Regarding whether the new mission world is the underworld or not, Bai Lang could only put it aside for the time being. He picked up the parchment on the table and shook it at Feng Ying.
Fu Loli, who has a keen sense and is used to seeing treasures, suddenly had a strange reaction and asked: "What is that? I feel that it is very valuable."
"This is one of the guaranteed benefits when I activate [Game Mode]. Have you heard of [Solomon's Seventy-Two Demonic Pillars]?"
"I've heard of it, but I'm not familiar with it. Is this King Solomon's contract?" Feng Ying's eyes lit up, and she secretly sighed that this round of bets was really worth it!
Lang rolled his eyes: "You are thinking about Peach! This parchment is just a clue about the ruins of [The 48th Demon God. Hagati], and it is incomplete. You have that information, don't hide it."
"Why is there such a small benefit?" Feng Ying looked confused, feeling that Bai Lang had been fooled, and then nodded, "I'll check it out for you."
The small satellite began to spin again, and Feng Ying soon opened her eyes: "The [Demon Pillar] information stored in the satellite is very little, and when it falls on [Hagati], there is only one corresponding [Symbol], and a
It’s a terrible illustration. It’s a bull with eagle wings. It’s so stupid! But it’s said that it can make people wise, have the Midas touch, and turn water into wine.”
Bailang then showed a puzzled expression: "It sounds so low, just like the Evil Spirit of Eden. Is [72 Demon God] so worthless? It disgraces the reputation of my Noble Phantasm [Demon God Pillar]."
Feng Ying also showed the same puzzled expression: "I don't quite understand. 72 Demon God sounds quite cool. This 'wisdom' ability goes well with [Bitter Cult]."
Bailang retorted: "The [Bitter Cult] itself can already make people smarter, and even as the 'little mushroom people' continue to learn, summarize, and upload [Wriggling Wisdom]. [The Bitter Cult] will turn into a huge group of people."
"A collection of knowledge, all-encompassing like a library, gives people knowledge in different fields, how can it be compared to just 'making people smart'?"
Feng Ying sighed: "Then this No. 48 is a bit disrespectful. Should we still capture it?"
"According to common sense, this parchment should be a preliminary clue to start the main mission. Only by going to the local area can it unlock and trigger the subsequent plot, so as to gain an in-depth understanding of the underlying secrets of this world. If there are no new clues, we can only follow the parchment
According to Juan’s guidance, I’ll go there first. By the way, can’t you work together inside and outside to get exclusive information?”
Feng Ying nodded: "Don't worry, Brother Bai, I have already started to do it. It will take some time for [Small Satellite] to adapt to and analyze the rules of the current world, and then organize and package the collected information, and pass it to [Paradise] bit by bit, and finally
It is received by the outside world, read, compared and sorted out, and then the information is retransmitted and received by me."
"This process is like breaking out of a prison and cutting a small hole in a wall to pass on information and let the outside world help decipher it. So there is no rush. While [small satellites] are penetrating into the outside world, the mission world is also passively weakening this signal transmission. It is expected that
It will take 3-5 days.”
After a brief communication between the two, Bailang planned to leave the room, go for a walk on the deck, see what his fleet looked like, and then ask where he had sailed to now.
It was impossible to determine the specific location just by relying on the sea map spread out on the table. Moreover, this sea map was drawn entirely by hand. It was a local map, and the shape of the coastline was also seriously out of shape. For a while, it could not match the one in his memory.
When comparing world maps, there are huge errors.
After looking at it for a long time, I relied on my limited local knowledge to finally determine the location of the red thumbtack on this chart. It had left Malacca, entered the Indian Ocean, and was heading towards the Arabian Sea.
In addition to the strange shape of the map, Bailang also discovered a strange place. The coast of the map, and even the land within the coastline, were divided into large and small spheres of influence, marked with different symbols, and annotated with small characters... The Lion Country
,XX state,XX country.
Are there so many countries along the coast of the Indian Ocean? This is seriously inconsistent with the historical knowledge he has mastered, and the paradise has not taught him the corresponding knowledge. This is indeed a weird world, and he needs to find someone to ask him about it.
Just as he comforted the three lolita and was about to go out, someone knocked on the door first: "Master? Master, are you up?"
"Enter!"
Bailang looked out the window, it was almost noon, did you still ask?
The door was pushed open, and a horse-faced Taoist wearing a black robe, with an ordinary appearance but a bit ugly, and two drooping mustaches, but pretending to be a master, walked in.
After meeting Bai Lang, he looked reserved and somewhat flattering, and nodded to him first. Then he said hello to Feng Ying and others: "I've met the young master, and I've met the young lady."
"Wait! Little Madam?" Bai Lang's eyes widened, and Feng Ying, whose eyes were equally shocked and incredulous, looked at each other and stared at each other.
Feng Ying: What have you done?
Bai Lang: I didn’t do anything!
When the Taoist saw this scene, he also became confused. He began to wonder if Bai Lang was overly frightened and had lost his soul. Why was it so weird?
"Master? Didn't you get a good rest last night and you were frightened?"
Lang lowered his head and rubbed his temples, and began to speculate on the identity of the person arranged by the paradise. Then he pointed at the three cute execution lolita: "Who are they to me?"
"This..." You are asking knowingly! The Taoist hesitated for a moment and looked at Jack, who was hugging Bailang's legs and not letting go. "This is a common thing. It is lonely at sea. Rich families always bring a few maids to have fun and relieve their boredom when traveling.
This is what the literati of the Southern Dynasties like. If the young master doesn't like boys, I will arrange for the sailors to buy a few more exotic orchids to help the young master when we dock for supplies next time."
"???" And this service? Lang suddenly felt the strong malice from [Paradise]. Isn't it just a minimum standard bet? As for the disgusting people who change the rules? Then he slapped the table and angrily shouted: "
Daming Pills!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing his crazy behavior, the Taoist became more confident.
After Bailang calmed down again, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
The horse-faced Taoist thought for a while: "The fleets that were separated yesterday were discovered one after another, and they are about to catch up and reunite. However, two ships sank. Please express my condolences to the young master. The morale of the sailors is low, there are many rumors, and the atmosphere is not good. The poor Taoist would like to ask the young master to come again.
Open two boxes of tributes and let the Taoist open the altar to drive away evil spirits and scare water ghosts."
So I sank two ships at the beginning? No, I should have added two more virtual ships that didn't exist? That is to say, the number of ships I had at the moment was too low and not worthy of the name of the fleet, so I added virtual ships.
, as if it was huge when it first set sail? [Paradise] This is a fake.
"What happened yesterday? Why did two ships sink?" Bailang looked out the window at the calm sea. Was there a storm last night?
When Ma Lian saw this, he was secretly happy, but his expression was extremely sad. He calculated with his fingers that his client was terminally ill and would not die soon. He was embarrassed to say what he wanted to say but did not dare to say: "Young master, I don't remember that we encountered an undead pirate in the heavy fog yesterday."
, manipulating countless water ghosts and sea monsters to attack the fleet. It was I who protected the young master Zhou Quan, fought the monsters back, and escaped first. The other fleets were blocked by thick fog and scattered one after another, but fortunately the young master Jiren Tianxiang saved three ships.
"
So exciting? Is this something that even civilian fleets can encounter when they go to sea?
"Really immortal? Why not?"
"Be careful what you say! Be careful what you say! I think young master Nian must have been frightened yesterday and his soul was damaged, so he lost his memory. Why don't you open another box and let me do something for you, young master."
Bailang saw Ma Lian's boastful expression and took a closer look. There was indeed some energy fluctuation, but it was very ordinary. If an ordinary person was 0, it would be about 0.4, which is very weak. That is, Jack'1☆Spicy Little
Skull's strength.
Then, Lang's eyes fell on a bronze rattle on his waist, which looked like a magic weapon.
"So, you are good at it?"
"Of course!" Ma Lian said more and more boldly, "I am a warlock hired by you, young master, with a lot of money. I will keep you safe and avoid all kinds of dangers along the way. Next, I will escort you all the way... But this method is a bit expensive.
many."
Bai Lang showed a sudden expression: "Oh~ I see."
With that said, he pushed away the chair and stood up, and came to the Taoist priest in black. In an instant, he changed from a normal sitting posture to looking down. He was condescending, which brought a huge sense of oppression in the limited room.
At this time, Bai Lang lowered his head and looked at his tall figure, which was infinitely tighter than 2 meters, and then looked at the Taoist who was skinny and 40 centimeters shorter. He really didn't understand that he was born so powerful and majestic. What kind of charlatan was he in front of him?
Where do you get the courage to deceive yourself?
You are deceiving the third son of the Bai family as a fool! Damn it, why don’t you go sell melon seeds to idiot Bai?!
A big mountain suddenly rose up in front of him. The Taoist was startled. He looked up and saw Bai Lang's malicious smile. He was startled and felt something bad.
Then his neck suddenly tightened and breathing became difficult. Lang grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
The Taoist struggled hard and asked: "Master, what are you doing?" At the same time, he kept digging at Bai Lang's fingers with his hands, and smashed his fists randomly on Lang's body, not even feeling the pain.
Bai Lang frowned, how weak!
"Aren't you very good at magic? Let me use your magic weapon! Come on, you bastard, come and attack me!"
With that said, Lang raised his hand and slapped him, a physical critical strike that made stars appear in the opponent's eyes, "You should cast the spell quickly!"
In the severe pain, the Taoist became angry with embarrassment, his face turned red from suppressing it, and he stared at him fiercely. He reached out and pulled the rattle from his waist, kneaded it with one hand, and shook it violently with the other hand.
Ring ring ring…
The bell rang rapidly, and at the same time the sound wave was transformed into a 'spiritual attack', piercing into Lang's mind. However, it had no effect, and even the built-in defense of [Thorn Bar] could not be activated.
Snap!
Bai Lang slapped him again, knocking out a tooth, and continued to encourage: "Come on!"
The horse-faced Taoist priest had difficulty breathing, and his face was purple and blue from holding back. He suddenly opened his mouth and sprayed out a cloud of black smoke towards Lang's face. The black mist twisted in the air and turned into the outline of a baby with a blurred face. The screamer aimed at him
Throw it in the face.
As a result, the "Armed Qi and Blood" bursting out of Lang's body was directly dispersed, and his screams turned into mist, which returned to his ears and nose. Then the Taoist twitched violently and trembled, vomiting blood, his breath instantly decayed, and a black magic backfired
appearance.
"Hey, is this the end? Damn Cai Kun!"
Bai Lang looked disgusted, as if he was afraid of being touched, and quickly threw the horse-faced Taoist priest in his hand to the ground.
Feng Ying also complained: "So weak!"
Jack: "How about throwing him into the sea to make a nest to catch crocodiles?"
Bailang: "I'm afraid this guy has the highest combat power on the ship. I'll keep it here to ask for information. Is he dead? Pick him up if he's not dead..."
While speaking, Lang dropped [must die]. The golden ring rolled on the floor several times, and finally hit the Taoist who was pretending to be dead, spinning around and around, and finally stopped completely.
"Put it on!"
After regaining some consciousness, Ma Lian's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively thought that Bai Lang was possessed by an evil spirit and forced himself to wear an evil weapon. There must be a conspiracy behind this.
But despite Lang's urging, he still glanced at "Must Die". As a result, after this glance, he could no longer look away.
The Taoist's eyes, which were very limited in cultivation, quickly turned red. He endured the severe pain and twisted on the floor. He stretched out his hands to grab [must die] in pain. He didn't care about the hatred Bailang had just slapped in the face, and murmured in his mouth.
Murmured: "Baby, good baby, my baby!"
"Hey!" Feng Ying sighed, then took out three bottles of fruit milk from her schoolbag, distributed them to Fufu and Jack, and they all sat back on the bed to watch the show.
"Baby, my baby, no one can steal it from me!"
The evil spell had backfired, and the dying horse's face now held "Must Die" in his hand like a flash of light and refused to let go, and then carefully and tremblingly put "Must Die" on his finger.
The moment he put it on again, his body trembled, and huge energy burst out from his fingers, sweeping through his body in an instant, transforming him like a muscle cleansing.
Immediately afterwards, a steady stream of huge power surged out of his body. A second ago, he was far from reaching the energy limit of the 'surface world', but at this moment, his dissipated momentum has been continuously suppressed and even crushed by this world.
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After a lapse of one volume, Fuguimaru returns to his position again!
Sensing the return of the loyal dog, the [Master of Secret Treasures] sat back and asked directly: "What's your last name?"
Fukimaru still kept his lying position, did not get up, lowered his head and replied: "Soup!"
"Fugui, were you lying to me just now?"
"I know my fault, I know my fault!" Tang Fugui hurriedly knelt down and made trouble again and again, "Please forgive me, Master."
"Say your purpose."
Under the constraint of "must die", the weak new rich man could not resist and could only tell the truth in his heart: "The villain is deceiving the master. There are constant disasters along the way. Every three days, sacrifices must be thrown into the sea, and every time they land,
Supplies must be paid in high tribute, and people have been dying in the fleet. The sailors kept complaining, and they were attacked by undead pirates yesterday. Master, you were the first to abandon the fleet and run away. Those servants couldn't see a way out, so they became thief and wanted to
He killed people and seized ships, and he kept hinting at me with words. The villain has moved his mind and wants to use what he does to deceive and intimidate the owner, so as to defraud the hidden wealth. It will not be too late to start again. "
"You idiot, are you such a bad guy? Even a bad guy like you, Kun, would dare to murder someone. Okay, do your best and let bygones be bygones."
"Thank you, master, thank you, master!" Tang Fugui thanked him repeatedly, not daring to raise his head to look at Bai Lang.
However, Lang had already guessed that he was harboring hatred, so he held back and waited for the opportunity to retaliate. However, it was okay, only with hatred in his heart could he have the motivation to do things. He wanted to believe in himself, but he was paralyzing himself, and finally stabbed him in the back.
