Chapter 396 News of the Dead River
In the dark and damp secret room, there was a bit of fire jumping around, reflecting two twisted and uncertain shadows.
Lin Chen and Zhang Hao were holding fireballs in their hands, their faces were uncertain, and their expressions were incomprehensible, but they were carefully observing the condition of the wall in front of them.
In the silent secret room, the dark red bloodstains and wanton scrawls on the wall, in the changes of light and shadow, were like worms swaying in the corners of invisible shadows, something indescribably weird and penetrating.
However, both of them were not ordinary people, so this did not scare them, but they looked down with a calm expression.
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"Haha, that stinky bitch, you broke off the engagement and humiliated me in the past, what happened in the end? After seeing my double spiritual roots, didn't she and the family behind her immediately kneel down and lick me? Sure enough, a bitch is a bitch, it's my fault. I used to really think of him as a fairy!"
"I still want to marry a second-generation immortal, and I also want to find a golden elixir Taoist companion, but I still have a cold temperament. When I saw my talent, I didn't immediately kneel down and lick him. Sure enough, a bitch is a bitch!"
"And those other family disciples who looked down on me before. After hearing the news, they immediately rushed towards me like a dog. Hehe, we can't just take it easy on them. We have to torture them..."
Nearly one-half of the remaining writing tells the story of what happened to the original owner after he returned from that strange island and possessed twin spiritual roots.
First, the fiancée who broke off the engagement was severely slapped in the face, and then the whole family fell on her knees and licked her. Then the people who looked down on her in the past also became envious and attentive, and then she directly joined a Nascent Soul Sect with a bright future.
This is simply a naked protagonist template of a cool novel.
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"There's something wrong here." Lin Chen scanned the writings at a glance, frowning slightly, "Since he knew before that he had no spiritual roots, it means he must have been tested."
"The results of the test should at least be widely publicized, otherwise his fiancee would not break off the engagement and others would not humiliate him."
"But when he had dual spiritual roots, other people instead of exploring the future secrets and trying to figure out why he suddenly had spiritual roots, they knelt down and licked him. This... Is it possible that the people in the East China Sea cultivation world are so good? good?"
"Perhaps it was mistaken for a hidden spirit body, and ordinary detection methods did not show it?" Zhang Hao said instead, "Besides, maybe he has also experienced bottom-up and investigation, but he just did not write it down."
After Lin Chen heard this, he turned his face slightly, looked at Zhang Hao deeply, and said silently: "Junior Brother Zhang, you are obsessed."
"There is no way, Senior Brother Lin, I have the Five Spiritual Roots." Zhang Hao said in an incomprehensible tone, "And Senior Brother, don't you also have ordinary qualifications, how can Senior Brother not know about the obstacles to your cultivation?"
At this moment, Zhang Hao looked at Lin Chen, his face flickering under the light of the flames:
"Besides, senior brother, are you really not interested in this at all? Changing the spiritual root talent means that I know everything about it, and who can even tell whether this is an opportunity to become an immortal? ?”
"Opportunities are earned by oneself, not dropped from the sky. Besides, I don't believe that a broken island can have the opportunity to become an immortal." Lin Chen couldn't deny it, and then turned back to the wall, "Let's take a look first. Let’s talk about it later.”
"……Can."
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The next paragraph still tells the story of his pretense and slap in the face, until a certain paragraph:
"Strange, why in the recent period, every time I wake up in the cave, I always feel exhausted, and there are varying degrees of marks on my body. I clearly remember not going out..."
"Why do people keep joking recently, saying that they met me at a certain time and place, but I was clearly in seclusion during those days..."
"Not only that, why do I always feel that my memory is becoming more and more blurry? It stands to reason that even if a cultivator's memory of the past is not necessarily traceable, it will not forget the appearance of the person he just met a few days ago... …”
"No, no, there may be something wrong with me..."
The description in this paragraph suddenly became weird. There seemed to be some kind of problem with the original owner's memory, and the past events in his memory began to become blurry.
But the writing on the wall was the same as before, without much change, as if it was written unconsciously.
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"I have used many methods to detect it. I have not been cursed, nor have I been attacked by witches and nightmares. But why, why is my memory constantly being lost..."
"Based on the current situation, the only possible cause of my strange situation is the Resurrection Island. But the strange thing is, why, why don't I have any memory of that... Something's wrong, There must be something wrong..."
"I used the sect's intelligence and inquired about the news about Resurrection Island... No, it's impossible! Why is there no record related to it in the sect? Then how did I know this news in the first place?!!!"
"No, it's impossible. I remember how I got this news from... from... where did I get this news?"
"No, no, no..."
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"Memory disappears? What kind of curse is this?" Zhang Hao frowned when he saw this.
"It's not just as simple as the memory disappearing." Lin Chen looked at this paragraph with an incomprehensible expression. "In a place that even cultivators have never heard of, a mortal learned the news and found it. He also obtained the spiritual root and returned to the place. What an unexpected blessing."
"...Perhaps this is the reason why this method has not spread throughout the world of immortality? Only those who are destined can enter." Zhang Hao was silent for a moment and said.
"A person with a destiny? Indeed, it is quite a destiny. As soon as I arrive in the East China Sea, I will see the news related to changing the talent." Lin Chen chuckled, with a somewhat inexplicable look on his face. He did not continue talking about this, but moved his eyes and looked towards He wrote the last line of handwriting, "Well... the guy who wrote this last paragraph seems to have found information related to this island, which seems to be related to... hmm? The Dead River Cult?!"
Seeing this, Lin Chen's expression condensed.
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"I have traveled all over the place where I live as a mortal, and I haven't found anything. But my memory has become increasingly blurry, and I can't even remember the scene when I returned and entered the sect..."
"No, no, no! I don't want to forget, I don't want to forget, I want to remember, I want to remember, write it down, write everything down..."
"Memory, memory, my memory... write it down, wherever it is, write it down..."
"...Strange, why do I always feel that these handwritings are so strange? Are they really written by me? Wait, I always feel like I have forgotten something. What have I forgotten?"
"I remember trying to find an island...what island is it?"
"I recently heard that there is a black market nearby, where you can get all the information you want. Maybe I can go there and ask..."
next paragraph.
"I found it, I found it..."
"That island, the island I'm looking for, is called Rebirth Island!"
"That Rebirth Island is related to the [Dead River Sect] in the East China Sea Immortal Alliance! I will write down this news, Dead River Sect, Dead River Sect, Dead River Sect..."
At the end of the wall, the last remaining space was filled with three words:
Dead River Cult!
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When Lin Chen and Zhang Hao saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
They originally thought that this wall was just a monk's last words of resentment before he died. The reason why they watched patiently was just to collect some information.
But now it seems that they unexpectedly learned the news that they can change their talents, and... is it related to one of the nine major forces of the Immortal Alliance - the Dead River Sect?
And coincidentally, in the Lingnan land they walked out of, one of the two original sects - Xuanyin Sect, and the fallen God-Transforming Heavenly Lord behind it seemed to be a member of the Dead River Sect.
"Is it such a coincidence?" Lin Chen stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
According to his current information, the Dead River Sect is one of the top nine forces in the Immortal Alliance between heaven and earth. It is a terrifying existence that has been inherited for millions of years.
But for this sect of the Immortal Alliance's Dead River Sect, even in the memory of the inheritance of the gods, there are very few records about it.
The only thing that can be known is that they possess the most precious treasure [River of Death] passed down by ancient monks. They are suspected to have the terrifying ability to resurrect from the dead, and are responsible for managing the [True Name] in the Heaven-shaking Universe Formation. It can be said to be mysterious. Very.
And now, the other party seems to be related to changing the spiritual root talent...
"Dead River Cult?!" Zhang Hao frowned.
When it comes to the Huashen Sect, which has been passed down for millions of years, the secret behind this is probably not as simple as imagined.
"It's not that simple to change the talent. I can understand that it involves the power of transforming gods, but why did the original owner appear here and leave the writing on this wall?" Zhang Hao was a little confused.
"I don't know the specifics. After all, the long years in the past can cover up all traces, but I am vaguely certain now..." Lin Chen stretched out his hand to touch the writing on the wall, with an inexplicable look on his face, "The writing on this wall, Not a diary, not a last word."
(End of chapter)
