Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 486 Wooden House in the Lake

Xiaoyu was still a little uneasy: "How about we go out?"

"You have to face it." Luo Qing looked at the sky and whispered: "Are you afraid?"

Xiaoyu was silent, and after a long time, she responded softly: "Afraid."

Luo Qing touched her head and comforted her: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Xiaoyu didn't respond, but held his hand harder, lowering her head and remaining silent.

Luo Qing was a little helpless. The God of Fear could feel all the fears in the world, but some things were destined and there was no way to avoid them.

He followed the induction and walked forward. With one step, the person appeared thousands of miles away. Two steps, three steps. The surrounding scenes were rapidly switching, and neither of them said a word.

hum~

In the sky, order has completely invaded all areas of the world, and balance has completely spread to every corner.

boom!

At this moment, the wind and clouds in the sky suddenly changed, and traces of phosphorus fire appeared in the distant sky in the dead world, carrying a huge pressure to save the world.

Just like a person who has not drank water for a long time suddenly drinks nectar, joy and the vitality belonging to the deceased suddenly appear in a very distant place.

The natural disaster of the undead began to sweep across, and Orr was the top legend.

He was sealed in a continuous war 40,000 years ago. At that time, it was the king of the human race who sealed him, and more than one king took action. This in itself shows how powerful he is.

He was unable to break through the only limitation of the king, that is, the undead could not be recognized by the real world, and his own undead natural disasters could not be integrated with the rules of the world, which eventually led to him being stuck at the point of legend. Until the day his body died, it was still just legend.

But now, his king's way is taking shape, and the world of the dead also needs such a king's way to bring the life of the dead here, and let the dead have their own dead.

The black mist unique to the undead natural disaster spread over, and Xiaoyu held Luo Qing's hand tighter. She was afraid, but not the powerful king.

She was afraid that he would leave. Even if the two of them intertwined their fingers, it would not give her any peace of mind.

Luo Qing paused slightly, with some hesitation in his eyes, but in the end he did not express any comfort, but stepped into this undead natural disaster without hesitation.

Black fog swept across, blocking all vision. There seemed to be little blue flames in the surging fog trying to push away the clouds, but they were still unable to resist the natural disaster, thus becoming shadows in the surging fog.

Luo Qing's eyes were indifferent and he continued to step down. The fog in front of his eyes cleared instantly, the vitality belonging to the deceased disappeared in an instant, and his eyes returned to a dead silence.

Tick, tick.

The liquid fell from a high altitude, and the sound of hitting the liquid was heard.

Xiaoyu looked up, and everything in front of her seemed to be the same as what she had seen before, but also seemed different.

The dead silence was still dead silence, but a pool of dead lake water appeared. In the middle of the black, waveless lake, a gray wooden house stood out.

Under the eaves at the entrance of the wooden house, a faint blue candle flame reflected on the dark lake, bringing a gloomy light to this dead silence.

"Here we are."

The calm whisper woke Xiaoyu up. She looked at Luo Qing in confusion and asked subconsciously: "Where?"

Luo Qing smiled, reached out and touched her head again, pointed to the rotten wooden house in the middle of the lake, and said softly: "Wait for me here, I have to go there."

"I'll go with you!" Xiaoyu said firmly, holding Luo Qing's hand tightly and unwilling to let go. She was panicking, always feeling that something bad would happen to Luo Qing when he went there.

The smile on Luo Qing's face faded and he said softly: "Wait for me here, be good."

Xiaoyu looked at him for a long time, lowered her head, her eyes were a little red, and the strong uneasiness made her unwilling to let go, but she also knew that she could not stop it.

After struggling for a long time, there was already a cry in her tone: "I want to come back." "I will." Luo Qing said softly, let go of his hand, kissed her forehead, turned around, stepped towards the lake.

He knew from the moment he came in that he had to come here, maybe it was induction, or maybe it was something else. He just knew very well that he couldn't escape here.

Luo Qing did not use any magic power, but his feet were still firmly planted on the lake.

tick~

A drop of black water dripped from the eaves of the wooden house, and the light ripples continued to spread, colliding with the ripples under Luo Qing's feet.

An aura belonging to the deceased began to emerge, and Luo Qing's eyes were full of calm. He did not look back, and walked towards the center of the lake step by step.

During these steps, he thought a lot. The King of the Undead is very powerful, really very powerful, and is the true first source of the world.

The devil is a defender destined to reach the peak, the god is an outsider and is destined to reach the peak, and he is the first strong man to reach the peak.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't nervous when meeting the thing left behind by such a strong man. The only consolation was that his random rewards and good luck permissions could be used at any time.

There will be a helping hand of order.

crunch~

The sound of old and overwhelmed wood sounded. Luo Qing looked at the extremely rotten wood under his feet and stood up directly without using his divine power to protect it.

The wood, which was obviously overwhelmed and decayed by time, burst out with strong resilience and supported his weight.

The oil lamp hanging under the eaves of the door swayed slightly, and the flickering candlelight looked a bit eerie, and the face that illuminated Luo Qing also became eerie.

This fire has been burning for fifty thousand years, right?

Luo Qing thought and tried to look with the Holy Eyes of Order, but he saw a gray light. It seemed that this was not fire, but a flame disguised as the spirit of death.

Luo Qing looked at the hut in the middle of the lake and stepped towards the door.

Crunchy~

Every step seems to give the building an unbearable weight.

The calmness in Luo Qing's eyes was slightly disturbed, and he raised his hand to open the door.

"Luo Qing."

A low murmur came from behind and spread far in this deadly silent place. Luo Qing's hand paused slightly. He thought for a moment, but still did not look back. He did not want to see the girl's tears.

Obviously nothing is wrong, he will always be him, and he will always be him

Without any further hesitation, Luo Qing's hand touched the rotten door and pressed lightly.

squeak~

A heart-wrenching sound spread in the dead silence, and an endless piece of black protruded from the crack in the door. In an instant, the whole world became quiet.

The girl's low murmur disappeared, the birth of the distant king disappeared, the boundless silence disappeared, everything disappeared before Luo Qing's eyes.

He was in boundless darkness, where everything did not exist.

It's just him.

Luo Qing looked at his raised hand. It didn't seem to have changed much, but it seemed to have become a little rosier.

Luo Qing clenched his fists and stood still, looking calmly into the darkness.

There was no sound in the darkness, and Luo Qing didn't say a word, waiting quietly.

(End of this chapter)