Time passed slowly, and after about a week, Shen Zhao felt a little speechless.
Ever since the statue of the Holy Lord was moved back to the castle, no, or after the twelve talismans were fused, things started to go a little wrong.
There has been absolutely no news about those three things from Walloon this week.
And he himself only remembered that Long Ya was under a bridge, but he couldn't remember exactly what bridge it was. After all, who would care about such trivial things when watching TV dramas.
You can’t go back in time and read it again before traveling back in time, right?
There is absolutely no news about the Encyclopedia of Spells and Panku's Treasure Box, as if these things do not exist.
Of course, these are all just a matter of time. He entered adolescence early due to the power of the system, but those inheritances will not be left behind. Basically, he will have more knowledge in his memory every day when he wakes up, which can be regarded as becoming stronger.
But what’s outrageous is that he, Shen Zhao, a dignified demon king, actually had a nightmare!
It's still the kind of dream about being torn apart by black energy creatures, which is outrageous.
In the dream, I was being chased around by two groups of dark creatures. It seemed that I had no power and could only run away, unable to resist at all.
And those two black air creatures were familiar to him, one was a familiar vampire, and the other was a half-human, half-spider monster.
There is an introduction to this kind of spider in the inherited memory, called the Demon Spider. It was a powerful race in ancient times, but this race should have already become GG.
etc....
He recalled a reminder of the system when establishing the kingdom.
[There are already two monarch marks on this boundary. If you choose this boundary, it may arouse the dissatisfaction of wandering souls. 】
"The wandering...soul?" Shen Zhao frowned and muttered in displeasure.
"System, what's going on?" Shen Zhao asked directly. He believed that the system could know what he was asking.
[The Demon Lord’s dreams can predict part of his own future. The accuracy of such premonitions is generally not high and can only be used as a warning.]
Shen Zhao's unhappy look disappeared, and he just said, how could there be a living being that could quietly enter his dream? It turned out to be precognition.
"A descendant of the Demon of Heaven and the Demon of Thunder..." Shen Zhao's eyes flickered, and there was something incomprehensible about it.
There are many kings under the rule of the demon monarch. These kings may be the leaders of a group, or they may be simply powerful. Of course, there are also guys who can make the monarch happy.
These things will be given the throne, just like the vampire Gullah.
And if these creatures did not die outside, when the monarch's kingdom collapsed, their souls would be pulled away from the kingdom and sink into the ground together, wandering in the monarch's kingdom forever.
Combining the scene in the dream with the current information, the result is already obvious. America has the marks of the Sky Demon and the Thunder Demon.
The appearance of the mark of his new king will directly stimulate these lost souls to awaken, and if they are absolutely loyal, they will not be surprised to come to him for trouble.
Without the leadership of a monarch and wandering for tens of thousands of years, self-awareness may have long been gone...
Thinking of this, Shen Zhao sat up from a big bed. The room was very empty. Luxurious carpets covered the room. A big bed that was five meters long and three meters wide was extremely conspicuous in the center of the room.
Shen Zhao basically didn't need any other furniture, not even a TV. As for the sleeping area, it was just used for sleeping.
After walking out of the room, after the throne was established, the gloomy atmosphere of the castle had disappeared, becoming somewhat solemn and depressing.
The two thrones in the hall are not revealed, but are hidden into a different space exclusive to the monarch.
This alien space is like the treasure house of the Holy Lord. Unless the Lord summons it, no one else can enter it.
Of course, this can be forcibly opened with magic, but it requires a very high level of magic, and even the current father cannot achieve it.
"Your Majesty, your breakfast is ready." Gula was waiting at the door. When Shen Zhao came out, he bowed slightly and greeted him respectfully.
"I understand, you should do your own thing and don't follow me all day long." Shen Zhao frowned.
Since I came back to live here with the statue of the Holy Lord seven days ago, this guy will appear in front of my room every morning, saying this very respectfully.
Not only that, when he was awake at night, he actually sensed that this guy was guarding outside the room after he entered the room. This made him speechless.
In addition to the dream he had just had, if he hadn't known it was impossible, Shen Zhao would have wondered if it was because this guy was blocking the feng shui at his door.
"As ordered." Gula's expression dimmed, he replied, then turned and walked towards the stairs.
Shen Zhao ignored him, he was already a vampire, how could he be so glass-hearted?
What he is thinking about now is when the remnant souls in the dream will come to him, or whether there is any way to find those remnant souls in advance.
This is what he thought and asked.
And the system also gave a face-saving answer: [After the dream appears, there will be movement within three days.]
"That's good." Shen Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
Although these souls pose no threat to him, there is a saying that if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves remembering you.
It's quite annoying to know that someone wants to yell at you all day long, but you don't know when that person will pop out.
Walking all the way down to the first floor, below, the blood slaves took care of the castle in an orderly manner, and the carpets that were originally full of traces of time have become brand new.
When they saw him, these blood slaves bent down and saluted, like a pilgrim.
Almost instantly, Shen Zhao felt what the luxurious but boring life of the nobles was like.
Arriving at the hall, pieces of delicious delicacies were already placed on the long dining table, and the moment the blood slaves opened the silver lids on the dining table, a rich aroma filled the entire castle.
Shen Zhao sniffed it, with a satisfied smile on his face. Apart from anything else, in terms of being a nanny, only this blood slave could rival the ninja.
After taking a look at the Panlong statue in the middle of the hall, the smile on Shen Zhao's face became even more obvious.
The Holy Lord would come out to argue with him a few days ago, saying something about paying the price for betrayal.
But after experiencing several incidents in the following days where Shen Zhao enjoyed various delicacies while he could only watch from the wall, the Holy Master fell silent.
As if out of sight and out of mind, those scarlet eyes never lit up.
However, Shenzhao did not do this as torture or anything, but simply out of fear. The Holy Lord was still very powerful.
A crippled holy master with only twelve talismans was able to suppress a demon dragon with eight demonic energies united into one.
If this powerful combat power is taken away and used by a dark wizard, it will be a huge threat.
Only under his own nose, the Holy Lord is not at risk of being stolen.
Shen Zhao sat down and started eating.
Although as an extraordinary creature, he does not need to eat that much, but how can he live in this world without having some fun?
And eating is a great way to enjoy yourself. This chapter has been completed!
