Mingkata stood aside, staring at the dagger in Mr. Long's hand more nervously than anyone else.
He felt that if he remembered correctly, he had seen this dagger before.
And he believed that most people on the island had seen it, but no one paid as much attention to it as he did.
He still remembered that he had just entered cultivation. Like all the young monks on the island, he entered that peak for the first time in his life and it would be the only time in his life. When he read out the oath in that huge square, he saw the huge stone mural statue.
This short sword appeared in the movie!
Exactly the same!
In the stone mural statue, this dagger is hung under the door plaque of a huge palace with white smoke curling up like a fairyland.
Outside the door plaque, countless demons and ghosts seemed to be rushing into the hall to fight with them.
But they were all suppressed by this little dagger!
When he saw this scene, he was shocked.
Why is a little-known and seemingly ordinary dagger so powerful?
The pictures on the stone wall often appeared in his dreams and have not disappeared for more than ten years.
So when a dagger that was exactly the same as the one on the stone mural appeared in reality, how shocked Minggata must have been.
He was waiting for an authoritative answer to appear from Mr. Long.
Mr. Long admired the dagger over and over again, sometimes closing his eyes, holding the dagger in his hand, putting it to the tip of his nose, and smelling it gently.
"What a strange smell..."
The dagger exuded a strange smell that entered Mr. Long's nose.
"Chili, green pepper, and beef?"
"Is it because you have been practicing Tong Zi Kung recently and eating relatively light food that you have a problem with your nose?"