Seeing this, Lu Jian felt that there were more ants in his eyes.
Those tiny ants were crawling around on his eyeballs, using their tentacles to point at the lens, and from time to time tearing at the fragile nerves and muscles of the eye with their teeth.
"Taoist Heming's knowledge comes from Xuanjun. This Xuanjun refers to the ancestors of the Nine Streams. They compete for Xuanjun every ten years?"
"Mr.
"The mud monster in the abandoned capital was also summoned by a ritual passed down by the descendants of the Heming Sect, and the mud monster was summoned and restrained at Nanhua Private Renji Hospital decades ago. Does this mean that the pollution in this world may
More profound than it seems?”
Lu Tan took a cursory glance at the resurrection from the dead technique in the first chapter.
Good guy.
Before Lu Tan finished reading, he called him "good guy."
This technique of resurrection from the dead is about using the sludge monster to absorb spiritual consciousness and abandon the body, thus turning people into walking zombies.
If we follow the above operations, it will be like the situation at Nanhua Private Renji Hospital...
Later on, the ritual of becoming a ghoul is also quite bloody, requiring some operations that will be turned into an asterisk if you tell them, which is extremely cruel.
As for the methods of controlling foreign monsters and traveling through foreign lands, each one is more anti-human than the other.
Lu Tan felt that it was better not to see this thing.
After closing the book again, Lu Tan glanced at Tang Que opposite him.
This lady really didn't come over, she just stared at Lu Tiao with interest.
"How's it going? Did you find anything?"
Tang Que asked.
"This thing is really harmful to people and should be destroyed immediately."
Lu Tan replied immediately.
"You are such an interesting person."
Tang Que looked at Lu Jiao, his gaze was a bit like a hungry wolf looking at a little lamb.
Lu Jian placed the book on the altar.
"The person who put this book here must have some intention. Xuanjun's position is not that simple."
He said again.
"Ms. Tang, do you know what happened to the previous Xuanjun?"
"I don't know for sure. The last Xuanjun was probably from the people who moved mountains to look for dragons, or maybe he was a relative of Master Qi."
Tang Que glanced outside the door.
There was already a noise outside.
Lu Tiao and Tang Que went out and saw Dai Yuanyang and He Chong fighting again, but they were quickly restrained by others.
"I don't know any secrets at all. If I have that thing, I can keep it for myself or take it back to the university's research laboratory to see if it can be looked at. Why should I throw it to you?"
Dai Yuanyang said, which seemed to make sense.
"There are serious problems with that book. I just confirmed it. You'd better not read it casually. To ensure safety, I will carry it with me."
Lu Tan turned back and picked up the booklet on the altar.
Suddenly, Lu Tan felt something was wrong.
He looked up.
Then he found that the eyes of the strange Fang Geng statue were staring at him. The eyes were sharp, like real sharpness, and a chill rose up on the back of Lu Tiao's neck.
"Is there something wrong with this statue?"
Lu Jian asked.
Tang Que and Shi Buwen walked in and took a look, and were a little surprised.
Lu Jian's [True Sight] scanned the statue, but found no clues. It was just a stone statue.
"It might not be peaceful tonight."
Shi Buwen said in a deep voice.
He looked at the strange statue, as if he had seen through time
evening.
After dinner, night also enveloped Jiangcheng Mountain.
For Lu Jian, who lives and grew up in the city, the nights in the mountains are very dark.
There are no street lights here, and there is no light from other buildings. In this gloom where even the moonlight is shrouded in clouds, darkness grows.
Human beings have an instinctive fear of darkness, which is the fear of the unknown and danger.
Lu Tan didn't feel fear, he only felt that it was very dark, and only the lights in the courtyard gave some warmth.
He went to take a look again. The statue's gaze was fixed on the altar, motionless.
The Nine Legends have already begun to go out to search for the whereabouts of the jade pendant.
Eight people, nine jade pendants, if you can find one, you can at least guarantee one point, and the extra ones will give you the lead.
For example, Dai Yuanyang, if he gets two pieces, but Lu Jian doesn't find any, his score will overtake Lu Jian and become the current number one.
Of course, if someone is particularly powerful and gets nine jade pendant fragments at once, then he can fish in at least two projects without falling behind.
"Master Qi, I heard that the previous Xuanjun was from your lineage of moving mountains to find dragons. Do you know the details?"
Under the moonlight, Lu Tan found Master Qi who was lighting his pipe outside the door.
"Oh, that's true. The last Xuanjun was my cousin. We all called him San'er because this generation of the family ranks third."
Qi Ye took a deep breath of the dirty gas brought by the burning tobacco in his pipe, and then slowly exhaled it after it soaked into his lungs. His eyes were blurred for a moment.
"What happened to him after he became Xuanjun?"
Lu Tan asked.
"I don't know. Anyway, he returned home later and died of illness a few years later. He was in the Northeast at the time, and it was not convenient for me to go there."
Qi Ye said while recalling.
"Xuanjun will still die?"
Lu Tan asked subconsciously.
"Of course he will die. How can anyone not die? It is said that Mr. Xuan can inherit some methods of immortality, but I think that is really fucking nonsense. If Mr. Xuan can really live forever, then it is not like our once every ten years
Already."
Qi Ye said in an elegant and easy-going manner.
"Speaking of which, what happened to the previous Xuanjuns?"
Lu Tan suddenly asked again.
"I'm not sure about this, but they must all be dead."
Master Qi smiled.
"Could it be that Mr. Xuan was tricked into going up the mountain in the end, then tied up and burned to death in a cave and turned into a sacrifice to the mountain god in exchange for peace?"
Lu Tan said something meaningless.
"Brother Lu, your imagination is too rich. People who become Xuanjun are all very well behaved. At most, they can just learn a little of the so-called secret skills and become obsessed with them, and they will be fine."
Master Qi comforted him.
"That's good."
Lu Tan nodded and walked into the dark night.
He visited several buildings here from afternoon to evening.
After briefly checking the locations of the five jade pendant fragments, Lu Tian had no interest in the remaining four. Anyway, as long as he got five, he could guarantee first place, so there was no big problem.
Seeing that others were still searching, Lu Tan went directly to the hall where the ink paintings were hanging without saying a word.
He was going to take the piece hidden here first.
But when he walked in, he found that the blind man Zhang was sitting here, stroking an emerald green stone in his hand.
Seeing that thing, in Lu Jian's field of vision, the brushstrokes of the ink painting were distorted, forming the cold and indifferent text of the system.