Klaus talked about everything, but he always told Yu Xing all the things he paid attention to.
Among them, Yu Xing has already planned to violate most of the rules and explore this underground city well.
But before that, after seeing Klaus away, he honestly closed the door and planned to check the inside of the house.
For example, where is the branches connected to the ghost tree with cursed power, just like the bottom of a wooden barrel?
What are some interesting places that can make him have fun?
His eyes lingered on the puddle, and the excitement and joy of dying appeared in Yu Xing's eyes. He forced himself to pull out his eyes and turn to the bed.
The bed is also a rattan bed, which is relatively hard, so I can only say... it is not comfortable enough, but it is good for the waist.
As his fingers stroked his bed, Yu Xing could not feel the curse existed. It seemed that the bed, like most items, came from the ghost tree, but had been disconnected.
He lay down and looked at the bottom of the bed. There was nothing special about it, so he walked to the workbench.
The workbench was clean, but there were a few strange bowl-shaped grooves on the table, as if they were used to hold something.
Yu Xing touched it, but couldn't understand it very much, so he could only leave it until later to understand it.
The last thing left that he cared about was the bookshelf next to him. It is hard to imagine that the deliberately ignorant and closed place like the City of Underground would leave books.
He walked over and glanced from top to bottom, and found that all the books had no names and could not see the style at a glance.
I took out a book and the purple book cover was a bit rough and felt like matte. The overall book was not thick, but the pages inside were very thick, and they should be parchment scrolls, and a book could not record much content.
Yu Xing lowered his eyes and turned the first page.
The ink scars slid freely on the paper, finally forming a strange eyeball.
Below the eyeball is a line of twisted and ancient words that I can't understand. Yu Xing narrowed his eyes and was about to feel the power contained in the words, he found that the ink traces were slowly squirming and finally turned into Chinese.
【Follow you】
The meaning that could be understood hit Yu Xing's eyes, and his brain became dizzy, as if he felt a huge gaze full of malicious intentions in an instant.
At this moment, an indescribable sense of fear came from all directions, as if every invisible gap was filled with eyeballs, and those eyes were always... everywhere...
Watching you, looking at you, looking at you, looking at you.
The eyeballs drawn on the pages are also looking at you.
The eyeball words formed by words are looking at you through the bright screen.
That's how it feels.
Yu Xing covered his forehead, and the power of the curse instantly escaped from his limbs and bones, gradually eliminating the pollution from the book. He squinted his eyes, making the phoenix eyes look longer and more dangerous. He showed a wanton smile as the friction between his fingertips and the pages.
interesting.
A single book is mixed with such a big resentment, what will be inside?
It's so dangerous, why didn't Klaus mention that he couldn't open a book when he talked?
Unless... for those puppet spirits that are neither human nor ghost, these books are not dangerous, for example, the text will not change, so they cannot understand it.
Yu Xing's knuckles turned white, and the feeling of being watched around him gradually faded away from the power of curse, and he turned to the next page.
[What fierce ghosts see is the scene of hell and the nodes of disasters. They exist based on resentment and should crawl in the dark until they are separated from the human form.]
What's this?
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and continued to turn down.
[Only the purest and ultimate resentment can water the seedlings of sin, the eyes of fierce ghosts... can be added to the range of nutrients.]
On the next page, there are no more texts, and there are also fine pictures.
In the picture, a bowl is placed in the middle, riding on the weird black liquid, dense eyeballs are piled aside, and there are more bottles and jars next to the eyeballs.
Next page, the eyeballs were added to the bowl and the liquid turned bright red.
Next page, an expanding and huge eyeball floated in the middle of the red liquid, and the eyeballs were sticky and swam like a new life.
Next page, the bowl is poured down, the eyeballs are poured into a relatively narrow bottle, and the liquid is poured into another bowl.
Next page, a pounding stick was inserted into the bottle, and fled wildly regardless of the eyeballs, pounding the eyeballs into a ball of mud... No, it was a ball of nerve tissue, long blood was distributed in the unshaped mud, and surrounded by broken eyeball crystals.
Every page afterwards, the eyeballs became even more shattered, and in the end, there was only a cloud of blackness left in the bottle.
The previous red liquid was poured into the black paste. This time, the liquid was completely absorbed, and the black paste gradually became...
I don’t know how to describe it, but Yu Xing looked at the black pages on the book and felt the illusion that he saw the world from the black pages.
It was clearly pitch black and even painted in ink, but the feeling of endless resentment, the city, deep mountains, and desolation was so strong.
Last page.
The black ball was buried underground. While it was wriggling, the slender and complex rhizomes broke out and pierced into the black ball. Through the book, Yu Xing seemed to be able to hear the black ball wailing.
The rhizomes absorbed the black and pastel bit by bit, becoming stronger and thicker, and in a blink of an eye, it stretched for thousands of miles.
Yu Xing closed the book.
After understanding it, what is recorded in this book is actually the process of artificially producing nutrients to cultivate ghost trees. The man feeds ghost trees with the eyes of fierce ghosts, so that resentment gathers in ghost trees, which makes the tree on Death Island grow so exaggerated.
Maybe it's not just a fierce eyeball.
Yu Xing looked at the more than twenty books left on the bookshelf and fell into silence.
He seemed to have come into contact with the biggest secret about this ghost tree, but how could such a book be placed here?
This is definitely not made by Guichen Tree, but can only be left by the person who feeds Guichen Tree. Yu Xing could not imagine what kind of person could start feeding from Guichen Tree or a real seedling until Guichen Tree almost hollowed out the entire island's underground.
Trees can grow, can people live for so long?
Even Yu Xing, who can be resurrected, is not sure whether the resurrection ability will still be there in a thousand years.
unless--
Unless you feed the ghost tree, you don’t need to live for so long, just jump back and forth at different points in time!
Yes, witch.
A witch who has functions related to time is the best choice for feeding a ghost tree?
Yu Xing laughed out loudly. He was about to finish reading these books... to see what the feeders did to this ghost tree, and to see... and to see what the purpose of deliberately letting him understand these books.
At this moment, night fell.
The lights are out.
Chapter completed!