Very strange thing.
There was obviously something wrong with the water in the pool, but the animals were eating and drinking out of control.
Even the pangolin Pea is no exception. It runs faster than a dog and rushes past without paying attention.
Ignoring the danger of snow leopards, wolves, and bears, Zhang Jing chased the pea to the edge of the pond and took the pea into the mithril space before it was about to drink water.
The treasure hunting system also sent prompts.
"Congratulations to the host for finding the "sublime light of the Great Khan", a liquid condensed from third-form objects. "
"It cannot be eaten directly. It needs to be transformed three times."
"The mission is over."
Zhang Jing almost stared out of his eyes. "The sublime light of sweat" turned out to be a pool of water?
Surprised in his heart, Zhang Jing did not forget the danger around him.
At this time, all the animals still alive were spurting blood from their seven orifices.
Eyes, ears, mouth, nose, butt, the scene was tragic and weird.
Fortunately, this terrifying situation did not last long, and all the animals died suddenly.
After thinking for three or four seconds, Zhang Jing took out half a cup of blood from a dead bear body, then turned back to the white man who was holding his neck and soaking the blood.
Seeing Zhang Jing coming back, the eyes of the middle-aged man named Sige were filled with the desire to survive.
"Come," Zhang Jing squatted down gently and said softly, "drink some water."
Sig was at a loss, and Zhang Jing brought the cup to his mouth, so he had no choice but to open his mouth and drink.
About a minute later, something magical happened, and Sig's condition improved significantly.
First, stop freaking out.
Secondly, my face looks much better.
Finally, he was able to speak.
"My name is Sig," the middle-aged white man introduced himself, "I'm from Tu'ao. Thank you for your willingness to help me."
"You're welcome," Zhang Jing asked with concern, "How do you feel?"
"It's a bit hot," Sig said slowly with blood on his neck. "I can feel that fresh blood is being continuously produced."
Zhang Jing nodded and continued to observe the other party and found that the bleeding from Sig's wound was gradually decreasing.
The injury recovers at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This reminds Zhang Jing of the scene in the movie Wolverine where the protagonist is underground in Hiroshima. After being exposed to high temperatures, the protagonist recovers as before in a short period of time.
"Why are you here?" Zhang Jing asked chatting.
"I am an archaeologist," Sig introduced himself. "I am employed by the Outer-Mongolia Public Museum to search for treasures from Genghis Khan's tomb."
After the words fell, the next second, there was a bang at Sig's temple.
Blood splashed on Zhang Jing's face.
Sig was so frightened that he finally asked before his death, "What's wrong with me?"
Worried that Sige's blood was poisonous, Zhang Jing took out bottled water and washed himself.
After calming down, Zhang Jing recalled the treasure hunting system prompts.
"It cannot be eaten directly. It needs to be transformed three times."
The brown bear turns one, the Sig turns two, and one more, and the fourth time to eat?
All people and animals were dead. Zhang Jing could not verify it immediately, so he took away the "big man's noble light" first.
A total of about 0.5 tons, all stored in the mithril space.
There are also 500 tons of pure water in the Mithril space, because time stops inside, objects do not flow, and there is no odor exchange.
Finally, Zhang Jing looked at the towering tree.
Not surprisingly, the treasure hunting system mentioned that the so-called "liquid condensed from third-form objects" is the towering tree in front of you.
If so, this tree has existed for at least 10,000 years, far exceeding the 9,500-year-old Swedish spruce.
However, the big tree doesn't look very healthy. Is it sick?
You can't be angry because someone took away your treasure, right?
Returning the favor, Zhang Jing took out the previously diluted dinosaur egg liquid.
A total of six bottles were diluted at that time. Milica drank one bottle, Old Dajin drank one bottle, and Mike drank one bottle.
Three left
bottle.
I walked under the tree, unscrewed the cap of the bottle, and took a sip first. It seemed to have developed resistance and had no additional effects.
The rest was poured at the root of the tree, and three bottles were poured out.
Without anything else to do, Zhang Jing planned to search this huge underground space carefully.
What is certain is that Temujin must have come here before 1227. Maybe there are still yellow and white things?
Just when Zhang Jing was about to do this, Sig's corpse slowly stood up with the support of some tree roots and spoke, "I need more ancient food."
At the same time, the treasure hunting system sent a prompt.
"The detection of the third form object produces primitive consciousness. The current host is in extreme danger and is ready to find the next new host."
Zhang Jing's heart skipped a beat.
Instinctively, he crossed his legs, turned around and ran...but he hit the wall made of tree roots behind him.
Unwilling to admit defeat, an AA12 bulldozer loaded with armor-piercing bullets appeared in Zhang Jing's hand in a second.
With a burst of fierce output, the wall made of tree roots was broken.
After crossing the wall, the next second his calf was entangled in a tree root, and he was lifted upside down in the air.
Not afraid of hitting himself, Zhang Jing opened fire and broke the roots of the foot-binding tree. When he landed, he replaced the AA12 equipped with incendiary bombs and directed fierce firepower at the towering tree.
Quickly empty the drum and take out the 777 artillery in one continuous movement. The muzzle is flat and the chamber is filled with explosive bombs.
He pulled the firing rope decisively, and the hot shells came out of the barrel and hit the main pole of the big tree in the next moment.
As if being annoyed, the tree roots that covered the sky and sun rose into the air, and all rushed towards Zhang Jing.
Feeling that he was about to die, Zhang Jing made a last-ditch effort and decisively poured out about a ton of purified water.
"I have more!" Zhang Jing shouted at the top of his lungs, "I will definitely poison you bastard to death!"
Feeling the power of pure water, a large number of tree roots stopped one meter away from Zhang Jing in all directions.
"If you want ancient food, you can," Zhang Jing shouted without fear of death, "You need to exchange for equivalent items."
A large number of tree roots slowly receded, and the manipulative white man Sig appeared again.
With his eyes closed, he opened and closed his mouth and said, "You have taken away all my accumulation."
"Mine!" Zhang Jing reminded the other party loudly, "I rob based on my ability!"
At this time, the momentum cannot be weak, otherwise it will be impossible to get out, and even the treasure hunting system has begun to consider the escape route.
As if being frightened by Zhang Jing, the towering tree transformed into the third form object reminded, "What you took away was poison. I can help you transform it and exchange it for ancient food."
"You don't need to transform," Zhang Jing refused. "I can do the three transformations myself."
"Self-transformed, the user will not live past forty."
"It doesn't matter," Zhang Jing was scared but determined, "I'll use it for animals. Horses and dogs don't have to live to be forty."
The towering tree formed by the third form object did not expect Zhang Jing to be so difficult to deal with. In addition, it was not smart in the first place, and it would be unable to say anything to refute it for a while.
Instinctively, it wanted to use force to coerce Zhang Jing into agreeing, but the pure water was too powerful and it did not dare to use force.
"Every third form of consciousness has a unique ability," the treasure hunt system reminds the host, "Ask what its unique ability is?" Chinese website
"What is your specialty?" Zhang Jing asked "Sig".
"'Transformation' is my unique ability," Sig said in a stiff tone, opening and closing his mouth, "The upper limit can be up to seven times."
"Seven times?" Zhang Jing asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
"Forget it," Zhang Jing shrugged, "I can normally do it ten times."
