I am your natural enemy

Chapter 91 Twelve Bronze Bells, Professional Painter (5k)

The work of the Lieyang Department has come to an end, and the zombies in the chemical plant area have almost been cleared away.

There are also professionals here who do various tests to dig out the underlying logic of this chemical plant field. If you dig out this thing, you will have a way to destroy it.

According to their estimation, when the Soul-Eating Beast fell, it penetrated the field. With the help of black water, with the chemical plant field as the core, it linked together many previously discovered or undiscovered fields.

Now all we need to do is destroy this chemical plant area, and the Soul-Eating Beast will have no choice but to fall into the void below. According to the current shrinking trend of the Soul-Eating Beast, it won't be long before the Soul-Eating Beast will die on its own. .

This is the best result.

Now a group of people are still rummaging here, just to find the fake Mo Zhicheng's glasses, which is a strange object with the strongest camouflage effect known so far.

It is not a simple appearance change, but a complete change. All currently known tests, from fingerprint recognition, to iris recognition, to DNA testing, cannot detect it.

Only by communicating face to face with familiar people can we find subjective differences.

This kind of thing does not seem to be directly dangerous, but if it falls into the hands of a dangerous person, the danger level will skyrocket. It must be recycled.

Unfortunately, according to Qin Kun, it was a mess, with flying sand and rocks, and a bottomless hole next to it. He didn't notice where the pair of glasses went.

In the end, the fake Mo Zhicheng turned into ashes and was still not seen.

Qin Kun said that the gentle black-haired zombie had died in the battle, and he was so distressed at that time that he had no time to worry about the glasses.

After saying this, only one or two people knew that Qin Kun was talking nonsense and being gentle. Was it the black-haired zombie from Fuyu Mountain? That's a fucking big deal.

Even at the last moment, Da Zhi probably evolved to the point of flying zombies.

Then it just disappeared. Wen Yan must have felt bad.

If the glasses are gone, it must have nothing to do with Wen Yan.

And Gantang led the people far away, holding his arms and watching the fun, it was definitely not Gantang's.

The corpse brought by Gan Tang didn't have the guts to secretly take anything in front of Gan Tang. It was even more impossible for the little zombie. At the level of the little zombie, Gan Tang had to hold it all the time in order to protect him. What happened?

In the end it was a mess and couldn't be found, so there was nothing anyone could do.

Feng Yao came out of the tent, rubbed his head with a headache, and visually estimated that in some places, daily passwords would become normalized for a long time.

No matter what the leader does, he can't just call Wen Yan and ask him, "Have you seen the fake Mo Zhicheng's glasses?"

If you ask this question, will you be able to play happily in the future?

Forget it, do whatever you want, anyway, just keep an eye on it and record it.

Comparing the first-priority event with several secondary-priority events, not a single rare object was found, which can only be regarded as a minor flaw.

In Fuyu Mountain, Gan Tang had a good chat with the great uncle of Fuyu Temple.

She glanced back and sighed.

She felt that after talking for three more days and three nights, she could barely get a rough idea.

It's a pity that Taishi's uncle was old and couldn't bear it anymore. Finally, he gave her a mobile phone and asked her to see what she wanted to know.

She took out her phone and looked at it over and over. She had seen the phone at Wen Yan's before, but she didn't take the initiative to ask.

At this moment, following the method taught by Taishi's uncle, she tried to use her mobile phone and quickly found something. She suddenly felt that the world was developing too fast.

These things, when she was young, were definitely top treasures.

But now everyone has one, and she has a lot of fun playing with her mobile phone. A large amount of information and knowledge that was absolutely worth a thousand dollars in the past is at her fingertips. This feeling is really addictive.

She was playing with her phone all the way back to the Zombie Cave. She was looking at it well, but suddenly the page could not be opened. She was silent for a moment and shook her head. This thing was still a bit unreliable. She should talk to someone later.

She put away her phone, passed through the stone door, and came all the way to a stone room deep inside. With a wave of her sleeves, the wooden mask flew out on its own and landed in a groove in the stone room.

The wooden armor mask is still too harmful to ordinary people. Ordinary people cannot block the power of the wooden armor mask at all. The probability of turning into a walking corpse after being infected is extremely high.

But some zombies that are in the same evolutionary direction can make use of it. The experience contained in the wooden armor mask, whether it is wrong or right, is very valuable.

In comparison, the value of trial and error may be higher.

A zombie that has truly evolved to a very strong level will be doomed if it goes wrong once.

She arranged the wooden armor mask and took out a box. Inside was a golden phoenix hairpin, which was given to her by her great-uncle from Fuyu Temple.

It was said that it was an old demon friend who was grateful to Wen Yan for saving the last single seedling of her lineage and found the little zombie. Knowing that it was from Fuyu Mountain, he sent this thing to Fuyu Mountain to express his gratitude.

Gantang touched the phoenix hairpin and was filled with emotion.

She had already seen another one at Wen Yan's place, and the little zombie took it out to show off to her.

There is only one, which has no effect at all. It can only be regarded as an antique gold hairpin, but if there are two, it is completely different.

She also didn't expect that the tokens had been lost for who knows how long. One was found by Wen Yan, and the other was sent to Fuyu Mountain because of Wen Yan.

Now she really feels that Wen Yan is completely different from the thirteenth generation.

When the Thirteenth Generation was young, he was extremely graceful, high-spirited and passionate. If the Thirteenth Generation would snatch it back by himself, then she would believe it.

But the Thirteenth Generation may not be able to do it, and let the person who owns this thing take the initiative to send it to Fuyu Mountain without his own knowledge.

Just like the old fox, he had known for a long time that this phoenix hairpin was from Fuyu Mountain and was of great significance to Dasheng, but he had never mentioned it or said that he wanted to return it.

This time, he took the initiative to return it, and then Fuyu Mountain had to remember his kindness.

When she woke up this time, she actually didn't do anything, but the few things she planned to do had already been paved by Wen Yan.

She put away the box, turned around and waved her hand, the stone chamber closed, and the stone door quickly turned into a stone wall and disappeared.

She continued deeper and took out a pair of half-rimmed glasses from her sleeves.

Everyone felt that she had taken away the wooden armor mask openly, so the glasses must have nothing to do with her, and the glasses were of no use to her.

Hey, I didn’t expect that she picked it up in the end.

This pair of glasses was actually one of her main purposes for going down the mountain.

She put on her glasses, and her body and appearance began to change slightly. Her appearance was still similar, but her dignified and elegant temperament had a dash of heroic spirit, and her eyebrows had a hint of forcefulness. of vigor.

Corpse energy began to circulate around her body, constantly intruding into her half-rimmed glasses. Gradually, those auras of power seemed to be affected, and a slight change began to occur.

She stood there, waiting for the change. After ten minutes, her aura and momentum were one level stronger than before.

Her aura emerged, and all the zombies in the zombie cave were oppressed. Those who were not awake also woke up and knelt on the ground, as if welcoming the arrival of the king.

In Fuyu Temple, Taishi's uncle, who had just fallen asleep, sat up as if he was lying dead. He opened his eyes, which were bloodshot. He was almost boiled to death by Gantang before.

Gantang could stay awake for ten days and ten nights without any effect, but that was not possible for him.

But as soon as I fell asleep, something happened again.

With agility befitting his age, he quickly put on his cloth shoes and came to the back hall.

There is a statue of the ancestor worshiped here. In the hand of the ancestor, there is a copper bell, which automatically makes a crisp ringing sound in the absence of wind.

The tinkling sound is extremely penetrating.

Grand Master's uncle carefully recorded the frequency of ringing of the copper bell and counted it again. It rang twelve times in total.

"Twelve ringings of the bronze bell signal a great mourning in the world."

This great mourning means that Ba is born.

Taishi's uncle was so horrified that he knelt down and kowtowed three times and nine times in front of the statue of the ancestor. Then he took off the magic sword from the statue's hand and immediately began to practice rituals, trying to find where the demon was born.

However, just a few minutes later, as soon as he started searching, his expression became strange.

He looked towards the back mountain...

"That's weird. There's a demon born in the back mountain? Isn't that right?"

After thinking about it, Grand Master's uncle suppressed the doubts in his mind, closed the altar, put the magic sword back into the hands of the statue, respectfully offered incense and knelt before going back to sleep.

Anyway, no matter whether it's true or false, as long as it's your own, it won't be a big problem.

It's better to go to bed quickly. It's important to save his life. He never thought that at such an old age, he would be almost killed by someone.

Grandmaster's uncle walked out of the hall and waved to a few old Taoist priests outside.

"Nothing happened, no fuss, go back to sleep."

Several old Taoist priests looked at the retreating figure of their uncle Taishi and looked at each other. What's going on?

In the zombie cave in the back mountain, Gan Tang took on the appearance and aura of her sister with the help of half-frame glasses, and strode deeper into the cave.

This strange object was put in the hands of an ordinary person and was only used to change his appearance and identity. It was really in vain.

If you have power and control it well enough, you can even disguise your breath, which is very useful for bluffing people.

Even if they are disguised and have no actual combat power, they can still get a glimpse of the next level from this disguise.

Even if you can only get a glimpse and feel a little bit, having experienced it personally is far better than watching others.

Whether it is external objects or supernatural powers, taking it as the foundation is to abandon the fundamental and seek the inferior. Using these things to enhance one's own strength is the right way.

The orthodox mountain sect has always defined magical powers as external objects or means of protecting the Way.

That's not what Gantang cared about. She transformed into her sister, just like the last time she saw her sister. She walked all the way to the deepest part of the cave and put one hand on the stone wall at the end.

Corpse energy spread out and invaded the stone wall. Gradually, a layer of gray water ripples appeared on the stone wall.

She stretched out a hand, reached into it, took one step, and disappeared into the waves.

The next moment, she appeared in a closed tomb. As if she sensed someone coming in, the stones inlaid on the four walls began to emit fluorescence, illuminating the dim environment here.

All around, there are rows of shelves filled with various bamboo slips. There is only a stone coffin in the center, which looks very simple.

Gantang stepped forward and pushed open the sarcophagus. There was nothing inside.

Gantang's face was slightly disappointed.

This is the cave left by her sister, and only her sister's power can open it.

The last time I saw her sister, I told her that she would never be willing to live her whole life as an ordinary person, so everything here was left to her, and only when she was strong enough could she open it.

There are things to say to her and things to leave for her.

It was because of being hung up by this thing that Gan Tang waited for the advancement. She waited for a thousand years just to know what words her sister left for her.

She couldn't wait any longer, so she took away her glasses this time, and with this rare object, she opened the entrance with her already stiff strength.

After coming in, she was a little disappointed. There was nothing except densely packed bamboo slips on the bookshelf.

She entered the sarcophagus, lay down inside, closed the lid, closed her eyes, and calmed down quietly.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and saw many small words densely engraved on the inside of the coffin lid.

"My sister Gantang, congratulations on finally finding a way to enter this place. I guess it took a lot of thinking."

After seeing the first sentence, Gantang couldn't help laughing.

Her sister does understand her and knows that she will definitely think of other ways, but her talent is indeed not as smart as her sister. She has thought about it for a long time and has not thought of a feasible way.

After waiting for a thousand years, he still didn't come in. This time he found a suitable rare item to use.

She continued to read the content below, her expression gradually becoming a little dazed.

Her sister said, let her read all the books here, and everything she needs to say will be in them.

She closed her eyes with a complicated expression. She was no longer the little girl she was back then. It was still hard to tell. Her sister was just trying to protect her. If she was willing to quietly cultivate in peace.

When I can enter here and read all the books here, a long, long time will pass.

All the grudges, all the disputes, all the dangers of the past will go away from her, and she will never be involved again.

It said that when the thirteen generations fell, Fuyu Mountain would inevitably begin to decline after two or three generations, and the end of the world would come.

At that time, He Bo and Sui Jun must have reached the most intense period of overt and covert fighting. The world was in turmoil and all kinds of chaos would appear.

It doesn't matter if Buyeosan has declined, at least it has lost its edge, which makes it easier to survive and avoid troubled times.

Gantang's eyes turned slightly red as he looked at the above chatter and arrangements.

She did avoid it, avoided everything, and spent almost all of her time sleeping in Mount Fuyu.

But the romantic figures of the year have all turned into names over the years.

However, this is not what she wants. She wants to know, since the previous boss who was not that strong can leave things, can her sister leave more? Is there really hope?

But every word here talks about her, and not a word talks about her sister herself.

Gan Tang's eyes were red, and he felt sad and moved at the same time. In the end, he still felt some irrepressible disappointment.

She held the small box in her hand and murmured to herself.

"Sister, you also know that you can't persuade me, right? Lieyang has been born, and there are many things that cannot be avoided..."

In Wu Tingsheng's villa, Wen Yan stood at the door of a room on the second floor and looked inside.

Inside was a studio, with all kinds of tools that Wen Yan could not recognize from brands everywhere, except for the solid wood table, which Wen Yan estimated would cost six figures.

Inside, a young man with slightly sunken cheeks and a very thin appearance was holding a brush and painting on the table.

The look in his eyes showed that he was very focused and confident, and he was very confident when he wrote. It was not like what Wu Ting Sheng said, which hurt his soul and affected his IQ.

Wen Yan squinted his eyes slightly and watched the other person painting quietly. After the young man finished painting a landscape picture, Wen Yan immediately noticed a strange aura emerging.

A reminder popped up in his mind at the right time.

"painter."

“The encounter in the water as a child left a part of his soul missing.

But the lack of soul and wisdom did not affect his talent, but instead contributed to his absolute concentration.

Relying on absolute concentration, you can gather the broken and missing soul bit by bit, and use other parts to make up for the missing part on the existing basis. It is better to be weak than incomplete.

It's just because of someone that the definition of soul has been slightly deviated.

This extremely dedicated painter has begun to try instinctively without any subjective awareness.

He is trying to make paintings with soul, using painting to repair his defective soul.

However, he had already made some mistakes before, had some accidents, and filled part of another person's soul. "

"Temporary ability... just be a human being, bullying a fool is too much."

After Wen Yan read the prompts, the boy had finished the painting. The moment he put down the pen, his eyes became dull and blank, showing a rare clarity.

He looked at the painting for a long time, then stretched out his hand, crumpled the newly painted painting into a ball, and threw it into the trash can nearby.

Wen Yan glanced at it and saw that there were already several wads of waste paper in the trash can.

Wu Tingsheng wanted to go in, but Wen Yan held him back.

"Wen Sheng..."

"Just wait and don't worry."

Wen Yan stepped into the room, and the young man ignored others at all. He lowered his head to himself, laid out the paper again, took up the pen again, and began to continue painting.

"Although I don't know much about painting, I can still see that you can't draw soulful paintings like this."

The young man who had been ignoring anyone, not even his father, suddenly stopped writing. A drop of ink fell on the rice paper and fainted. The young man didn't pay attention. He slowly raised his head and looked at Wen with a dazed look. Word.

"Do you know how to do that?"

"I have to ask you some questions. If you answer me honestly, then I can be sure you know what to do."

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