"Fourth Brother!"

Zhang San rushed forward and bumped into the sculpture.

The pain pulled him back into reality.

"Fourth Brother! Where are you, Fourth Brother! What happened back then!" He roared hysterically, his eyes were covered in red bloodshot due to excessive congestion.

The color gradually fades away and the light gradually disappears.

Only a dark and cold environment remained.

All I saw were the cold sculptures without any temperature.

"Why!"

Bang!

Zhang San punched his statue.

He was very strong, but the statue did not move at all.

"I want to know what happened at the beginning! Fourth brother, I want to know!" Zhang San roared angrily, but it was useless at all.

Those pictures disappeared.

Turned into memory and stayed in Zhang San's head.

But he didn't know what happened later.

No answer was found either.

"I must figure it out." Zhang San clenched his fists, regardless of the blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were firm.

"Fourth Brother!" His eyes fell on the throne again.

A dusty throne.

Could it be that Li Si is not dead?

If you die, who can sit on it?

Zhang San walked over and observed carefully.

He vaguely found that there was a little unevenness in the dust.

It seems that there is a raised place on the throne.

The manufacturing and design of this throne were all participated by the top personnel at that time.

All materials and workmanship are the best in the world, and this is absolutely impossible.

Zhang San bent down and gently blew the dust.

How he hoped that the throne was flat.

The dust distribution is uneven because Li Si has come back and sat down.

But when he put his hands on it and rubbed it, his heart had already sunk.

Not flat.

It is precisely because of this that the dust is unevenly distributed.

"Why is this happening?" Zhang San squatted in front of the throne and looked at it carefully.

When the throne was built, Li Si sent Zhang San to check it out.

Zhang San used the most stringent standards and took the people to test them for seven days and seven nights, but he couldn't find any problem.

Perfect!

Absolutely perfect!

There is no problem with such a throne.

Did it really be stolen and left behind?

Zhang San turned around and remembered the barrier.

impossible.

This throne cannot be taken away at all.

Zhang San took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and gently placed it in the raised area.

wrong!

The material of this gold is not right!

Although it was still superior, Zhang San's fingers passed the gold and clearly felt a little rough.

He is a rich man, and he can find out even the impurities in the gold.

Zhang San quickly stood up, approached the throne, and gently clenched with his fingers.

Sure enough!

A layer of golden skin was raised up.

Zhang San narrowed his eyes and quickly pulled off the entire golden skin posted on it.

I found a piece of paper that was raised before.

The paper is very thin with words on it.

Logically speaking, only when Zhang San sat on this chair, he could immediately feel the unevenness.

An exception will be found.

However, the dust left by time still made him realize something was wrong.

Zhang San hurriedly picked up the note and looked at the text on it.

"The fourth brother has gone, don't worry. I will give the throne to you sooner or later, and you don't have to fight for it. I will flatten the road for you. The power of the Nether Palace is not what those people think. Whoever moves will die. Third brother will not see you."

"Fourth Brother!"

Zhang San roared angrily and his fist hit the throne hard!

"What are you? Give it to me? No! I don't want it!" He gasped, but did not choose to sit on the throne.

"If you don't die, no one can sit on this throne, even myself, can't do it! If you die, I will definitely avenge you! I will chase him until the ends of the world!" Zhang San tore the note to pieces, threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it directly.

He strides up and leaves step by step.

"Fourth brother, you always take care of me like this. No matter how ambitious I, Zhang San, have, as long as you live, I will be your third brother. No one can change this."

The Netherworld Palace has been planned by Li Si long ago.

Zhang San believed in Li Si and unconditionally believed.

Just because of that word "third brother" and fourth brother".

Now, he wants to find out the truth and find out what happened back then.

boom!

Just as Zhang San walked to the door,

A vibration came from the entire earth.

Zhang San narrowed his eyes and looked ahead.

The trajectory of this vibration is front and back, not up and down.

It means that power does not come from above, but from the front.

Zhang San walked through the barrier, walked out of the inside of the statue, and stood in front of the Guitian Temple.

The materials of these sculptures are very strong, and even impact or bombing cannot destroy them.

Zhang San stood in front of the statue, with his hands behind his back and looking forward.

boom!

finally.

A muffled sound came, and the ground was covered with dust.

An underground drilling rig appeared.

"Ahem."

Someone jumped out of the dust and kept coughing.

"It's really dirty. My trachea is getting worse every day." Huang Feilong covered his nose with his hand and shook his other hand.

A wave of air exploded, lifting the dust away.

In front of you, you will become clearer.

"Well, it's you?" Huang Feilong stood in front of the drilling rig, raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang San, and said in surprise: "Aren't you inside, you have become a golden body?"

"Yes, but now, I'm out." Zhang San said lightly.
To be continued...