When it fell to the black space, Han Lang walked forward along the barren black earth. There were still a group of billions of corpses above his head. They formed slowly wriggling clouds, and the corpses fell to the ground like rain, smashing near Han Lang, turning into pools of moving blood mud.

Han Lang continued to walk forward and walked towards the White Tomb Palace. The tomb that had stood alone for thousands of years had not changed at all, but still brought Han Lang a suffocating coldness.

After entering the bronze door, those evil eyes are still there!

After walking through the gallery, I walked past it smoothly without any obstacles.

The Eternal Demon Lotus is no longer there, and this gateless hall will not cause any obstacles to Han Lang.

After passing through the Nine-Death Bridge, I chose a bridge at will. This bridge did not lead to the death gate. It guided Han Lang directly to the bloody altar and to the bloody throne...

Han Lang himself had never been to this bloody altar. This was his first time stepping in. It was completely black and smooth enough to reflect his figure. It was surrounded by darkness, coldness, nothingness, eternal eternity...

The blood-colored altar is suspended in such nothingness. It may be rotating slowly, but people cannot detect it when standing on it. They themselves cannot tell what is the upper, what is the lower, and what is the left and right.

On the bloody throne, a black helmet sat there, empty inside, but it maintained a sitting position that was difficult to distinguish between contemplation and sleep, like a sculpture, but it had a huge momentum like a majestic Mount Tai!

"Ancient King." Han Lang looked at the black helmet robe and his emotions seemed to fluctuate.

"You are not my descendant." The voice was thick and old, and the black helmet was clearly empty, but a pair of eyes lit up.

"I may be your student," Han Lang said.

Gu Lao Wang did not answer.

Moreover, Han Lang did not step into the death gate on the bridge of Nine-Death, which also shows that he had a hint of kindness to himself.

"A small town in the northern border was looted by the undead, and the people in the town died and turned into undead... Is this what your subordinates did?" Han Lang asked.

The "people" in front of him are the king of the undead empire. Perhaps even Han Ji did not expect that Han Lang once again stepped into the Shayuan but wanted to question this matter in person!

Compared with many disasters, the death of a small town is indeed a bit insignificant, but in Han Lang's opinion, this is far more serious than any disaster...

Once this is done by the undead in the ancient capital, it means that the undead pattern will be broken again, and the undead will no longer live in the tombs, and they will once again invade the land of the living people. This also means that the ancient king will declare war on the world as the Pluto and pull the living people into the abyss of death!

This is something Han Lang doesn’t want to see anyway!

If the answer given by Gu Lao Wang is: Yes!

Then Han Lang will declare war with the ancient king here. Even if there is a person he respects the most, Han Lang will fight with the deceased king as a living person to the end!

"No." Gu Lao Wang replied.

Han Lang finally had a little bit of the expression on his expressionless face, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The ancient king's face slowly emerged in the empty helmet, but its skin was gray, and the black and intertwined blood vessels on his face could be seen transparently.

But soon, his face was hidden in the empty helmet, leaving only a pair of eyes that were indifferent to everything.

Gradually, his eyes disappeared, and only a black helmet robe that kept sitting in a sitting position was left on the entire blood-colored throne. It was lifeless, but as majestic as a mountain!

"Ancient King..." Han Lang called out again, his mood seemed a little messy.

Without any answer, only Han Lang's own voice echoed in the entire bloody altar.

There was still nothing in the black helmet robe, and Han Lang seemed to be talking to himself.

Back in Holhot and then to Khanzhong City, Han Lang left Shayuan and received news that the old herder who witnessed the demise of his town had woken up.

Han Lang rushed there, but found a room full of people silent.

He glanced at him and found that Qu Kang and Sister Fu were not there, and the other personnel from the prevention team were surrounded by the old herder's bed.

The old herder's eyes were empty and he was obviously under severe mental blows. Han Lang was really not sure whether his spirit had returned to normal.

"Han Lang, you'd better hear him say it." The white fox said in a calm voice.

Han Lang walked to the old herder's side, and he saw that the old man's hands were still trembling.

"Old man, did you really see the pyramid?" Han Lang asked extremely seriously.

On the phone, Han Lang had already heard some simple descriptions, and Han Lang flew over directly. He felt that he would be better for inquiring about this matter in person...

The old man raised his head, looked at Han Lang with his eyes blank, and then nodded again.

"Can you roughly describe the situation when the pyramid is there? I have seen the pyramid in ancient wood. I want to compare it with what you described." Han Lang said.

"Light and shadow, dark light, many undead, gray-black, triangle ruler mirror..." The old herder said incoherently.

When people are overly afraid and sad, their brains sometimes selectively forget, making people forget those pictures that are too devastating to the soul.

At this time, the old herder was in this situation. He saw something extremely terrible and asked him to describe the details. He could not do it at all. He only knew that he had seen the pyramid, the dead, and the blood...

"Minghui... Han Lang, only the pyramids will emit this thing. I asked before you came. The Minghui he described was exactly the same as the mirage Minghui we saw in ancient wood. This is unlikely to be a fabrication of the old man's insanity." said the white fox.

"The undead in the Yan Kingdom is still in the tombs, and the death of this town has nothing to do with them." Han Lang stared out the window. The clear sky was always unable to bloom with the warm light it should have. Instead, there was something hazy and something blocking it.

"Is it true that it is an ancient tree undead? But how could the ancient tree undead appear in the northern part of our country? This is absolutely impossible!" Qi Yang said in disbelief.

I have never heard of ancient wood undeads appearing in other countries. Qi Yang has reported this to the headquarters, but the North China headquarters insists that some unruly undead ran out of the tomb and killed the people in the town.
Chapter completed!