The renovation of the buildings in the city was already in full swing, but Wang Ye did not interfere.
He himself... also needs to hurry up.
Three years is neither long nor short, and it doesn't leave him much time for himself.
Go back to your room.
Wang Ye took out the seven-color flower, pondered for two seconds, then picked off a petal and swallowed it in one gulp.
Just as Wang Ye expected, the spiritual power in these seven-color flowers was very gentle and did not have any impact on him. Instead, it silently nourished him like rain.
After a while.
Wang Ye opened his eyes, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and his pupils seemed to be shining like thousands of stars.
"It can't grow, can it only be purified?"
self-mumbling.
At this time, he could clearly feel that his mental power seemed to have become purer and his thinking was running faster, but it did not help the growth of his strength.
But it’s right to think about it carefully.
This thing can help Zhao Hai recover his depleted mental power, and the Arctic Emperor also places his hope of promotion on it.
With the strength of the Arctic Emperor, his mental power must have been stuck at a level. Adding some mental power will have little effect, so the focus is on purification.
"Unfortunately, I haven't reached the bottleneck yet. It would be too wasteful to use it for purification now."
Thinking about it, Wang Ye put away the seven-color flowers.
"As for the next step, it's time to find the respected Lord Buddha."
Wang Ye took a deep breath and said.
This was the plan he had made when he just came back. Ever since he came back from Leiyin Temple, Wang Ye always felt that the blood energy he absorbed was somewhat familiar, and he always felt that he had seen it somewhere.
His intelligence may not be as good as those think tanks, but his memory is top notch.
Without much thought, he thought of the source of the familiar aura.
Even the Buddha needs to eat while he is sleeping.
This matter once had a cause and effect, and now it's time for reckoning.
Wang Ye put on his coat silently, then walked out of the room with the Ghost Sword in hand without disturbing anyone. He gathered his breath and disappeared into the God Burial City.
Only Guanyin, who was busy building a house, seemed to be vaguely aware of it and raised his head to glance at the sky.
"Have you become stronger again?"
Muttering to himself, Guanyin shook his head, grabbed a few huge stones again, and placed them according to the requirements in the drawing.
…
Go to the capital.
Wang Ye appeared quietly in a slum area.
With his eyes closed and feeling for a moment, Wang Ye frowned slightly.
It was probably at this place that I met that guy half a year ago.
Time has passed for too long, and the breath has somewhat dissipated.
I originally thought that I was strong enough now to track this aura and try to find it, but now it seems that it is not realistic.
Thinking about it, Wang Ye took out his mobile phone, found Zhao Hai's number and called him.
"Have there been any supernatural incidents in the Ten Cities of Tianzhu recently?"
The moment Zhao Hai connected, Wang Ye asked.
Zhao Hai did not explain that the Reincarnation Road had been opened. It was impossible for Wang Ye not to know, but he still asked, obviously having other ideas.
He recalled carefully for a long time, and then said in a tired voice: "There are no supernatural incidents, but six days ago, during the three eternal nights, a building collapsed in Lin'an City, and many people died."
"I don't know what you're going to do, but this is the only casualty recently."
six days ago...
"knew."
Wang Ye said calmly and hung up the phone.
According to the passage of time, he was in Leiyin Temple six days ago.
This time is a bit too ambiguous.
However, it seemed that the underworld had not completely repaired the reincarnation path at that time, and it might have been caused by ghosts.
"I hope it's that guy, the priest..."
Along with Wang Ye's murmur, his figure disappeared from the spot.
Lin'an City.
Wang Ye stood in front of the building that Zhao Hai mentioned. At this time, the building had become ruins. Fortunately, there were not many people around and no more casualties were caused, but no one in the building survived.
But now, the eternal night has just passed, and investigators are busy cleaning up the aftermath. The work of clearing the ruins is a big project, and it can only be closed and isolated for the time being.
Wang Ye stood in front of the ruins, stretched out a finger and slid it slightly in the air.
After a long time.
A very thin ray of blood floated into the air, and finally landed on Wang Ye's finger.
Wang Ye frowned.
There are not too many residents in one building, at least a hundred people.
But he only summoned such a wisp of energy and blood.
Even if a lot of it dissipates over time, it shouldn't be. As for ghosts... ghosts will indeed swallow blood, but they will never do it so cleanly.
so...
Wang Ye's eyes gradually became brighter: "Are you anxious?"
"Still, at Leiyin Temple, your vitality was also damaged and needs to be replenished."
Thinking of the crazy Maitreya punching the wall of Leiyin Temple one after another, Wang Ye had a vague understanding.
It would be understandable if it was really because of this that the person was somewhat damaged and could only take risks to swallow Qi and blood in the outside world.
And it can be deduced from this...
That person's current state isn't that strong either.
Wang Ye closed his eyes and stirred up his mental power. Pieces of broken boulders floated up out of the air and disappeared again.
Half a minute later.
The ruins have been cleaned up, revealing corpses on the ground.
Wang Ye squatted down and observed carefully.
There was no blood at all in these corpses, and they looked like mummies with bulging eyeballs, which looked extremely terrifying.
"It's really you!"
Wang Ye remembered the previous scene in the slums and shook his head sadly.
Still remember that time...
A supernatural incident occurred in the slums. Wang Ye tricked Mao Yongan into going there in the middle of the night. As a result, he met a bald old monk who shaved off his own flesh piece by piece and put it into the mouth of a small bronze Buddha.
All people including those near the area died, like mummies.
The only difference is that these dead people did not become ghost slaves.
But it's generally the same.
Speaking of which, I snatched my bone scraper from the old monk. At that time, the old monk looked at me and left a sentence...
I owe him karma.
Now, it's time to pay it back.
But at that time, Wang Ye really didn't expect that the little bronze man... was actually related to Buddha.
