The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

In Matthew's cognition, the only person who could be respected by Naro as the master, besides himself, was the mysterious old master that he often talked about with respect.

When he thought of this, Matthew's heart suddenly tightened, as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and his heart began to beat violently.

He did not dare to delay for a moment, and quickly glanced at Naro who was squatting steadily on his shoulder with his peripheral vision.

At this moment, Naro's pig face, which was always full of pink and cute atmosphere in the past, was now completely occupied by an extremely anthropomorphic and indescribable look of astonishment.

Its eyes were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of its sockets, staring at a certain place in front of it, with fear and confusion in its eyes, and its mouth unconsciously opened slightly, as if something was choking its throat, and it could not make any sound. The originally smart and playful ears were now stiffly erected due to fear, and the hair on its body seemed to be electrified, standing upright.

Seeing this, Matthew immediately looked in the direction where Naro was staring as if he was under a spell.

Not far from where Lipo Hanyan and the Ice Spider King were fighting fiercely, on a large rock that looked particularly abrupt in this rocky cave environment, an old man with an extremely skinny figure was sitting upright.

The old man looked like a shriveled corpse that had crawled out of the ancient dusty years. The skin all over his body showed a lifeless dry waxy yellow tone, as if all the moisture and vitality had been drained by the ruthless time, leaving only a layer of inelastic, wrinkled skin tightly attached to the bones.

The deeply sunken eye sockets were like two bottomless black holes, so deep that no trace of white could be seen. He stared coldly ahead, exuding a chilling dead silence. Just this one glance seemed to be able to suck a person's soul into the endless dark abyss.

There were only a few strands of hair growing sparsely on the top of his head, drooping weakly on his scalp, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Just as Matthew cast his eyes on the old man who looked like a mummy, at that moment, the other party also slowly turned his head, which seemed to fall off his body at any time because of his fragile neck.

The movement was slow and stiff, accompanied by a slight "creaking" sound, as if the decayed joints of the years were making the last protest.

The old man cast a cold and weird look towards Matthew's direction. The look was like a cold snake tongue, sliding across Matthew's body, making him feel a bone-chilling chill that instantly spread throughout his body.

In an instant, the eyes of the two met and collided in the air, as if an invisible spark was struck.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the noise and fighting sounds in the entire cave seemed to have gone away, leaving only the suffocating silence when the two people's eyes intertwined.

"Could it be... that is the old master you mentioned?"

Matthew felt a chill rising from his spine and quickly spreading throughout his body. He suppressed his inner uneasiness and quickly asked Na Luo through telepathy.

There was a subtle tremor in his voice. In this silent cave, only he could feel the slight tremor.

"Yes... yes!" Na Luo's voice sounded in Matthew's mind, also full of fear and astonishment.

"I witnessed his death with my own eyes! The scene at that time is still vivid. He slowly closed his eyes in front of me, and his breath gradually dissipated. Moreover, even his remains were ruthlessly destroyed by the Xuanwu Beast King. But now, how could he appear alive in this place? What is going on?"

Na Luo's voice trembled uncontrollably, and every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty between his teeth. The unbelievable feeling contained in it almost overflowed, like a flood that broke through the dam, surging.

While Na Luo was speaking, strange things happened again. The body of the old master who was thought to have passed away a long time ago twitched slightly, with a very small amplitude. If Matthew and Na Luo had not stared at it closely without blinking, it would be difficult to detect.

This tiny movement was like dropping a heavy bomb on the calm lake. After seeing it, Matthew and Na Luo felt their hair stand on end, as if they were gently stroked by an invisible hand, and their muscles were tense because of tension.

"The old master is resurrected! Is he angry because his body was destroyed by the Xuanwu Beast King?" Na Luo's body trembled, and he shrank back involuntarily, sticking tightly to Matthew's neck, and said in horror with his mouth open.

"Don't get too excited, maybe this is just an incarnation."

Matthew has tried to restore his calm appearance at this moment. Although his heart is also turbulent, he knows that in this mysterious situation, he must remain calm to find the truth.

He reached out his hand and gently touched Na Luo's little head, trying to calm its extremely frightened mood through this action. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a seemingly calm smile, but only he knew the tension and vigilance behind that smile.

As he said that, Matthew took a deep breath and walked directly towards the location of Na Luo's old master.

The skinny old man saw Matthew coming, but he didn't react much. He just stared at Matthew as he approached step by step.

His eyes were empty and deep, like a pool of stagnant water, without the slightest ripple.

Matthew was getting closer and closer to him, and could clearly feel the old and decayed breath emanating from the old man, as if it was the haze that had settled over the years, suffocating people.

When Matthew was only a few steps away from the old man, he stopped and carefully looked at the mysterious figure in front of him.

The old man's clothes were tattered, hanging on his skinny body in wisps, as if a breeze could blow them away.

Matthew frowned slightly and said, "May I ask if you are the old master of Na Luo? Why are you here?"

While speaking, his eyes were fixed on the old man, not missing any changes in his expression.

However, the old man did not answer Matthew's question, and still maintained that indifferent expression, just looking at him quietly, as if Matthew's words were like wind in his ears, and did not arouse his slightest interest.

"Master... it's me, Na Luo... are you angry that the body was destroyed by the Black Tortoise Beast King? We can go out and settle the score with him, he is outside." Seeing that the old man ignored Matthew, Na Luo also shouted hurriedly.

However, the old man did not respond to Na Luo's words.