The night is silent.
The atmosphere in the cabinet in Zhao Wujiang's room became increasingly anxious.
Zhao Wujiang thought for a while outside the cabinet, considered his words, and asked some questions.
In the past two days, he learned that Zhuge Xiaobai, as the helmsman of the Wanbao Pavilion branch, had a lot of information that ordinary people didn't know, and he could just ask for it.
"Brother Xiaobai, do you know what the strange creatures are in the dark night of Daolian's secret realm?" he asked in a deep voice.
Zhuge Xiaobai poured himself a cup of tea:
"Wraith spirits! They are basically all vengeance spirits!
Brother Zhao should know about obsession, right? "
Zhao Wujiang nodded.
"Obsession is all kinds of remnant souls parked in the world. Most of these remnant souls are conscious. Even if some memories are incomplete, at least to a certain extent, they are no different from normal people."
When Zhuge Xiaobai talked about this, he really understood it at his fingertips. The head of the Zhuge family taught his descendants one of the family rules: read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles.
He, Zhuge Xiaobai, was able to become the helmsman of Wanbao Pavilion in a continent at a young age because of his profound knowledge and insight.
These knowledge may not be very precise, but the content involved is definitely broad enough.
He smiled lightly and said:
"The resentment spirit is different. Brother Zhao can regard the resentment spirit as a mental obsession.
They have no consciousness, only instinctive desires, whether it is to eat or destroy, they just want to exist instinctively.
Therefore, resentful spirits also have emotions such as fear, and are not blindly crazy. "
"Where did so many resentful spirits in Daolian Secret Realm come from, and what are the pink spirit-replenishing stones on their bodies?" Zhao Wujiang asked again.
"It seems that Brother Zhao, you seem to know some secrets..." Zhuge Xiaobai took a deep look at Zhao Wuyan, and two gilt dice appeared in his hand. He leaned on the back of his chair and said leisurely:
"Brother Zhao, as long as you know that it is very difficult to become a wraith spirit, it requires great hatred and unwillingness to turn into a wraith spirit after death, and it is only possible...
In other words, so many resentful spirits in Daolian Secret Realm were born after experiencing catastrophic disasters and blood feuds!
And based on the small chance of a resentful spirit being born, the number of dead creatures behind the resentful spirits in the entire Daolian Secret Realm is roughly equivalent to the number of creatures in several continents or even the entire Shenshui South Territory, hundreds or hundreds of billions! "
Zhao Wujiang thought of the three giant hands he saw in the shadow of the Demon Locking Tower and the ruins in the dream of ancient times.
Three giant hands, destroying the world.
"What happened in ancient times is too far away from us." Zhuge Xiaobai sighed:
"Brother Zhao, if you have anything else to ask, as long as I know, feel free to ask."
Zhao Wujiang's eyes became darker and darker:
"Haoran Zhengqi Zong Yue Bufan, what do you think of this person?"
"Haha..." Zhuge Xiaobai smiled:
"Whatever Brother Zhao thinks, I will think of it."
"I have a grudge against Yue Bufan!" Zhao Wujiang made no secret of it, because he had already guessed that Zhuge Xiaobai also had a grudge against Yue Bufan.
Zhuge Xiaobai said quietly:
"Me too..."
"Who are you avenging?" Zhao Wujiang asked again.
"Brother Zhao, who are you for?"
Zhao Wujiang answered without hesitation:
"Old friend."
"I am also an old friend..." Zhuge Xiaobai replied.
When two people are trying to trick each other, they are also confirming whether the other person is an enemy, a friend, or something else.
This is also one of the purposes of Zhuge Xiaobai coming here late at night.
He was not just here to take advantage of Zhao Wuyang, he also wanted to see if Zhao Wuyang was on the same road.
At present, it seems to be somewhat similar.
"In that case, I won't hide it from you." Zhao Wujiang suddenly said seriously.
Zhuge Xiaobai sat upright:
"Brother Zhao, please tell me."
"Give me ten lotus seeds to help me defeat Yue Bufan. After that, I will make you my friend." Zhao Wujiang said seriously.
"Cough cough cough..."
Zhuge Xiaobai choked on his tea and coughed repeatedly. He did not expect that Zhao Wuyang would be waiting for him here after talking for a long time.
Zhao Wujiang stared at Zhuge Xiaobai quietly without saying anything. He already roughly knew Zhuge Xiaobai's purpose of approaching him.
Whether he is using it or coveting it, as long as his life is not in danger and he can get benefits, Zhao Wujiang doesn't care that much.
