At this time, under the scorching golden sun, it was no longer as glorious as before, but became dim and lackluster.
Luo Yu stepped forward, gently pushed open the half-opened palace door, and entered the palace of the Lord of the Vatican City that he had been peeping at for four days.
"Watch and go."
As soon as they entered the gloomy palace, an old voice came, and then something fell in front of Luo Yu's feet and began to guide Luo Yu.
When Luo Yu saw this, he immediately understood that the palace of the Lord of the Vatican City was full of traps. No wonder the seven kings rebelled outside and did not dare to come in.
This Vatican City Lord is really not that old and stupid.
With a calm mind, Luo Yuwei followed the pearl buttons on his clothes to guide him, wandering around in the gloomy palace.
Finally, he entered the deathly black jade bed.
The exquisite black jade stones are inlaid in the palace full of gold, which makes it look more like a nouveau riche, but on the other hand, it shows absolute luxury and arrogance.
At this time, in front of the exquisite bed, an old waiter looked at Luo Yu with bright eyes. The man was already old and had gray hair, but his eyes were sharp, like an eagle.
It makes people shudder when they look at it.
Luo Yu raised his head and said nothing, looking at the old waiter.
The old waiter glanced at Luo Yu but said nothing. He slowly turned around and got out of the way.
There was clarity in those eyes, and there was the sadness of the hero's end.
Luo Yu saw this and walked slowly to the Lord of Vatican City lying on the black jade bed.
On the black jade bed, the Lord of the Vatican City was over fifty years old, his hair was half gray, and his face was filled with a lifeless look. He was already breathing out too much and not taking in much.
Luo Yu glanced at the Lord of Vatican City, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and slowly shook his head: "He is terminally ill and there is no cure."
The disease has been delayed until now. Unless she is unwilling to save her, even if Daluo Jinxian is alive, she will not be able to rejuvenate.
The Lord of Vatican City has reached his end and cannot be saved.
The old waiter closed his eyes after hearing this and took a deep breath.
What flashed across his face was the expected shattering, but in the end all hope was gone.
"Ahem... Are you from that side?" Just as Luo Yu finished his words, the lifeless Lord of Vatican City suddenly spoke up.