,33 disciples of the Longmen, and only 3,300 disciples left after the Patriotic War. It is true that before the Patriotic War, there were 33 days in the Longmen and 3,300 disciples. After the Patriotic War, there were only 333 disciples left. At this time, the major sects dared to attack Longmen, an ancient sect that had been passed down for thousands of years.

The rain comes quickly and leaves quickly. In the entire tomb circle, only the tomb of the previous Red Dragon King was still very dry and looked very magical.

Wang Lang hung the bag of powder around his waist. After the heavy rain, Wang Lang felt the warmth on his waist, like a warm baby.

I slowly got up and looked at the one hundred and fourteen graves, and my heart was dull.

Su Wei often angrily scolded Wang Lang for not joining the army. At Longmen, it is not that joining the army is the only way to defend his country. Longmen disciples are willing to shed the last drop of blood from their bodies for the land under their feet.

Just don't say it.

When his mood was serious, Aunt Mo hurried over, "Madam, that person is here."
Chapter completed!