That's What Villains Are Like

Hearing this, Jiang Lan looked sideways at her, then suddenly stretched out his hand to tear off the human skin mask on her face. Suddenly, a charming face that brought disaster to the country and the people was revealed, with a look of astonishment in her eyes.

After Song Youwei reacted, she was full of shame and anger, but she didn't dare to move easily.

"So it looks like this..."

Jiang Lan looked back with some satisfaction, and then left a jade pendant behind, "There are any commercial buildings in the Changlong Merchant Alliance in Daxia. With this jade pendant, someone will naturally bring you to see me."

He didn't care that Song Youwei would guess his identity.

She is a smart person, even if she guesses it, she can only keep it deep in her heart and dare not say it out.

Now that the inheritance of the Blood Immortal Sect is in hand, and with strength, many things and troubles will be easily solved, so there is no need to think too much.

Seeing Jiang Lan's figure disappear into the depths of the underground palace, Song Youwei came back to her senses.

She looked at the jade pendant in her hand that seemed to still be warm, with complicated eyes.

"Changlong Merchant Alliance?"

"Miss, that is the largest business alliance in Daxia today. It is said that it almost controls more than 60% of the economy of the Daxia Dynasty. Its distribution can be seen in almost any dynasty and country in the land of Kyushu. It seems that it even exists in foreign countries overseas. Business routes are connected…”

"I heard that some people say that the Changlong Merchant Alliance is jointly controlled and established by the top immortal sects from all parties. However, some people say that the Changlong Merchant Alliance is actually an industry of the Prime Minister's Government."

"Who do you think this mysterious man could be..."

Behind Song Youwei, the girl wearing a maid's bun said with shock and surprise.

The rest of her companions were also shocked and in disbelief.

Song Youwei didn't say anything. She gently pinched the jade pendant in her hand with her snow-like jade hands, which showed that the word "ginger" was engraved on the other side.

She pursed her red lips, carefully put away the jade pendant, and then said, "No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today. It's best to forget it."

"Once anything is leaked, no one can protect us. I'm afraid that even death without a burial will become a luxury..."

Many rumors about the son of the Prime Minister flashed through her mind. He was ignorant, indulged in sex, and unable to practice...

Especially when she thought of the rumor that she was "unable to practice", Song Youwei couldn't help but shudder slightly.

"It's really scary. It's also hidden too deeply..."

She sighed softly in her heart, then looked at her companions who nodded hurriedly, and said, "Leave here. Be careful of the ambush named Ye on the way. He has a deep mind. Although he escaped, he may not really leave."

At the same time, at the end of the underground palace, Jiang Lan, who had rested for a while on the way, finally saw what he thought was a group of tombs among the collapsed side halls.

It is said to be a group of tombs, but in fact it is a broken ruins, with traces of the battle everywhere, as well as broken pillars, rubble, and numerous bones scattered everywhere.

The blood-colored mist filled every inch of space. After arriving here, it became as solid as substance and extremely viscous. Some areas had turned into pools of blood.

Ordinary practitioners would probably not be able to reach here. They would be eroded by the bloody mist halfway and turn into bones, pus, and blood.

"The Blood Immortal Ancestor really died here..."

"After fighting with a group of powerful enemies and being seriously injured, he fled back to the palace to recover from his injuries. However, he was betrayed by his apprentice. Although he killed his apprentice, he himself was also exhausted."

"If I hadn't cut off Hu, judging from today's situation, the inheritance of the Blood Immortal Sect would indeed fall into the hands of Ye Ming."

Although Jiang Lan was surprised, he could also clearly sense that a lot of luck related to Ye Ming and Song Youwei was flowing into Niwan Palace.

Although Ye Ming is not the protagonist in the original plot, he can be regarded as a man of great luck.

Song Youwei is a beauty related to the protagonist Lin Fan.

"This luck is better than nothing, better than nothing. The color of the Fate Fruit has deepened a lot, and it is gradually moving towards the second stage of maturity..."

Jiang Lan saw a collapsed blood jade bed in this abandoned palace, exuding a hazy blood-colored brilliance in the darkness.

A corpse covered in black robes sat cross-legged on it, with its head hanging down, leaving only the bones.

There are four blood pools opened not far away, but they have dried up long ago, and many corpses are scattered inside. After many years, they still have a jade-like luster, which shows that they were not weak during their lifetime.

"The Blood Immortal Ancestor was cunning during his lifetime. The Blood Immortal inheritance he received was not placed on himself or left in the ancestral temple, but under the blood jade bed where he usually practiced..."

"But it's impossible that he won't leave behind protection measures such as prohibitions."

Recalling the plot in his mind, Jiang Lan manipulated the bloody mist here to destroy the blood jade bed in front of him.

Restrictions flashed past one after another, and terrifying power fluctuations erupted, causing the entire palace to tremble, as if it was about to completely collapse and be destroyed.

Fortunately, the blood-colored mist here was thick enough, and Jiang Lan had rested on the way. Although his head was still tired and aching, he endured it.

"The Bloody Forbidden Code..."

Soon, as all the restrictions in front of him disappeared, Jiang Lan finally saw clearly the items under the blood jade bed.

A simple ancient scroll made of blood jade, exuding blood-colored brilliance, lay quietly there, with a mysterious and mysterious aura surging.

As soon as he made contact, there was a warm and cool jade-like texture. It was very strange, as if it was merging with his palm.

"The most important thing to me right now is the boundless river of life..."

Jiang Lan began to read, and the ancient vine in Niwan Palace began to tremble slightly.

There seems to be an ancient and mysterious atmosphere permeating the green vine leaves.

One of the vine leaves seemed to be stained with blood-colored brilliance at this moment. It was really like blood jade, crystal clear, magical and magnificent.

Jiang Lan was astonished and suddenly felt blessed. The blood-colored forbidden book in his hand suddenly turned into a wisp of blood and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, countless insights and understandings of the Bloody Forbidden Code appeared in his mind.

All the forbidden arts, magical powers, and heavenly powers of creation were immediately understood, as if they had been studied for countless years.

"I haven't even started reading yet, but I just flipped through it and it's already integrated." Jiang Lan was really surprised and surprised.

It seems that the function of that ancient vine is far from as simple as producing the fruit of luck.

However, he could also clearly feel that the power of luck that had just been floating around the ancient vine seemed to have been exhausted.

"It seems that the prerequisite still requires the nourishment of the power of luck..."

Jiang Lan noticed the vine leaf like blood emerald, into which the bloody forbidden book had just been integrated.

After he figured it out, he didn't care anymore.

Now that the technique is in hand, this bloody plateau is the most suitable "big tonic" place for his practice.

Buzz! ! !

At that moment, Jiang Lan sat cross-legged on the spot, his body covered in blood. Every cell seemed to be alive, as if breathing, and he began to open his mouth and eat to his heart's content.

Wisps of blood-colored mist began to pour in from all directions, overwhelming him like wolf smoke, and instantly engulfed him.

The void continued to tremble, and faintly, a long, blurry blood-colored river appeared above Jiang Lan's head.

The waves of blood are surging and surging, and it seems to be the residence of the dead. The place where the living souls return, there are numerous holy Buddhas and endless immortal corpses falling down.