Ji Hao woke up.
When I opened my sore eyelids, I saw the stone ceiling. The black stone has a smooth and delicate texture and is polished very smoothly.
Shaking his head, Ji Hao found himself lying on a large stone slab. The stone slab, which was three feet long and two feet wide, was three feet thick, cold and hard, and not even covered with an animal skin.
The surrounding walls are also dark and polished as flat as a mirror. This is a stone room five feet long and wide. Apart from the large stone slab where Ji Hao was lying on, there was only a square stone platform in the middle of the room, with four stone piers placed beside it.
There was a small stone lamp placed on the stone platform. The stone lamp, which was the size of an adult's head, was filled with golden grease. A hard wick burned brightly in the stone lamp, and the golden-red fire illuminated the entire stone house. , which is the only source of light in the room.
Next to Ji Hao's head was a large bowl made of clay. There was still a little black viscous concoction in it, which was emitting a disgusting stench. Ji Hao grinned. His mouth was filled with this terrible stench, and he almost vomited it out.
"The heart of a scorpion, the venom sac of a poisonous snake, the tail of a centipede, the bladder of a bat... this recipe..." Ji Hao dipped his fingers into the concoction in the big bowl, put it on his tongue and smashed it, and said with a grimace: " It's actually the heart of a thousand-year-old blood-hook scorpion, which is perfect for treating trauma, but this smell... "
Sitting next to the stone platform was an old man with a body as strong as a green pine. He was wearing a neat burlap gown, and his long silver-white hair was spread neatly behind him, with the tips of his hair almost hanging to the ground.
When Ji Hao woke up, he was sitting on the stone pier staring at Ji Hao looking up and down.
Hearing that Ji Hao had analyzed the four main ingredients in the concoction so quickly, the old man smiled happily, patted his knees lightly and said with a smile: "Si Wenming brought a good boy back this time. Hey, you know Witch medicine?”
When he mentioned the word "witch medicine", the old man's smooth, plump, and tender face like a child couldn't help but shine with a divine light, and his eyebrows were so full of excitement that his beard almost floated up. He looked at Ji Hao sideways, and the expression on his face was clearly shouting loudly - 'I am an expert in witchcraft medicine, baby, come and admire me!'
Ji Hao straightened up and opened his clothes to look at his body.
The original dozen or so transparent wounds on the body have healed, leaving no scars at all, and the regrown body does not appear weak at all and has returned to its strongest state.
Moreover, there is still a strong medicinal power in the body that has not been fully digested. This hot medicinal power is like a few little mice running around in Ji Hao's body, providing him with abundant energy.
"I know a little bit about witch medicine." Ji Hao looked at the old man and said with a smile: "I was only three months old when I could walk, run, and speak human words, so the great witch priest of the clan said that I was a child prodigy given by the ancestors. He took me with him since he was a child and studied for ten years."
The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh? After only ten years of learning, you can identify the main medicinal materials in my bowl of 'Siquan Soup'. The inheritance of your tribe is also extraordinary. In the Southern Wilderness, you Are you from a big tribe too?"
Ji Hao nodded and said with a smile: "The Golden Crow Tribe is quite famous in the Southern Wilderness."
The old man nodded suddenly. He pinched his fingers and started to calculate: "Well, the Golden Crow tribe? There are only Fire Crows in the Southern Wilderness... Have you restored your clan name?"
A flash of red light appeared on the old man's face, and he looked at Ji Hao with an increasingly kind and kind expression: "One thousand seven hundred years ago, I traveled to the Southern Wilderness and was accidentally bitten by a green-striped iron head. , I almost didn’t die there, it was you Fire Crows... Ji Song, the great shaman of the Golden Crow Tribe, who saved my life."
Ji Hao's heart suddenly skipped a beat. The longest lifespan of a great witch is about a thousand years. Did this old man go to the Southern Wasteland 1,700 years ago? Then he must be an existence even more powerful than the Witch King in the Great Witch Realm.
Ji Hao jumped down from the stone slab and bowed solemnly to the old man: "It turns out that I am Grandpa's friend. I am Ji Hao."
The old man smiled and nodded repeatedly: "No wonder Si Wen ordered me to take care of you. It turns out that you are a descendant of Ji Song. Where is Ji Song? How has he been these years? I also said that in a few hundred years, I will be free. Now, let’s go find him and catch up on old times.”
A sad look flashed across Ji Hao's face.
The old man's face suddenly stiffened, and two lines of tears gurgled down his eyes: "Oh, my old friend is no longer here... Yes, he is older than me. Didn't he make a breakthrough? That time we met He, he also said that he wanted to try to use the essence and blood of the fire crow to prepare witch medicine to see if he could break through the Witch King realm."
Ji Hao remained silent. For an old man's friendship more than a thousand years ago, Ji Hao felt that any words were too weak.
With a heavy sigh, the old man stood up and waved to Ji Hao: "I am Wulong Yao, just call me Wulong Grandpa. Si Wenming left you here, and he didn't know what he was doing. Now that you’re here, feel free to stay here and learn something.”
Ji Hao followed Wu Longyao out of the stone house while secretly thinking about the name.
Wulongyao, Wulong is the surname, and Yao is the name of the old man. Ji Hao had a vague impression of the Wulong clan. He should have come from an extremely ancient tribal bloodline and had an extremely extraordinary background.
Pushing open the heavy stone door of the stone house, there is a clean, tidy corridor without any decorations, polished and as level as a mirror like the stone house.
The corridor is ten feet wide and one hundred feet high. There are many men and women wearing burlap gowns walking in the corridor. Ji Hao glanced left and right along the corridor and found that there were doors every ten feet on the corridor. Some of the stone doors were open, and inside were rooms the same size and as simple as the stone house where Ji Hao slept.
Wulongyao led Ji Hao and walked out along the corridor. As he walked, he pointed at the bronze plaque inlaid on the stone door and said, "Remember, the stone house you just rested in is the 189th House of Fire in the South of Tubu." Number One Thousand Eight Hundred and Seventy-One'."
"Apprentice, represents your status as an apprentice in the Witch Palace."
"Nan Zhu, you are from the Southern Wilderness Continent."
"Fire Xing, you are from a fire-blooded tribe, and your witchcraft attribute is fire-based."
"There is no need to explain the remaining numbers. This room will be yours to use from now on."
Ji Hao nodded and wrote down the number. At the same time, he felt his scalp numb at the astonishing information contained behind the number.
After walking quickly along the corridor for nearly a hundred miles, at the speed of the two of them, it was only the time for a cup of tea. As soon as Wulongyao turned a corner, he arrived at another corridor with an even more astonishing scale and grandeur.
This corridor is three miles wide and twenty miles high. Not only are there large groups of pedestrians coming and going in the corridor, there are also people flying rapidly in the air with faint flames around them.
Wu Longyao pointed at this corridor and said with a smile: "This is the Gui Road, which is the last of the ten main corridors in the Wu Palace. The side corridors attached to the ten main corridors are where you apprentices live. And on both sides of these ten main corridors , the people who live there are…”
Before he finished speaking, a loud bang was heard, and a bronze door beside the main road more than ten miles away was blown to pieces. An old man, covered in charred black, staggered out of it, and his head fell down with a bang. On the ground.
(End of chapter)