On the very day he went up the mountain, Jiang Fu witnessed the spectacular sight of a dragon tumbling in the clouds, which further solidified his belief that the Dragon Tomb was located there.
This ordeal took a month and a half. He once again felt the terrifying illusion of his blood churning and boiling inside him, and only smoking could temporarily make him forget the pain.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fu took another deep drag on his cigarette. Amidst the flickering smoke, he heard a cheer from the crowd: "They've broken through!"
He paused for a moment, looked at the picture of the dragon bringing good fortune that had been forwarded on his phone, and felt a surge of excitement: It really is the dragon's blessing!
He stood up and said to the crowd, "Let's ventilate for a while and prepare to go down into the tomb."
...
That night
Linghu Lan slept very soundly.
In my dream.
She still saw the coiled dragon, its eyes opening like torches.
Linghu Lan eagerly awaited Gu Lingsheng's slow emergence from within.
Sure enough, a figure walked out of Panlong's sight and stood in front of Linghu Lan, giving her a sweet smile.
"Auntie, my name is Gu Lingsheng, come and play with me!"
Linghu Lan: "Pfft!"
My heart has been hurt by a billion points.
What did you call me?
"Auntie, come play with me."
Linghu Lan stared blankly at the porcelain doll-like figure in front of her, who looked like a Fuwa mascot. She silently picked up a brick. "I'll give you a chance to rephrase your question. What should you call me? Are you Gu Lingsheng?"
"Yes, Auntie! Don't ask so many questions, come and play with me."
Linghu Lan: "..."
Wait, I need some peace and quiet.
The Gu Lingsheng she saw last time was a tall, imposing man. What's going on with this Gu Lingsheng now? How did he become so young again?
Gu Lingsheng, in his smaller form, didn't give her any time to think; he shook Linghu Lan's arm.
"Come play with me, or I'll get angry."
Linghu Lan was practically shaken to death. "Okay, okay, I'll play with you, but on one condition: you can't call me 'Auntie' anymore?"
The alternate Gu Lingsheng thought for a moment. "Okay, Grandma!"
Linghu Lan: "Pfft!!!"
Damn it!
Is there really such a breathtaking "operation"?
Call me sister!
"Hey, you don't look like it!"
Linghu Lan: "..."
Linghu Lan played house with Gu Lingsheng, who was playing a minor role, playing hide-and-seek, playing "Statues," and singing a clapping song.
Gu Ling's business was still going strong, while Linghu Lan looked utterly dejected.
Finally, Gu Lingsheng, now in his younger form, had had his fill of fun and said to Linghu Lan, "Auntie, oh, Grandma, goodbye. Will you come play with me again tomorrow?"
Linghu Lan was inwardly moved to tears: "Fine!"
The smaller version of Gu Lingsheng slowly disappeared from Panlong's sight.
Daylight broke.
Linghu Lan woke up, her mind still caught between fantasy and reality.
What exactly was that dream about?
Ba Hai had already woken up. He looked at Linghu Lan and said, "Miss Chen, would you like some water?"
He filled a bottle with snow from outside, and when he got near the hot spring, the snow melted into water. After the impurities were cleared away, the water was ready to drink.
The two ate something, drank some water, and then continued to look at the eggs.
The egg continued to absorb the dragon energy at an astonishing rate.
Ba Hai was very worried and hesitantly asked Linghu Lan, "Miss Chen, if the dragon egg keeps absorbing dragon energy like this, won't it absorb all the dragon energy in the entire Kunwu Mountain?"
Linghu Lan looked at him and asked, "What's the use of keeping the dragon's energy?"
Ba Hai scratched his head, then suddenly laughed, "Yeah, there's no point in keeping it."
Ancient emperors built their tombs in places with abundant dragon energy, hoping that their descendants would sit on the throne forever. However, it seems that this was not very effective, as the dynasty would still be overthrown when it changed.
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