Village Building Order Frenzy

It's a quiet night.

Also a quiet room.

There was a not-too-pungent but decidedly weird scent in the air, let's call it a scent.

On the side of the couch, there were one, two, three organisms breathing in a muddy and rhythmic sound, and it could be judged from the sound that one of the organisms was breathing slightly heavily, as if a hundred mice had been drilled into a bellows. Exhausting strength is the only way to send out the cycle of one breath and one breath.

The room should be very large. In the dark environment, it can only be estimated to be about four to five hundred square meters, and the height is about five or six meters.

There are strings of dark things hanging on the beams of the house. Is this dried bacon?

Zhang Yang quickly judged that although he had lurked many trumpets on the Xing Clan's side before, it was the first time he came with a subjective consciousness.

Moreover, the failures of the several arrivals just now are enough to prove that those trumpets are either dead, or some kind of unforeseen misfortune happened.

But even so, the situation is still not too bad.

With a sinking mind, Zhang Yang's small body seemed to enter a deep sleep, and Zhang Yang's main consciousness quickly began to look up various information.

"Wait? Is this a child?"

Zhang Yang was taken aback for a moment, the information collected from this body was very monotonous and very short, based on the judgment of intelligence, this is a child equivalent to seven or eight years old.

"Brick No. 7 starts."

In Zhang Yang's main consciousness, a weak energy fluctuation jumped up, and quickly formed a brick village building order only the size of a rice grain. This is a personal terminal developed and manufactured by him. This thing can help him very well. Sort through a lot of messy information.

After about ten minutes, the information organized line by line appeared.

"Soul Seed No. 09 latent body."

"Infiltration time: four hundred years ago."

"Successful infiltration time: 180 years ago."

"Number of lurking successes: four."

"Number of latent failures: six."

"Current Latent Status: Low Security."

"The current latent race: the Wuxing clan, which can also be called the Xingwu clan, and can usually call themselves the Xing clan."

"Race affiliation: The Wuxing family belongs to the Tianqiong human race system, and has a certain blood relationship with most of the branch human races. Due to the lack of specific tests, no reproductive isolation has been found."

"Ethnic characteristics: walking upright, bipedal with both hands, multiple ears, multiple eyes, multiple fingers, adult height about five meters, light blue complexion, silver-white hair."

"Ethnic language: Shaman language, which has been deciphered."

"Racial talent: born with witch words, born with witch blood, born with witch power."

"Racial Civilization Level: Feudal Empire Level (cannot be specifically determined)."

"The name of the latent body: transliteration - Boluo Debibihaier, free translation - Xingbu, explanation, civilian name, Xing is the common surname of all Xing tribes, which means punishment law, and cloth means cloth, which represents latent body’s identity class.”

"Age of latent body: 14 years old (the cycle of the sun and the moon of the Xing clan takes six seasons, which is equivalent to 500 days in a year, and the Xing clan needs to be 20 years old to officially become an adult)."

"Latent body strength: complete soul, legendary realm, has awakened natural witchcraft talent skill tree."

"Talent Skills: Basic Witch Words, Wind, Fire, and Frost."

"The surrounding environment of Lurker: Among the six seasons of the year, four seasons are covered with ice, and there are ferocious beasts comparable to demigods and unknown demon spirits."

"Lurker Status: Ordinary Civilian."

"What lurkers need to do in the future (according to their parents' daily conversations): Awaken the witch blood to get a leaf of true spirit, and then awaken intermediate witch words to become a decent witch, instead of awakening witch power to become a A scruffy 'die fast', note: this may be dialect."

——

Lines of information disappeared, Zhang Yang's main body consciousness resurfaced, and fully controlled the body.

This is not the time travel of the dove occupying the magpie's nest, he will not do such untechnical things.

The specific process is that he first releases the true spirit seeds, slowly penetrates the heaven barrier of the Xing people, and randomly falls in this world, and then continuously absorbs the free native soul power here, and gradually transforms them into native souls that are highly suitable for this place , and then, reincarnation, birth.

All in all, this body has been a flamboyant trumpet from birth.

"This start is very low-end. As an ordinary civilian, the area where it is located is a place of bitter cold. No wonder the No. 09 soul seed has successfully reincarnated four times in a row without getting much information."

Zhang Yang thought very calmly, he has encountered many such situations, so he only needs to show some talent in the future, and then go to a more core part of the world after he becomes an adult. Some important intelligence information can be observed.

Thinking of this, he also began to feel a little sleepy, after all, this body was expended a lot just now to extract Brick No. 7.

But suddenly, Zhang Yang's heart moved, but it was because he heard the breathing sound of the oldest and muddiest organism in the room, and it stopped suddenly.

According to previous memories, the identity of this creature is Xingbu's uncle, Xingmi, a Liwu warrior who is well-known in the villages and towns here. Well, this is the so-called sloppy 'dead' quick'.

"This should be a sudden respiratory arrest, but my cheap uncle is only 80 years old this year. Although he is not a young and strong guy, and he is injured, he is also an awakened witch power after all. How could there be a possibility of sudden death? ?”

Zhang Yang quickly recalled the usual scenes, but he didn't get up, he just listened calmly. After about a few minutes, he heard that cheap uncle Xing Mi's throat cluck, and he seemed to come back to life.

At this time, an inexplicable cold breath suddenly spread over, Zhang Yang immediately turned over, and when he rolled to the ground, he took advantage of the momentum to roll another three or four meters, until he hit a thick pillar before stopping. Almost at the same time, he endured He shivered uncontrollably, as if something had penetrated into his blood vessels, making his whole body stiff, and even his heartbeat and breathing were stagnant.

"The Fire of Ava!"

At the very moment, Zhang Yang spat out a string of obscure syllables, but it was the fire-calling technique in the basic witchcraft that the latent body had mastered.

"Boom!"

A fist-sized red flame appeared out of nowhere, but it was not an unstable flame, but it seemed to be tamed, and it could be reshaped.

"The Eye of Ava!"

The basic witch words sounded again, and the flame instantly turned into a flaming eye the size of a human head, rose to the highest point of the house, and began to illuminate automatically.

And the whole room became brighter.

Under the light of such fiery eyes, the feeling of being frozen finally subsided, and Zhang Yang only saw a shadow receding quickly, as if it had never happened.

There were already many footsteps outside the room, but it was the basic witch words that Zhang Yang yelled just now that alarmed the others.

"We have to change our plan. The world of the Xing Clan is actually entangled with cursed filth so quickly. The prospects are not very optimistic."

With this in mind, Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and passed out. Well, his small body and soul are still too weak, and his strength was overdrawn with only two basic witch words.