Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Looking at the twelve piles of ashes in front of him, Mr. Pan suddenly fell into silence.

But this time, he did not reject Chu Tian immediately, but slowly squatted down and picked up a handful of ashes with his fingers.

If it were another race, such ashes would seem to be the same as any ashes to them, and they would not be able to identify who is who based on the ashes.

But the ghost tribe is different. They are born with a pile of skeletons and remain in this state throughout their lives.

Even after they die and turn into a pile of ashes, people of the same race can still identify them by relying on a handful of their ashes.

Even through some special means, their past can be seen from these ashes.

After picking up a handful of ashes, Mr. Pan suddenly became silent.

He seemed to realize that what Chu Tian said might not be a lie.

Because these ashes told him some very important information.

First, the owner of this pile of ashes seems to have lived much longer than he should have, and a lot longer.

Second, the owner of the ashes seems to have lived with the Zerg for a long time, so his ashes have a strong Zerg smell.

Thirdly, the aura contained in the ashes is the aura that belongs exclusively to a strong person in the Saint Realm. In other words, when the ghost tribe was alive, he was at least a strong person in the Saint Realm.

Each of these messages seemed to tell Mr. Pan that the twelve piles of ashes in front of him belonged to those twelve traitors.

But for the sake of safety, Mr. Pan did not draw a conclusion immediately.

"Wait a moment, I need to confirm again."

Saying that, Mr. Pan immediately asked someone to bring all kinds of magic weapons and materials, and then found a big cauldron.

He lit the flame, put various materials into the cauldron one by one, and finally condensed a pot of transparent liquid.

Then, Mr. Pan casually grabbed someone’s ashes and threw them inside.

I saw that the transparent liquid in the cauldron began to turn into a mirror-like color.

And then, a figure appeared in the mirror.

It was a skeleton, holding a long sword in its hand, and seemed to be directing the army to fight.

Looking at the skeleton in the picture, Chu Tian was probably sure that it should be a thing used to check the memory of the owner of the ashes.

But he couldn't identify who the skeleton was.

After all, most of these skeletons look very similar, and when Chu Tian saw them, they were all wearing clothesworms.

So after taking off his clothes, Chu Tian really couldn't recognize them.

Fortunately, the images in the mirror move very quickly.

The skeleton in the mirror immediately acted out the drama of betraying the ghost clan, and then put on the clothed insect given to him by the Insect Lord.

And when Chu Tian saw the skeleton wearing the clothesworm, a glimmer of light finally appeared in his blank eyes.

Although he still didn't know what this guy's name was, he was certain that he had killed this guy.

As the picture continues to change, the water in the cauldron becomes less and less, and it slowly reaches the bottom.

And everything reflected in it disappeared.

After seeing all this, Mr. Pan turned to look at Chu Tian, ​​and then at the twelve piles of ashes on the ground.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that he didn't know what to say.

They had sent thousands of assassins, but none of them had ever succeeded.

Chu Tian, ​​on the other hand, completed the feat of assassinating twelve people in a row in just half a month!