Ji Hao woke up...≦

When you open your sour eyelids, you will see the stone ceiling. The black stone has a smooth and delicate texture and is polished very flat.

Shaking his head, Ji Hao found himself lying on a large stone slab. The stone slab, which is three feet long and two feet wide, is three feet thick, cold and hard, and does not even have a piece of animal skin on it.

The surrounding walls were also painted black and polished as a mirror. This was a stone house with a length of five feet wide. Apart from the large stone slab where Ji Hao was lying, there was only a square stone platform in the middle, with four stone piers next to it.

There was a small stone lamp on the stone table. The stone lamps the size of adults' heads were filled with golden grease. A hard wick was burning in the stone lamp. The golden red fire illuminated the entire stone house. This was the only light source in the house.

There was a large bowl made of clay next to Ji Hao's head, and there was a little black sticky medicine left inside, emitting a disgusting fishy smell. Ji Hao grinned, his mouth was full of this terrible fishy smell, and he almost vomited it out.

"The heart of a scorpion, the poisonous snake's poisonous sac, the tail of a centipede, the bladder of a bat... This recipe..." Ji Hao's fingers were dipped in the medicine juice in a big bowl, and put it on his tongue for a while, and said with a bitter face: "It's actually the heart of a thousand-year-old blood hook scorpion. It's best to treat external trauma, but this smell..."

Next to the stone platform was an old man with a strong body like a green pine. He was wearing a neat burlap gown, his long silver-white hair was neatly scattered behind him, and the ends of his hair almost hung to the ground.

When Ji Hao woke up, he was sitting on the stone pier and staring at Ji Hao up and down.

Hearing Ji Hao analyze the four main ingredients in the medicine so quickly, the old man smiled happily, patted his knees and smiled: "Si Wenming brought a good child back this time. Hey, do you understand witch medicine too?"

Speaking of the word "witch medicine". The old man's smooth and plump face, as tender as a child, couldn't help but feel a divine light, and his eyebrows were so bright that his face almost floated up. He looked at Ji Hao with a slanted look, and the expression on his face was clearly shouting loudly - "I am a big expert in witch medicine, baby, come and admire me quickly"!

Ji Hao straightened up and pulled open his clothes to look at his body.

More than a dozen transparent wounds on the original body have healed, and no scars have been left. Moreover, the regenerated body is not weak at all, and has returned to its strongest state.

Moreover, there was a strong medicinal power in his body that had not been completely digested. This hot medicinal power was like a few little mice, running around in Ji Hao's body, providing him with plenty of energy.

"Witch Medicine, I understand a little bit." Ji Hao looked at the old man and said with a smile: "I was able to walk, run and speak in three months, so the great wizard in the clan said that I was a child prodigy given by the ancestors and had brought me by my side since I was a child. I studied for a full ten years."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Oh? After only ten years of studying, you can identify the main medicinal materials in my bowl of 'Siquan Soup'. The inheritance of your tribe is also extraordinary. In the Southern Wilderness, you also came from a large tribe, right?"

Ji Hao nodded and said with a smile: "The Golden Crow Tribe is quite famous in the Southern Wilderness."

The old man nodded suddenly. He pinched his fingers and calculated: "Well, is the Golden Crow tribe? There are only fire crows in the southern wilderness... Have you replied to the clan name?"

A red light appeared on the old man's face. His expression looked at Ji Hao and became more kind and kind: "A thousand and seven hundred years ago, I went to Nanhuang and accidentally bitten by a green iron head. I almost died there. It was your fire crow... The great witch of the Golden Crow tribe, Ji Sui, saved my life."

Ji Hao's heart suddenly blew. The longest life span of the Great Witch is about a thousand years. This old man had been to the Southern Wilderness 1,700 years ago? Then he must be a witch king who surpassed the Great Witch Realm and even a more powerful existence.

Jumped off the stone slab, Ji Hao bowed solemnly to the old man: "It turns out that he is grandpa's friend, I am Ji Hao."

The old man smiled and nodded repeatedly: "No wonder Si Wenming asked me to take good care of you. It turns out that you are the descendants of Ji Song. Where is Ji Song? Is he doing well in these years? I also said that when I have time, I will go to him to reminisce about the past."

A gloomy look flashed across Ji Hao's face.

The old man's face suddenly froze, and tears flowed down his eyes: "Oh, my old friend is no longer here... Yes, he is older than me. Can he not break through? When he saw him that time, he also said that he wanted to try using the essence and blood of the Fire Crow to prepare witch medicine to see if he could break through the Witch King realm."

Ji Hao didn't say anything. Ji Hao felt that no words were too powerless to say about the friendship between an old man more than a thousand years ago.

He sighed heavily, and the old man stood up and waved to Ji Hao: "I am Wulongyao, you call me Wulong grandpa. Si Wenming threw you here, but he didn't know what he had gone to do. Since he was here, stay here with peace of mind and learn something."

Ji Hao followed Wulongyao out of the stone house, and at the same time he thought about the name secretly.

Wulong Yao, Wulong is the surname, Yao is the name of the old man. Wulong family, Ji Hao vaguely has a certain impression of this surname. It should be from an extremely ancient tribal bloodline and has an extraordinary background.

Push open the thick stone door of the stone house, outside it is a clean, tidy and without any decorations, and is polished as a mirror-like corridor like the stone house.

The corridor, which is ten feet wide and hundreds of feet high, is amazing in scale. Many men and women wearing burlap gowns are coming and going in the corridor. Ji Hao looked around the corridor and found that a door opened every ten feet in the corridor. Some stone doors were open, and inside were the same size and simple room as Ji Hao's sleeping stone house.

Wu Longyao took Ji Hao out of the corridor. While walking, he pointed to the bronze plaque inlaid on the stone door and said, "Remember, the stone house you just rested is 'No. 189,871, Fire Walk of the Southern Subordinate of the Tumen's Ministry'."

"The apprentice department means you are in the witch temple or an apprentice."

"Southern territories, you are from the Southern Wilderness Continent."

"Huo Xing, you are from the Fire Blood Tribe, and your witch power attribute is fire."

"The remaining numbers are not needed. This room will be yours in the future."

Ji Hao nodded and wrote down the number, and at the same time felt a numbness in the amazing information contained behind the number.

He quickly advanced nearly a hundred miles along the corridor. At the speed of two people, it was just a cup of tea. As soon as Wulongyao turned around, he arrived in another corridor with a more amazing scale and magnificent scale.

The corridor is three miles wide and twenty miles high. Not only are there pedestrians from brigades coming and going, but there are also people flying rapidly in the air with faint lights all over the air.

Wu Longyao pointed to the corridor and smiled: "This is the 'Gui' Road, which ranks last in the ten main corridors of the Witch Palace. The side roads attached to the ten main roads are where you apprentices live. And on both sides of these ten main roads, they live..."
Chapter completed!