Humans have three souls and six spirits.
Among these, the three souls are actually a person’s consciousness.
As for a dragon soul, it is the ntal intention of a dragon.
The dragon soul, as a ans of attack, is extrely lethal.
If soone encounters it unprepared, no matter how skilled or formidable their physique, it is of no use.
In the face of spiritual assaults, the physical body is insignificant.
It can even kill peerless warriors.
Fortunately, the Eye of God ca into effect at the crucial mont, shattering the dragon soul.
Otherwise, Julius Reed wouldn’t know what would happen next.
The appearance of the dragon soul made him understand many things.
First of all.
The Mad Master doesn’t know what is inside, because he never dared to look.
Secondly, he definitely knows that all those who have witnessed this thing have died.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t proactively bring him to see it.
Killing without a trace is indeed a decent approach.
Julius Reed simply closed his eyes and lay motionless on the sofa, pretending to be dead.
Dragon Dance would not harm her descendants.
This thing must serve as a carrier for delivering information.
Perhaps soone has seen the contents, but they absolutely wouldn’t expect there to be a deadly dragon soul waiting for them at the end.
Everyone who has seen it died from the dragon soul without exception.
They had no opportunity to tell the world what actually happened.
Those who haven’t seen it only know that those who have seen it died, so they dared not look.
This is a dead cycle.
The secret inside seems to never be revealed.
Dragon Dance certainly intends to release the news; the only explanation is that Steve Dragon must have tampered with it.
Black Dragon has long beco a mummy below, serving as the source of the great array, constantly controlling those who lost their wits underneath.
The only one who could have done anything is Steve Dragon.
But is Steve Dragon truly the person Julius Reed saw?
Based on existing information, this person should be Steve Dragon.
But thousands of years have passed, will things be any different? No one knows.
Millennia, the tides have changed, many things will transform.
Julius Reed needs to be cautious.
He doesn’t react, but the Mad Master did.
"Octavius, are you alright?" he gently called.
"Octavius? Wake up!" The Mad Master nudged Julius Reed, but he still didn’t move.
"Haha! So secrets even I don’t understand. Isn’t living well enough? Why must you explore so secret? Those things, can they attract more than power, status, and wealth? Everyone who wanted to know that secret ended up dead."
"For thousands of years, countless people thought like you did; they didn’t care about life, always believed they were destined. But what was the outco? Nothing."
"Many could have beco esteed scions. But in the end, they failed even to leave their nas."
"You’re the sa, seeking death yourself. Since you’re dead, I have no worries."
The Mad Master picked up the phone from the table, pressed a sequence of numbers, his voice suddenly tense, "Quick, get a doctor, Octavius suddenly fainted here, we can’t determine why!"
Shortly.
Less than five minutes later, hurried footsteps sounded from outside.
"What happened? Mad Master, is Octavius dead?"
"He was fine during the day, what were you discussing so late?"
Soone questioned aloud.
After all, Octavius’s death was particularly strange.
"Let the doctors assess now, I worry you’ll suspect, hence I called them imdiately." The Mad Master anxiously explained, "Right now, the largest issue isn’t why he’s like this, but how to revive him. Octavius is very crucial to our dragon family, he must be saved!"
The Mad Master spoke with feigned sincerity.
Internally, he was sure Octavius was dead.
Thousands of years, everyone who saw the contents ended up not surviving.
"What’s going on?"
At this mont, Julius Reed stretched, slowly opening his eyes.
Seeing those around him, he pretended to be surprised: "What’s happening? Why like this? What are you all here for?"
He patted his head, glanced at the teacup before him, sowhat helplessly said, "Probably a bit tired during the day, ca at night because the Dragon Clan Leader invited for tea, to discuss details regarding Three Master’s death."
"Yes, that’s it. It’s good you’re alright; you startled ." The Mad Master’s expression fluctuated, Julius Reed survived, against his expectation.
How is this possible!
In this dragon family line, those who’ve died from this cup are no less than thirty, if not fifty!
All were outstanding!
None of them survived.
Yet, how could this person in front survive?
Could it be because he didn’t look?
The Mad Master quickly dismissed his thought; touching that teacup triggers hallucinations.
Touch it, surely die!
He always approached the teacup with extre caution.
Afraid of accidentally losing his life.
Yet now, the opponent didn’t die.
The Mad Master felt shocked inside, but the act must be thorough.
Must pretend to be delighted.
But internally, he was seething.
"It’s alright now, everyone disperse, I’ll be leaving too. I witnessed Three Master’s death firsthand. The dragon family cannot remain leaderless for a day, perhaps Mad Master should temporarily assu the Family Head. Otherwise, how can such a large family remain stable?"
Julius Reed finished speaking, smiled at the Mad Master, then turned to leave.
All he wanted to know, he already knew.
But as he stepped out the door, Julius Reed furrowed his brow.
Did I forget sothing?
Or maybe not.
He recalled what Dragon Dance said inside the cup.
Once blessed with her, a man’s mory will rapidly decline, ultimately becoming dull-witted.
Now it seems, during the reflective period, there shouldn’t be this issue.
Julius Reed carefully pondered, indeed he hadn’t suffered mory loss.
Returning to his room, he sat on the chair, picked up the remote, and played music.
Steve Dragon.
The dragon family scarcely has any description of Steve Dragon.
Before coming to the dragon family, Julius Reed had investigated.
Though he didn’t know Steve Dragon, the depiction of this Dragon Knight always remained blank.
The dragon family mbers had virtually no impression.
He approached the wine cabinet, noticing the wine had been consud sohow.
"Who would be so idle as to co drink in this room?" Julius Reed grew wary.
Clearly, while absent, soone had been in the room.
Yet due to lack of surveillance, who it was remained unknown.
His gaze then shifted to the coffee table.
Gazing at the two wine glasses above.
Julius Reed seed to sense sothing.
He stood still, beginning to recall.
Upon recalling, he noticed no anomalies.
But suddenly, he opened his mouth, lightly exhaling.
There was a scent of alcohol!
Julius Reed picked up the wine glass from the table, lightly sniffed.
The sa aroma.
He had drunk.
But he couldn’t recall drinking.
Cold sweat suddenly erged from Julius Reed’s back.
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