The best waste god

Because the handwriting is very clear, Nangong Haotian guesses that it has been engraved for no more than three months, and judging from the depth of the traces, it is likely that it was engraved with the skill of a strong golden steel finger.

Nangong Haotian read the words on it carefully: Your father Nangong Shuangjie's Dragon Scale Back Arm Knife, I have already asked Feng Jundu's Shadowless Liu Jingwei to go to Zhesha Yutan to pick it up, wait for you to learn it After Wu Yi goes down the mountain, you can go ask him for it yourself.

My premonition was indeed correct, Nangong Haotian suddenly smiled, maybe this is his sixth sense of a man, "I am a man, I believe in my sixth sense!" Nangong Haotian sighed coquettishly.

But immediately, some doubts popped up in Nangong Haotian's heart. According to what the Devil Slaughter Dragon King said before, he had left a message in the stone room, but he didn't find it in the stone room. found on the wall.

Since it is on the stone wall of the nearby cave, why did it say that it was left in the stone chamber before? The handwriting on the stone wall of the cave is still clearly visible, and it must have been engraved not long ago.

According to the weakness of the black-robed old man at that time, it is impossible for him to have such finger strength.

"Is there anyone else here?" Nangong Haotian couldn't help asking himself, "Or is this old man in black robe just lying to himself?"

With an advanced brain, Nangong Haotian grasped the key point when thinking about things, maybe this is the benefit of time travel!

At the thought of deception, Nangong Haotian couldn't help being startled. He grasped his fists and focused on observing the situation in the cave. Because he thought of something, Nangong Haotian also thought of it. Just these two or three sentences, the black robe The old man should have told himself at that time, why bother to leave it on the stone wall?

Thinking of this, Nangong Haotian suddenly became wary, while observing the surrounding situation, while holding his breath, he listened carefully to the movement in the cave.

However, apart from the sound of gurgling water coming from the depths of the cave, no sound could be heard.

Nangong Haotian couldn't help being puzzled for a while, "Damn it, could it be that I was thinking wrong? But with so many doubts, are there other possibilities?"

Thinking to no avail, Nangong Haotian walked out of the cave and walked in another direction.

At this time, the red sun had already fallen into the sea of ​​clouds, and the western sky was still shining with light. The valley peak mountain road was full of melancholy, but it was still very bright on the top of Wutai Mountain.

At this moment, Nangong Haotian suddenly had an illusion, the surrounding clouds rolled over for a while, and there was a phantom on the top of Mount Wutai, Nangong Haotian focused his eyes, and stared at the phantom that appeared in front of him. .

The surrounding ground suddenly turned white, and a black figure appeared in front of Nangong Haotian.

Nangong Haotian was startled, and hurriedly stopped his figure, staring at the black-robed old man with a pair of star eyes. The whiteness on the ground, Nangong Haotian thought it was 'snow', this may be some time ago, that is, What happened here in winter was recorded by this light.

Nangong Haotian, who has the memory of his previous life, will not be afraid at all. This is just some optical principle, and it is not a terrible thing. Under some special circumstances, some things that happened before will be recorded by this light. will be shown again.

Nangong Haotian watched, the old man in black robe stopped disappearing at the gap of 'Snow', suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, because he saw a pair of black boots at the place where the old man in black disappeared. pose.

He had guessed that the old man in black robe might have fallen into the abyss with the snow on the edge of the cliff, but now that he saw these boots, he was more sure of his thoughts.

At this time, a feeling of desolation passed over Nangong Haotian's heart. He felt lonely, sad and upset, and people around him left him one after another, which was somewhat unacceptable.

Nangong Haotian took a few steps back in a daze, his heart skipped a beat, thinking about these doubts, since the old man in black jumped off the cliff, when did it happen, could it be recently?