Xu Tong looked up and looked at the door in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The words "Master" made him calm down a lot from the excitement in his heart.

He was even a little scared when he looked at the door, fearing that if he opened the door, he would wake up from this dream.

"Come in, you will have to open this door sooner or later."

The master's voice came from inside the house.

"Come in quickly."

Mr. Song on the side urged him with a smile.

Seeing this, Xu Tong mustered up the courage to slowly open the door in front of him.

In the dark room, there were still familiar layouts, familiar tables and chairs, and the master in a long coat was sitting on the chair and looking at him kindly, as if he was watching his grandson return.

He looked at Xu Tong up and down with kind eyes: "Okay, okay, you've worked really hard to open this door in such a short time."

When Xu Tong heard this, he looked back at the door behind him, with some doubts in his eyes.

Is what I see at this moment an illusion or...

As if he could see the confusion in Xu Tong's eyes, the master smiled: "True is also false, and sometimes false is true. Inaction has its place and its end. After the child is born, the great responsibilities of our family will depend on you."

As soon as the master's words fell, the house in front of Xu Tong suddenly turned into a burst of smoke, followed by the Senluo Hell, and the black palace stood in front of him.

On the throne above the palace, a man was sitting. Two evil dragons were embroidered with gold thread on his black robe, and a picture of Mang Mountain massacre was sewn on the cuffs.

When the person on the seat slowly raised the bead-curtain dragon crown above his head, Xu Tong's pupils tightened and he took in a sharp breath of air.

In an instant, he understood the real horror of Baishankou.
Chapter completed!