The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1078

"……grandfather?"

Gao Yang's trembling voice echoed in the quiet underground space, which was so unreal.

"Haha, my good grandson has grown so big that grandpa can hardly recognize him."

Grandpa's low and hoarse voice conveyed a sense of desolation that penetrated time and space, and even the blood pool under his feet made ripples.

"What on earth...is going on? You are not, you are not being grandma..."

"Yangyang, have you seen what happened that night?" Grandpa narrowed his gray eyes slightly, "Grandpa's hand was cut off by your grandma, and Grandpa can't sing anymore."

Gao Yang's pupils dilated and blood flowed backwards all over his body.

"Haha." Grandpa said to himself, as if he was just recalling some sparse and ordinary past events: "Grandpa, I discovered your identity. Your grandma was afraid of my singing and wanted to kill me, but she also knew that she would kill me. I’m useless, there will be another me.”

Gao Yang activated [Spiritual Arms], and his tone became cold: "What kind of beast are you?"

"In your words," Grandpa's cloudy eyes seemed to flash with a strange red color: "I am the King of Horns."

——King of Trumpeters!
Gao Yang was shocked and suddenly realized that many things became clear immediately.

"So, you've been waiting for me here?" Gao Yang asked tentatively.

"Yes." A trace of kindness appeared on Grandpa's face: "Grandpa has been waiting for you. Grandpa knows that you will definitely come here."

Gao Yang was silent for several seconds, and finally plucked up the courage to ask: "Grandpa, are you my friend or my enemy?"

"Friend? Enemy?" Grandpa thought about these two words and sighed softly: "Hey, I don't know either. Grandpa, I have always loved Yangyang, but Grandpa also has his own mission."

Gao Yang was silent.

Even after activating the [Psychic Arms], some kind of secret sadness and regret still penetrated his heart.

In any case, the old man in front of him is the only relative he and Gao Xinxin have, but the ending of the story does not seem to be a happy reunion.

"Haha." Grandpa said slowly: "Yun didn't kill me. She made an agreement with me. She said that she would give her grandson some more time. When he grows up and becomes sensible, I will sing again."

"You...promised grandma?" Gao Yang couldn't believe it.

Grandpa looked at Gao Yang with a half-smile: "Singing is my mission, as long as I can complete it, it doesn't matter if I sing earlier or later. Yangyang has grown up now, so your grandma and I can feel relieved."

Grandpa slowly stood up from the red chair, "Yangyang, Grandpa is leaving."

"Wait! Speak clearly! What on earth do you want to do?" Gao Yang suddenly had a very bad feeling. He jumped up and wanted to stop his grandfather, but was caught by an invisible barrier.

Gao Yang tried to activate [Teleport], but still couldn't get through.

At this time, the purple butterfly on the old man's chest flapped its wings and flew to his left hand, and then got into the empty sleeve.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a purple light bloomed in the empty sleeve, and the purple butterfly seemed to "melt".

"Hiss—hiss—"

The old man's left forearm grew back, and the thick white bones tore half of his sleeve into pieces, followed by dark red flesh and veins.

Soon, Gao Yang saw clearly that it was not a human left hand, but more like a horn of flesh and blood.

The old man turned around slowly and inserted the "horn" on his left arm into the huge red horn behind him.

"Angry, ignorance and greed! Suffer all living beings!" "Imagine life and death! Empty cause and effect!"

"Absolutely amazing!"

"All things come together!"

Huge energy burst out from the old man's chest.

He raised his head and shouted, and the entire palace below shook. The blood in the blood pool under his feet felt the force of the agitation and rushed out like a circular fountain, constantly rising and falling like a three-dimensional spectrum diagram.

The old man's body began to bleed, and then his skin and flesh peeled off, and he began to "melt" like a red wax statue under high temperatures.

"No!"

Gao Yang shouted, constantly trying to enter the barrier to stop all this.But the position around the blood pool was as impregnable as his "absolute barrier", and there was no way he could get through it.

In just ten seconds, Grandpa's body completely melted into a pool of blood and got into the huge red horn. Then, they turned into circles of scarlet energy and rushed out... no, the horn was blown.

The next second, an ancient, mysterious, distant, and desolate voice appeared.

This voice carries some unreasonable penetrating power, cleansing everyone's body and soul.

Gao Yang felt depressed and uneasy like never before. He didn't know that this voice had spread throughout the foggy world in an instant, reached all the isolated islands, and penetrated into everyone's eardrums.

Gao Yang watched his grandfather die and was at a loss for a moment.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, as if coming from Gao Yang's head, no, from his heart.

Gao Yang had no time to tell whose voice it was, but he decided to listen.

Gao Yang immediately launched a "space jump" and disappeared into the underground palace in an instant.

"brush--"

A second later, Gao Yang returned to the wasteland outside the dry well.

When he looked up, he saw other people rushing over and waiting around the dry well.

At this moment, it was already evening, and the bloody sunset dyed the sky and the earth red. Everyone heard the depressing and unsettling horn sound. They looked up at the sky in confusion and panic, as if they were about to witness a Ragnarok.

"Gao Yang, what's going on?" Dou Hu looked serious and had already taken off the dragon-killing giant sword.

"What is this sound?" Suzaku also darkened his face.

"Under the dry well is a palace, where the King of Trumpeters is hidden. It belongs to me..." Gao Yanggang wanted to explain the situation, but suddenly realized something was wrong with Wang Zikai, who was standing behind the crowd.

Wang Zikai seemed to be in some trouble. His eyelids kept drooping and he looked sleepy.

Gao Yang walked through the crowd and walked quickly towards Wang Zikai: "Wang Zikai?"

"Ah?" Wang Zikai heard Gao Yang's voice and quickly cheered up, opened his eyes wide and smiled happily: "Brother, you came out, what's in the well?"

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine. What's wrong with me?" Wang Zikai wanted to say something else, but suddenly opened his mouth wide and yawned, "It's just that I suddenly felt a little...sleepy..."

Wang Zikai closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)