I nodded and responded: "What you mean is that Hulatun is a homophonic pronunciation of Ulanala. It is actually the clan of Ulanala, and the Yelangbaozi here is the clan of Tongjia."

Are there any similarities?"

He took a sip of wine. The old man was getting older and his health was not as good as before. He was already slightly drunk and said: "This is just a guess by us men. I have never been back to Hulatun after that night, but this statement is also true.

It’s ten.”

Meihui urged him and quickly filled him up again. "Old man, what happened next? What happened next? What kind of treasure did you find in that palace?"

"Hey! Don't mention it. I found the baby, but it's not in that palace or that ghost place. I don't dare to go there again in this life. It's too evil. I was so talented when I was young.

The head of an admiral is preferable among all armies, but that time I encountered that old monster, I was in bad luck. Look at my heels." As he said this, he lifted up his trouser legs to show us.

Only when I saw it did I realize that it was no wonder that this old man gave up later. It turned out that his hamstring had been broken by someone, and he could not do heavy work or walk long distances.

"Old man, how did you do this?" I thought to myself, maybe this old man has always been bragging. When he went to Hulatun to step on a plate, he was caught by someone. In the end, his hamstring was broken and he was sentenced to life.

Disability?

He continued to tell us about the treacherous encounters in Nala Palace in Hulatun when he was young. At that time, the main room of the old house was so splendid that even if he scraped a little bit of gold paint on the two gold-painted pillars, it would be a big deal.

Tian Moazi thought that he was the only living creature in the house, and it would save the thieves from climbing through the window, so he immediately pushed open the almost incomplete wooden door.

But as soon as he took a step forward, he suddenly felt something was wrong behind him. It was as if someone had been staring at him, and the hair on his back stood up for no reason. This old guy was very experienced and did not look back in a hurry. Instead, he pulled out the hair from behind.

The lancet used by tomb robbers, he turned around and stabbed without even looking at it.

He expected that no matter whether you are a monster, a monster, or a guard in this house, no matter whether the person who comes is good or evil, if you want to kill someone, you will have to be stabbed by me first. He thinks that he is like the wind, and the person behind him will definitely die.

No doubt. No matter what kind of monster you are, if your head falls off, you will be killed on the spot.

But he never thought that the sword with all his strength would be in vain. Zhuan Tian Mouse's heart trembled. He was so fast. It seemed that he had met a master. I am afraid that someone with such skill was also in the same industry. He did not dare to neglect.

, ran forward a few steps, jumped up suddenly, grabbed the upper beam with both hands, used an upside-down golden hook, jumped up onto Fang Liang, looked back with the corner of his eye... and took a breath of cold air.

Good guy, there is no figure behind you. There is clearly an old cat in front of the corridor, staring at him with strange eyes. The deep eyes flashed with a cold green light, making people dare not look directly at this old cat.

The cat is quite big, and its big tail is like an iron whip, swinging from side to side and beating on the marble floor, stirring up dust. The old cat's hair is dark and shiny, and it is hidden in the night. If it weren't for its pair of green eyes,

It can't be found at all.

Zhuantian Mouse frowned, this old cat is so powerful, it looks almost like a spirit. In this deserted house, no one can feed it and it can live to this age. It is afraid that it will eat something other than the mass grave.
Chapter completed!