My Daughter is So Amazing

The chroniclers took great risks to conduct divination, but the key words that came out at the end were confusing.

What is a thick golden granular plump and sweet stick?

It sounds like corn?

But no one is so stupid as to really think it's corn.

After all, this is a clue obtained by a mysterious demigod divination.

According to the common sense of occult knowledge that beginners know, the characteristics of divination are such that the more troublesome and dangerous things are, the more fragmented and vague information they get.

Moreover, things like corn that can be seen everywhere can't be expressed in such a fragmented way. Wouldn't it be enough to just say the word ‘corn’?

Next, people have to piece together these clues by themselves, or repeat divination based on these clues, and ask some more detailed questions.

For example, right now, the recorder of ancient disasters can continue to divination, ‘how thick is this stick? ’’Is golden yellow the color of metal? ’And so on.

After getting the answer through this method of side-by-side tapping, I repeatedly gather the clues to get the final truth. It feels a bit like playing a small game like ‘Who am I’.

In theory, the more divination times, the more clues and keywords you get, and the more accurate the conclusion that can be deduced in the end.

But it is obviously difficult to carry out such an action at the moment, it is too easy to cause the opponent's detection.

This is also the time to test the strength and experience of the fortuneteller. He must ask fewer questions to get more critical questions in order to get truly valuable clues.

"The other party still didn't notice my movements, and I can still perform divination 1-2 times."

"But this will definitely increase my risk of being discovered. Although the other party does not seem to have fallen, the excessive behavior is likely to attract unfavorable results..."

The tribulation recorder whispered.

After thinking for a while, the Honor Witness on the side asked the saints next to him:

"Do you have any thoughts on these clues?"

"I think the clues of the stick and the golden yellow should all point to the legendary 1-001 holy thing. Is it describing its appearance? The sweet and full behind should point to a certain position?"

A saint said first.

"The stick may also be a tower, or an airship, maybe the granular shape is the description of the holy thing?"

Another saint put forward a different opinion.

"I think that these clues probably don't point to the holy object. Maybe it's describing a certain place? A canyon? A golden canyon full of rubble?"

Everyone was expounding their views, but Oriana did not speak.

She was still a little bit unconvinced in her heart.

Am I the only one who thinks this is corn? No matter how you look at it, it's corn, right?

But she didn't dare to say this, she was afraid of being regarded as a stupid woman with only corn in her head...

If it is true, it would be tantamount to social death to her who has never talked about love.

As fortune-tellers, the recorders of ancient disasters also didn't say a word. In fact, in his opinion, these people's brains are really outrageous, and their lack of in-depth understanding of the occult is certainly not helpful.

He couldn't help it. In these days, everyone was more interested in the distortion system, the mysterious system, which was more capable of playing, and the direction of the mystery system was too niche.

In the end, after a brief discussion between his ontology and some occult scholars around him, he set the next question as ‘where is this stick? ’

This is a fairly satisfactory question, but if you can get an effective answer, you will be able to determine the thinking and direction of the next question.

So he followed this question and started the next round of divination from the body.

Of course, according to the usual practice, he still used divination before starting to'see' if this action would invite any danger.

In the end, I got a few keywords about ‘careful’, which means there will be no danger, but you still need to be careful.

Considering that the opponent still seemed to be sober and the results of the divination were more optimistic, he couldn't help but become a little bolder, and he worked harder during the formal divination, and polished his eyes, trying to find a deeper result.

A somewhat hazy and vague mountain appeared before his eyes, shrouded in darkness and mist.

"Saw...I saw it again..."

"This is a mountain?"

"How majestic...how majestic..."

Although he only saw a very vague picture, he gave the demigod a kind of indescribable awe deep in his heart. He felt like a little ant crawling at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the whole The world is average.

There were no more pictures after that, and the picture he saw was finally frozen in this scene.

"No...not enough..."

Perhaps it is because of instinctive curiosity, perhaps because the situation is really urgent, or perhaps because the mountain is majestic, but not dangerous. In short, the chronicler decided to take the risk once and use a sharper sight to peep the mountain. .

The picture in front of me finally changed, the mist around the mountain peaks slowly dissipated, and the surrounding light gradually brightened.

There was still no danger, and there was no warning sign in his heart.

So he planned to push his nose to face, and instead of discussing with others, he directly asked the third question by way of divination.

"This is where?"

The picture in front of me changed again, the fog was getting lighter and lighter, the light was getting brighter, and the lines of the mountains became clearer and clearer.

There was a thump in the heart of the recorder of ancient disasters, and he felt that he was close to the truth!

The uncontrollable thirst for knowledge in his heart made him no longer satisfied with simple voyeurism, but chose a more direct and bolder look.

The fog was already very thin, and the light was as bright as daylight, and the mountain peaks that had been looming were about to fully appear before his eyes.

He even vaguely saw a shadow of a person.

"I saw you!"

The tone of the recorder became excited.

In the end, the mountain peak was fully presented before his eyes.

"Wait, this...what's...not right..."

Hidden under the fog is not a mountain at all.

It's a huge symbol that looks as magnificent as a mountain.

The whole symbol is composed of a simple circle and three short lines. It looks like a stick figure, but only the upper body, which is a bit like a badminton...

"What is this..."

The chroniclers tried to sort out their thoughts and ponder the deep meaning of this symbol.

But in the next second, he felt a wave of overwhelming pressure pouring toward him...

"No! No! No! Save..."

Both his clone and the main body uttered a desperate cry at the same time.

Then, the clone disappeared instantly.

Everyone at the scene was stunned for a while, and they didn't realize what was happening.

Another witness of demigod honor was the first to come back to his senses, and asked in a low voice in that incredible tone:

"The clone has expired? No... this is not an invalidation... but... annihilated?"

"How can this be?!"

The clone of the demigod and the clone of the saint is not a concept at all. It can not only be controlled remotely, but can also talk and do a lot of things. As a demigod body.

Even if the clone meets the evil god, as long as you don't deliberately die, you can still show two moves.

But is it such a powerful clone that disappeared silently in the blink of an eye?

And there was no power fluctuation, and I didn't even know what happened.

The Honor Witness temporarily put down the clone, began to perceive far away in the main body of the imperial capital, and explored the ancient recorder in the tower of truth at the same depth.

The body of the chronicler is a middle-aged man who looks only 50 years old, wearing a gorgeous nightgown, just looking like an ordinary rich man.

But at this moment he was wailing and rolling in a beautiful large bedroom, two lines of blood and tears were left in his eyes, his hands were **** and bloody, and his mouth cried intermittently:

"Please... forgive... disrespect..."

"Begging... don't... anger..."

"I would...creep...under my feet...present..."

The scholars around him also looked astonished and dumbfounded, UU read www.uukanshu. Com didn't know what happened to the demigod, suddenly poked himself in his eyes, and then rolled all over the floor.

This situation looks like it has suffered a serious mental pollution.

But it didn't look like it. After all, he was a demigod. Even if he faced the evil god, he still had the ability to resist.

And he didn't look completely mad, he seemed to maintain a certain degree of rationality, but he kept begging for something.

"What did he see?"

The Honor Witness suddenly felt a chill on his back, and his sense of vigilance was instantly filled.

At this moment, he also noticed something wrong.

"who is it?!"

He suddenly looked at an empty field and shouted sharply.

"Hehe...I thought it could be hidden longer."

In the air of the clearing, a hoarse and sharp voice came out, and then a figure slowly emerged.

No, to be precise, it's just a robe floating in the air.

The color of the robe is a black that is not like a human dye, it is so deep that it can swallow all light.

He wears a hood on the top of his head, and on the chest in the middle, there is a pattern interwoven with hollows, which looks like a vortex, with a pair of white gloves hanging on the sleeves.

Coupled with the constant blowing of the strong mountain breeze, this black robe is a little swollen due to inflation, and it looks a bit like...

Mosquito frog?

But obviously, this is also a clone of a demigod, and the slight pressure radiating from him made the sage on the opposite side stand upright, not daring to act rashly.