"Legend has it that the door of the palace gate is made of the flesh and bones of the palace, and its soul has always been attached to the palace door. If it is fed, the palace door will open, and anyone who passes through the palace door will be immortal."
After the old man finished speaking, he stood in front of the door blankly, as if he had no life left.
After Yang Zhicao, Guan Huicheng and others listened, they stood there motionless in shock. No one knew what they were thinking at this moment.
Only Wang Shaoyi looked at the old man guarding the mausoleum with excitement.
"Old man, what can I use to feed it?"
The old man looked back at Wang Shaoyi, like a living dead, with no expression on his face.
"The living souls, the living souls of nine hundred and ninety-nine young people."
Purpose: Immortality