Chapter 220: Dry Bones, Yinglong, Cocoon

"It feels like a tomb robber." Bai Mo held a bronze lamp in his hand, looked at the bronze door in front of him, and said to himself: "I don't know if there is a ghost blowing the lamp inside."

After Bai Di read the remaining documents of the Chen family, the history of the Chen family was dug out.

A family without a dragon king or Odin, an ordinary mixed-blood family, is inferior to Lu Mingfei's Lu family.

If there is no Chen Motong, Bai Mo might think that the Chen family is just an ordinary family born with the power of mixed-bloods.

But Chen Motong's bronze door shows that her identity is definitely not a simple mixed-blood, and there are many secrets behind it.

Bai Mo took a deep breath, held the spiritual power from the original in his hand, and then reached out and pressed it.

Crack~

The bronze door was pushed open, and inside was a dry bone nailed to a cross.

Bai Mo walked into the bronze door, and a few steps arrived in front of the dry bones. With the help of the bronze lamp in his hand, he could see its appearance clearly.

The withered bones are a young form, similar to an underage boy, with countless nails nailed into his body, and the entire skeleton is almost filled.

"You...are..."

The boy raised his head and uttered the "language" of the spirit, looking at Baimo with his head wrapped in dry leaves, with silver flames dancing in his pupils.

"The King of Fire, no, not."

"Priest, no, not."

"New God, no, not."

Saying one word after another, the boy's tone was like an emperor who pronounced a decree in a cold palace.

"Izanami, you finally woke up."

Although he didn't understand why he was called Izanami, Baimo waved his hand and chatted casually: "Who are you?"

"You are not Izanami." The boy shook his head, then twisted his stiff neck and slowly spoke with a crackling sound.

"Who are you!"

The silver flame turned into golden light, and the boy spread dark golden wings behind him, with broken and broken bones on the wings.

Broken and missing, but it contains the majesty of the gods.

"Who are you?" Bai Mo looked at the boy calmly, not affected at all.

Time was quiet, the boy folded his wings, and the flames in his eyes returned to silver.

"New God, what do you want?"

"I have a lot of questions, what is the history of the world."

"History, hahaha."

I don't know how the boy laughed, it looked at Bai Mo wantonly in the vast laughter.

"What do you think history is?"

"The Black King created the four dragon kings, created the priest White King with his power, established the dragon clan, and ruled the world with tyranny. The dragon clan created humans, and the theory of evolution is wrong.

The White King rebelled and led one-third of the dragon clan to wage war against the Black King. In the end, he was killed by the Black King and took back the power given by him."

"Then the Black King was killed, and all traces of the dragon clan disappeared. Humans relied on women to mate with the dragon clan, offered saints, and gave birth to controllable hybrids."

"The hybrids killed the dragon clan and the four dragon kings."

"On the throne, the dragon kings are twins, each holding power and strength. This was specially divided when the Black King gave birth to these children."

"In 2012, the Black King returned."

The boy was silent. He looked up at Bai Mo, and he didn't know why he felt sad.

"History, has it been changed like this?"

"Yes, history is a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone. The current hybrids rely on the Ice Sea Fragments and the history of Nordic mythology to study the dragon race."

"…………"

"What do you think history is?"

Hearing Bai Mo's question, the boy remained silent.

Bai Mo waited for it to slow down for a while, and continued: "This is the history of the hybrids. The history I know is not like this."

"The hybrids once had a glorious past. Ten thousand years ago, the hybrids inherited the alchemy of the dragon race. They built the extremely holy dynasty and achieved miracles that are impossible to do now through alchemy."

"The kingdom of God, Nibelung was built, and then the iteration of God, from the old god to the new god, repeating this process."

"Mythology is the historical story of the hybrids."

The boy spoke.

"You know, it's not surprising that you can come here."

"When God gets involved in the realm of the soul, he will definitely know this history."

"So, what is the real history?"

Bai Mo said the question he had been exploring.

"Why was the dragon race destroyed?"

"Humans killed the [Black King], this is a complete lie." The boy sneered.

"Humans are like this, they like to force things that don't belong to them to be their own, the Ice Sea Fragments, the Norse Mythology, what ridiculous words."

"History has a traceable context, it's not just taking a random content that you don't know if it was randomly compiled and using it as your own history."

At this point, the boy obviously hated this behavior.

"I don't know the real history either."

The boy looked up at Bai Mo.

"Let me go, I will tell you everything I know."

"What is your name?"

"Name..." The boy's body made a crackling sound, which was the nail stopping it.

"It seems that you can't say your name, but I will help you."

After the voice fell, Bai Mo's fingers pressed with the power of his own body.

Elements, spirit, soul, or something else.

The boy didn't know what it was. He only realized that when the man in front of him pressed his finger, the nails on his body loosened.

"I am - Yinglong."

"Yinglong?"

Yinglong, a winged dragon, is a character recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, who assisted Huangdi in defeating Chiyou.

"What is history?"

Yinglong spoke calmly.

"The dragon clan does not exist."

"The dragon clan does not exist!"

This was a big thunder. Some of Baimo's other sub-bodies behaved incorrectly.

If the dragon clan does not exist, all the so-called preparations need to be overturned. All the work that has been completed, is in progress, and has not yet started needs to be replanned.

"Yes, the dragon clan does not exist. If the four dragon kings and the white king really exist, then mastering the power of the elements will be an incomprehensible existence."

"This... is true." Baimo did not doubt the truth. He, Medea, and Naia were not something that ordinary people could understand.

Holding power and having the power to control one of the five elements of the earth, the corresponding information index is not a memory that the "Dragon King" can carry.

"Humans evolved naturally."

"It seems that the theory of evolution is true. Darwin might be very grateful for your support."

"Who is Darwin?"

"An ordinary person who proposed that humans evolved from forest apes and that humans and gorillas are relatives."

"He sounds like a very good person. He can do this and reveal such a truth in a world controlled by hybrids, directly challenging the hybrids."

"...If you think about it this way, he is indeed a tough guy."

According to Yinglong, Darwin is challenging the hybrids' cover-up of history. This is definitely a suicidal act.

If Darwin is a tough guy, then the scientists of his time may also be a group of super tough guys.

"If humans evolved naturally, then why did hybrids appear and manipulate elements?"

"Because of the cocoon."

"Cocoon."

"The cocoon of the Black King."

"The container for the Black King's resurrection?"

"No, the Black King's cocoon is not the container for the Black King's resurrection, but the Black King."

"Why do you equate the Black King with the Black King's cocoon?"

"Let me go, and I'll tell you the answer."

"You're taking things out of context!" Bai Mo complained.