She was confident that once these guys attacked, she could block them in advance.

"Hey, look down at your feet." She reminded Yan Sanlang.

The boy did not bow his head: "There is a hole under my feet." He had seen clearly just now that he fell here. There was a huge hole under his feet, which could at least be put into a round bucket. However, the location here is special and cannot be seen from other angles.

"The cut surface is very neat, and the core is dug out." Qiansui has observed it, "Use a sharp tool."

Yan Sanlang reached into the hole and touched it twice: "The wood on the edge is elastic."

Being elastic means that it still has vitality. This is not surprising. Some big trees are like they die after being struck by lightning, but they can still produce new branches after several years.

But the question is, who would come here to dig the core? Just look at the ghoul and Zhuang Nanjia's treasures to this giant tree. Even if they lose small branches, they can feel distressed for a long time.

Just dig? It would be strange if they don’t fight each other!

After experiencing these changes, Ming'an's eyes had changed from shock to thoughtfulness. He stared at the reflection on the water surface and remembered that Zhuang Nanjia called it "Emerald Dream".

It's indeed very appropriate. Everything in the reflection is so beautiful that it doesn't look like it's real.

"What's going on?" Ming An murmured, "Is the dead tree real or is the reflection real?"

They stood on the dead tree, so he knew that the dead tree really existed; but he also saw blue light spots flying out of the reflection, and the blue light spots also existed, so this "Emerald Dream" also... also exists?

His mind was very messed up.

Zhuang Nanjia didn't say anything, and his signature smile also took off, becoming expressionless. At this critical moment, he was not in the mood to give an explanation to a hidden civilian.

However, Yan Sanlang answered: "I'm afraid it's all true."

He pointed to the dead tree under the feet of the three people: "This is the reality now." He pointed to the reflection in the water, "That is the reality once."

Ming'an doesn't understand.

"A long time ago, this world experienced a catastrophe and was on the verge of destruction." Yan Sanlang said slowly, "I guess this big tree was destroyed at that time; the reflection in the water is nothing more than what it used to be."

"Is it...real?" Qiansui murmured, as if his tone was a little strange, but the boy had no time to tell the difference at this moment.

"No." Ming'an shook his head repeatedly, "The catastrophe of destruction occurred in ancient times; but I entered the temple, and it was still thriving and dense, just like a reflection in the water!"

"You entered the temple ten years ago, right?"

Ming'an nodded and wanted to say something else, but Yan Sanlang had already said first: "Have you ever had close contact with the priest before entering the temple?"

Ming An immediately remembered: "Yes. At that time, the former envoy of God met us first outside the temple and baptized each of us!"

"He has contacted you. What you saw in the atrium then was nothing more than the illusion created by the envoy of God!" Yan Sanlang's eyes moved to Zhuang Nanjia and asked word by word, "Dragon God Messenger, am I right?"

It is Zhuang Nanjia's ability to allow the subject to see illusions, but he must have physical contact in advance. The ones standing here have always been dead trees, but Zhuang Nanjia allowed all the civilians entering the temple to "see" the towering holy tree, thus praising it and the greatness of the gods.

And he asked about the "priests", but Ming'an made it clear that the "last messenger" who came into contact with them was the "last messenger".

Zhuang Nanjia kept silent and said nothing, and finally showed a gloomy smile: "You discovered it in the end." From then on, his face was covered with an invisible majesty, and his former kindness had long disappeared.

Yan Sanlang said lightly: "After Hisensei kicked you out of the hidden country, he became the envoy of the sea god. It can be seen that you were the only one who blocked its ascendance." He and Chitose had long been suspicious, and Ming'an's words only confirmed his conjecture.

Zhuang Nanjia was the last envoy.

The old man sighed slowly. This little guy was extremely smart, and he didn't think he could hide it for long.

"So, how did it drive you out five years ago?" Yan Sanlang's eyes were bright, "To be honest, otherwise-" He patted the tree trunk with his blade, and the rest of it turned into a threat.

Zhuang Nanjia did not want to answer this question, but the situation was unstoppable.

"Ten years ago, Hisense smuggled secret treasures from Hidden Country, and then pointed out that I was not supervising and protecting them well." His voice was cold, "This thing is extremely important, and it is related to the life and death of our clan, and it must be recovered. So after the last time the fog wall opened, I had to drill into a bag and go to the world to find things."

Speaking of this, he sternly said to the ball of light floating in the air: "Did you hear it clearly? I was framed! The witness is on Crystal Island!"

A few breaths later, Yan Sanlang and others heard the reply from the light ball, as if they had passed a round of discussion: "Leaving the holy tree, you have the right to review!"

"I think there will be something if you don't leave." Yan Sanlang knocked gently and knocked down a small piece of dead branches from the trunk.

Then he saw the light ball flashing constantly, and Zhuang Nanjia's face showed heartache.

The meaning of this dead tree to hide ghosts seems to be more than just a place to live.

Seeing a small piece of branches falling from the big tree in the jade dream, Yan Sanlang asked Zhuang Nanjia: "That lost secret treasure is Cangwu Stone, right?"

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the seat he sat at was ten feet away from Zhuang Nanjia, and Ming'an had moved to him long ago.

Zhuang Nanjia had long said that he left the Hidden Country to find a lost treasure. The time when the treasure was lost matched with Cangwushi. It was ten years ago that the Hidden Country was also manipulated and plotted by the Sea God envoy... Is there such a coincidence in this? It would be strange if Yan Sanlang could not guess that these two were the same thing again.

Zhuang Nanjia let out a long sigh and responded with difficulty "Yes".

Sure enough, Yan Sanlang smiled slightly and heard Qiansui curse in his ear: "This old thing is very bad!"

Zhuang Nanjia hid this matter for only one reason:

He wanted to use Yan Sanlang's power to add more chips to his success.

No wonder after Duxin Chacheng captured, he heard Yan Sanlang want to ask Cang Wushi, and a strange expression appeared on his face: Those who know the truth clearly stood beside Yan Sanlang!

The boy didn't look angry on his face, and just asked him: "So, do you know the origin of Cangwushi?"

"Of course he knows." Before Zhuang Nanjia opened his mouth, a female voice answered.

The three of them looked at the source of the sound and saw the envoy approaching step by step from the outer hall.

She finally came.

Zhuang Nanjia stared at her, the hatred flashed through her eyes, but she smiled: "Hisense, long time no see."

"Now I am the messenger of God." The messenger of the Sea God clearly knew exactly how to sting him, "You should call me Lord God."
Chapter completed!