Outside, I don’t know when the snow started to fall, but it began to fall one after another. There was no wind, and it was still falling, and it seemed that it would not stop in a short time.
After six hours of full sleep, Luo Ling woke up naturally. At 5:10 in the morning, on the instrument table of the command vehicle, a fluorescent green electronic watch showing time was working.
Xingjuan, Xiaoqing, and Xiaozi were sleeping soundly. Luo Ling could not only confirm this from their steady breathing and soft snoring, but he could also know their status from their heartbeat rate.
Luo Ling knew that during the time when he left, Xing Juan and the others were more nervous than himself. Worry, anxiety, and random thoughts, such emotions would unconsciously take over as time went by, and they kept seeing
After he came back safe and sound, he gradually recovered. It was natural that the previous overdraft due to excitement would lead to mental exhaustion. They really needed more sleep.
"I won't be like this, because my heart has become as hard as a sketch decorated with light colors. I have completely lost the vivid colors of oil paintings, and I can only find the meaning from the shades of carbon and lead.
A vivid impression.”
In the darkness, Luo Ling stared blankly at the bed board of the upper bunk. His thoughts returned to the battle not long ago. Memory chewing was a personal habit of his. On the battlefield, what was needed was the moment.
Decisions can be made when the opportunity arises, and killings can be decisive, and by savoring after the fact, one can see the subtle details and gain insight into the deeper aspects of the situation. This is very beneficial whether it is for introspection or to clarify the context of the incident.
After being immersed in a certain state, time always passes quickly. A burst of brisk music plays, and the four built-in fluorescent lights in the cabin automatically light up. "It is now, 7 o'clock in the morning...", the adjusted wake-up call
When the time comes, people have already started to wake up.
This is not an era suitable for laziness. Luo Ling is still considerate of his woman, but he will not make his wife happy by sleeping in for a while. Get up, do a few sets of soft gymnastics for physical exercise, wash up, and eat
Early... Just like every ordinary morning, the people of the Luo family have become accustomed to such fixed project arrangements. No one has any doubts about it, and everything is carried out under a tacit understanding.
After breakfast, Xing Juan will practice meditation as a magician. Xiao Qing and Xiao Zi also have something to do. After a lot of physical exercise, they will use the command vehicle equipped with AI system equipment to learn how to be a medic and
The relevant theories of snipers. Before determining the professional talents of the two, this is the most basic knowledge. Moreover, for the two sisters who have been exposed to firearms and combat equipment and related artifacts a long time ago, learning this knowledge is easy to get started.
Easier and faster.
"People from the company arrived around 21:00 last night. They must have focused all night on searching inside Sandie Cave. Today during the day, they searched outside and around the cave in order to find some valuable clues.
.And tonight, when the search is over and my patience is exhausted, I will leave." With such simple logical reasoning, Luo Ling felt that today would be a rare free day.
This is indeed the case. Lunch was prepared very early, and Luo Ling also showed off his cooking skills, so it was much richer than usual. After dinner, he took a nap, and in the afternoon, he drank some wine and talked about Sandie Cave.
A leisurely time for adventure. In the evening, I would spend some time with my wives, mainly Xingjuan, Xiaoqing and Xiaozi. The problem of their weak constitutions has been solved. It’s almost time to take care of them. Luo Ling’s original intention was to sleep with him, so he took advantage of this.
The small space allowed the two sisters to get used to the feeling of being intimate in front of everyone. Of course, Luo Ling didn't really want the two sisters. The single beds and bunk beds here were too hasty.
At the end of the day, Luo Ling did not lead the command vehicle out of Tianmen Gorge in the posture of a vine spider, but returned to the upper level of Sandie Cave alone. He now has complete control over the Temple of the Dead and can open the passage to the temple anytime and anywhere.
Different from the demiplanes created by mages and anchored in the main plane, the Temple of the Dead and the 'World' are all artificially created folding space gaps. The latter is more accommodating and functional, and is more complex.
Much higher than the former.
After getting the usage method of 'World' from Panjiao, Luo Ling can already use this treasure more flexibly than before. One of the new functions is the entrance switching, which means that after operation, all the people entering from the green channel can
It can be another space, unlike before where it could only be the Demon Palace. Naturally, the prerequisite is that there is a second independent space in the world.
Now it is very logical that the Temple of the Dead has become the first switchable option. Opening the Temple of the Dead from the inside of Tianxia, the artifact "Tianxia" perfectly accommodates the existence of the Temple of the Dead. However, the Temple of the Dead is in Tianxia
It can be used normally, but it cannot exist in a folded state. This is the basic rule of space folding, that is, folding cannot be folded within the fold. Therefore, the Temple of the Dead, which is not inferior to the Temple of the Devil in area, is a normal part of the world.
block space.
After having the switching function, once you pass through the space door overflowing with green light, the first thing you arrive at is the void corridor. The void corridor is like a large circular glass pipe, and all you can see up, down, left, and right is void. It is a transition
The condition for the existence of the bridge is that the switchable space must have its own complete energy-sealed entrance and exit. Under the guidance of Panjiao, the Devil's Palace added a golden liquid light door and refused Luo Ling's ordinary visit. The Saint of the Undead
The palace itself has a silver liquid light door, and Luo Ling has complete control over its ownership, with no access restrictions.
Luo Ling took a step forward and entered the 'World'. Now he only has the authority to use the 'World' equivalent to powerusers. When he, the temporary only user, enters, the space door will condense and close, but it will not disappear completely, but will transform.
Make a light spot the size of a grain of rice as evidence for 'The World' to independently record the spatial coordinates. When one day, Luo Ling fully owns this artifact and reaches the highest level of administrators, the spatial coordinates after the door is closed will be recorded by the owner. At that time
, it can really be said that the possibility of searching is completely lost.
The second time he entered the Temple of the Dead, Luo Ling did not become more tolerant just because he had seen the situation here once. Although it was already his territory, Luo Ling disliked it very much.
The dome, floor, pillars, here, the basic materials that make up the hall are all bones, not stones. It is 2 meters square. Luo Ling doesn't know where the builders found such huge and flat bone fragments to repair this hall.
He was not interested in guessing how many giant beasts he had to kill to complete the collection of building materials for such a grand building. He simply felt that this was not an ideal place for cultivation because of his personal taste.
In this hall, the color of the bones is not pale, but dark gray, and there are countless small pits, as if they are the product of loose bones, but from the looks of it, they have more fossil characteristics. However, when they are knocked or stepped on,
Only then did I realize that I had underestimated its hardness, because the sound sounded crisp and closer to the sound of metal.
The main hall is like a large spinning workshop. Each hall is huge and empty, and the corridors connecting these halls are squeezed into short and thick fat barrels. They look more like bone walls with excessive thickness.
There is not a single light in the deep and deep Temple of the Dead, but this does not mean that it is completely dark. On the contrary, the main hall is much brighter than the Devil's Temple. This brightness comes from each of them, big or small, square or round,
Even the viscous, bubbling green liquid in the strange-shaped pond made of bones. In Luo Ling's opinion, the liquid was more rotten than the rotten ball Zhang Min once threw.
Disgusting. Like a slimy collection of countless rotting corpses, if they could spit.
I learned from Moggug that just like the magma pools in the Demon Palace, these rot pools are important facilities that connect to the negative energy plane in some mysterious way. The rot pools are like electrolytes, providing
The Hall of the Undead continues to provide enough dark decay energy. It is these liquids that illuminate the place like a large lantern with a forest green. It is said that these liquids are the basic substances produced after the complete dissolution of life. They are used by undead practitioners.
It's called 'original solution'. It's a rare item that can breed more of the same substance if it's cultivated properly. Even if it's just an eleven-ounce bottle of original solution, it's said to be priceless.
"I seem to be considered a super rich man, but I just lack the corresponding consumer groups. It seems that I should immigrate to the biochemical planet, or working on the cause of death of the earth is also a very profitable way." Luo Ling walked quickly in a straight line.
On the avenue of bone fragments, looking at the pool of green smoke emitting green smoke in the distance, I entertained myself with cold jokes.
The green mist that spreads in the air does not have any feeling of moisture, but is more like some kind of dust. It is gloomy, cold, but dry. It is like a winter night in the desert of death. Anyone who is in this environment will feel...
Instinctively despairing of the existence of life.
There was no need to smell it at all, as if the sneakers worn by athlete's foot had been soaked for ten or eight years, the stink would go straight into his nose. Luo Ling didn't know if it would be like pickles if he stayed here for a little longer.
Although he was assimilated by this peculiar smell, he was certain that Moggug had absolutely nothing to do with body fragrance.
Rather than a garbage dump, Luo Ling prefers to describe the Temple of the Dead as a torture chamber or a slaughterhouse, because when it was opened in Luo Ling, its main purpose seemed to be for this purpose.
Hook-locked metal chains emitting dark light can be seen everywhere here. A large part of them hangs above the rot pool. Some are long or short, some are thick and some are thin. The hooks at the end of the chain are also divided into more than a dozen categories.
At first glance, you can tell that it is used to hang corpses and soak them in the pool. It is not only designed for people, but also for other things.
In the open space between the rot pool and the rot pool, various utensils such as nail racks, hand axes, blood vessels, scalpels, hand circular saws, desks and other items are neatly stacked, quietly emitting cold light there.
Around it, a kind of spotty black-red stains are often very common, and some even change the color of the entire floor or table. That is dried blood. After a long time, they are not as shocking as they were back then.
, but it passed the content called 'Qualification' to everyone who saw it. Luo Ling believed that as long as there was enough labor, this Temple of the Dead could handle more than 10,000 corpses at the same time. In this way
This was the first time in his life that he had encountered a spectacular slaughterhouse, or crematorium, a factory for transforming the dead.
"'Let us all become dead! At least, we will not die again.' Is this the idea that the Temple of the Dead wants to convey? Or is it because it is also to achieve economic benefits and to better utilize the site?
With such a perverted temple?"
"I understand that the nature of dark rot energy produces this rotten, stinky, distorted, and cold effect, but why does it have to be built in such a noisy place as a dead man assembly factory to deepen this effect?" Luo Ling couldn't understand.
Here, regardless of function and some essential effects, beautification and renovation are the factors that should be taken into consideration when building, right? It’s not like making a movie, so I’m afraid people won’t know that this is a magic cave. You can’t be creative and imaginative if you are concerned about it.
How about packaging? Could it be that after practicing the power of dark decay, your aesthetics will be distorted to the point where you like to practice in old-fashioned public toilets where flies are flying around? Are you so perverted that you think such an arrangement can embody the true meaning of death?
"My master, you are not an undead, so you don't understand the thoughts of an undead. Your soul still has too many emotional impurities, and your body is too fresh." Mogguge is one of the few so far.
There are several beings who can directly communicate with Luo Ling spiritually. Luo Ling thinks this is a symbol of ability, which at least proves that his mental power and skills are unique. However, Mogguge doesn't think so. He said that time has passed
It made him forget any language, so he could only choose this communication method that would never be associated with vividness and could only rely on words to judge the meaning.
"Maybe you are right. I know that I am not a law, and even if I were a law, there is more than one law that makes up the world, so it is harsh to use my personal eyes to judge the rights and wrongs of others. I just
To vent a little bit, it’s like a person who spent money to buy a three-bedroom apartment, only to find that everything is bad after moving in.”
Luo Ling was currently walking through a small square covering an area of about 3,000 square meters. To be precise, it should be the small square of the past. Because now this square is occupied by Mogguge's instrument station. There are various crude crucible holes.
, flasks, beakers, tools and molds, the place is filled with a dazzling array of items, like a messy waste recycling bin.
This was the research laboratory that Mogguge later opened. Luo Ling didn’t know where he collected these crude-looking utensils. According to Moggug himself, most of the prototypes of these utensils were
The trophies collected from the enemy, transformed and accumulated over the years are just like this. But Luo Ling didn't believe it, unless he was a chemical instrument dealer who accidentally broke into this place with the fake experimental instruments he ordered for all the universities, middle schools and primary schools in a certain city. Otherwise, Luo Ling didn't believe it.
, to achieve this level of accumulation, even if it is open 24 hours a day for three to five hundred years, it may not be possible to collect enough.
Behind the square is a semicircular thirteen-step bone staircase. On it, there is an object that also makes Luo Ling feel unimaginative. A throne, a bone throne. The backrest is made of ribs and the armrests are a pair of skulls. The throne
On the top, there is a pair of silver rings engraved with charms. One ring is nested within the other ring. The inner one is turned horizontally and the outer one is turned vertically. It never stops. The "Code of the Dead" was originally placed on this suspended magic ring.
Inside, it is still there, and Luo Ling thinks it is appropriate to put it there.
Moggug was sitting on the Bone Throne. His sitting posture was a bit like a puddle of mud, which was not very elegant.
"You look like you're recovering well."
"It will take about three days before I can move around freely. Thank you for your kindness. You should know that this seat should be made by you."
Luo Ling waved his hand, "I'm not in a hurry to feel the feeling of sitting on it. I came to you to discuss the issue of corpse people. But this issue is also not urgent. I suddenly feel that it is necessary to understand your existence.
Mentality, because I am a person who values time, I hope to get through the running-in period quickly, so that we can cooperate with each other as soon as possible to improve work efficiency. At the same time, I don’t want you to have a painful life in this thousand years.
"
"You are very kind."
Luo Ling smiled, neither admitting nor denying. Mogguguge was right. Luo Ling was very kind. Like a modern entrepreneurial boss, he knew how to understand his subordinates in order to better exploit them.
Luo Ling decided to give the other party the initiative in this conversation and asked: "Where should we start?"
"Please forgive me, my master. Time has made me forget how to promote myself comprehensively, and I have even forgotten most of the content that has nothing to do with necromancy. I am not sure myself. I am not interested in anything other than necromancy research.
A research maniac who doesn't care, or a madman who suffers from epilepsy and is hysterical from time to time. I can only explain life forms like us from a third-party, academic perspective, which may be helpful to you."
"Very good, at least you have let me know that you are only interested in research. I need talents with various specialties, and I appreciate concentration and dedication."
"Thank you for your support, Master. Then, please allow me to explain the undead creatures first.