After Adopting The Paranoid Gods

Chapter 115

"The night comes with wind and rain, whispering color."

This strange male voice was not amplified by the silent tomb hall. He just whispered softly in Ji Tang's ear, and only Ji Tang could hear it.

It was a very gentle voice, in stark contrast to the cold and dark mausoleum.

Ji Tang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze suddenly.

He raised his eyes and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

There is no one around him, only darkness where he can't even see his fingers.

But the male voice that sounded in his ear definitely told Ji Tang that he did not have auditory hallucinations.

The other party not only spoke but also read his own poems.

However, Ji Tang did not let down his vigilance.

This Li Gui has been trapped here for thousands of years. For thousands of years, not many people have been willing to believe him, and his resentment can be thousands of times that of the Li Guis he has encountered. No one knows what his actions will be.

If this Li Gui has no kindness in his heart, it is full of malice towards the world. Ji Tang would also believe it.

Ji Tang frowned.

He felt that the male voice just now was not really made by that Li Gui.

That voice was very vague and gentle—a little unreal.

Looking at the surrounding ancient tomb walls, Ji Tang frowned.

He had heard of some ancient buildings that inexplicably projected some ancient images.

The reason is that because of the special materials of some ancient buildings, the images of that time will be recorded.

Including sound.

The voice that rang in Ji Tang's ear just now did not come out in real time.

It was the sound of thousands of years ago.

It was recorded by the wall in the ancient tomb, went around in circles, passed through the millennium, and rang in Ji Tang's ears again.

That voice—perhaps it's the voice of the Emperor himself—

Ji Tang was a little confused.

He must have known then that he would die in the ancient tomb. He wrote this poem about spring in the cold tomb with hot blood, and then read it in the most peaceful and serious voice?

It doesn't look like a dying person with resentment at all.

Ji Tang shook his head, feeling a little helpless.

Perhaps "spring" is the only belief in his eyes.

Why is he so obsessed with spring?

Ji Tang retracted his gaze, intending to continue looking for the Li Gui.

The Li Gui hasn't appeared yet, but Ji Tang is not surprised; after all, the Li Gui is a three-and-a-half-level Li Gui, so he won't show up so easily.

Ji Tang picked up the flashlight, walked around the dragon coffin, and illuminated the mausoleum wall ahead.

But what appeared in front of Ji Tang's eyes made him startled.

The gray-black stone wall of the mausoleum was filled with the same word written densely: 

【Roll. 】

These words are all written in blood, and the pungent smell of blood hits his face. The visual impact it brings is also extremely deterring.