A top-level boss travels through the apocalypse to raise a cute baby

Chapter 427. 427. Sword of Pure Blackness
Bai Qi, who returned to the ancient tomb again, lay quietly back in his sarcophagus, folded his hands on his abdomen, and closed his eyes. After a while, bursts of black air emerged from the sarcophagus, enveloping him.

Under the sarcophagus, deep in the ground, a pure black sword sealed by a talisman suddenly flashed a blood light, and then fell silent again.

Bai Qi fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, the gold and iron horses were full of blood, and the setting sun in the sky was like blood. His eyes were scarlet. He held a pure black sword in his hand. He was crazy and murderous. , fixed on a sword, a person, with thousands of arrows piercing through the heart, a white figure stood in the air, holding a talisman in his hand, and shot towards him.

The indifferent and compassionate eyes in the dream gradually merged with someone's eyes.

Dreaming here, Bai Qi opened his eyes suddenly, red light flashed in his eyes, he sat up with a serious face, recalling the white figure in the dream, the powerful force, made him feel a burst of power in the dream. heart palpitations.

"What's wrong with me?"

As the king of zombies, he has thousands of years of memory, but he still can't remember the cause of his death. The short dream just now, the familiar scene, especially the familiar white figure in the dream made him puzzled. endlessly.

Thinking of this, he jumped up from the wooden coffin, and began to wander carefully in this huge ancient tomb. Gold, silver, treasures, and antique collections, he didn't even look at them, and walked directly towards a tomb. past.

Pressing the button, the door of the tomb slowly opened. This is a library, and the treasures inside are not famous calligraphy and paintings, precious ancient books, but his past notes, art of war and other things.

He randomly flipped through the rolls of bamboo slips, but did not find any useful clues. Finally, his eyes fixed on a thick roll of bamboo slips. When he opened it, it was the history of his life recorded by the official historian. Facing the evaluation of his merits and demerits, he looked directly at the last few lines.

"Finally die on the battlefield, thousands of arrows pierce the heart, and the sword that was equipped is nowhere to be found!"

The equipped sword is missing!When he saw this line of words, Bai Qi looked down at the big knife pinned to his waist, and a picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the courtyard, under the old tree, a man holds a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, and the sword is used together, full of vigor.

"Do I really have a sword?"

As he said that, he took off the saber on his waist, imitated a picture that just appeared in his mind, and waved it. While dancing, a shadow of a pure black sword appeared in his mind.

After a while, he put on his waist knife again, turned around and came to the mural of the ancient tomb, trying to find clues bit by bit. On the mural, every battle of his ever-victorious general was engraved. He stopped abruptly, and he fell into thought while looking at the empty murals.

Scenes from the past emerged in his mind, and the picture was frozen on the white figure in his dream. Finally, he shook his head, smiled, and said to himself.

"It's been dead for thousands of years, is the love and resentment in the past, right and wrong, still that important?"

"Even if he was killed by someone, the other party has already turned into a pile of loess and passed away with the wind."

"The past is over, there is no need to pursue it."

Bai Qi sighed, then turned around to look at the huge ancient tomb, picked and picked from the funerary objects, and finally chose a few shiny things, carried them in his arms, and left gracefully.

In the depths of the ground under the sarcophagus, the Pure Black Sword flashed another blood light, and the red seal on the talisman paper was almost invisible.

(End of this chapter)