"Master Lingzu, I suspect that there may be a creature much more powerful than me, and I don't know when it sneaked into my place quietly."
The Supreme Elder looked around suspiciously, and even released his senses to cover the entire retreat, trying to find any clues in the long years of time and space.
However, except for the traces of his own comings and goings, there were no traces belonging to the second being.
But why did a book appear out of thin air?
Seeing this situation, Zhao Fan smiled and said: "Sir, there is no need to waste your energy like this. Who would have nothing to do, so he came to your mansion and put a book down, but didn't take anything? Maybe, it was you who remembered wrong."
Immediately, he jokingly said: "It can't be that other books have laid the eggs, right?"
"Hmm..." The Supreme Elder nodded on the surface, but he was unconvinced in his heart. As the Saint Ancestor of the Three Rules, how could he unknowingly have deviations in his memory?
Or, the creature who placed this book is above him, at least the Saint Ancestor of the Four Rules, and is good at hiding his whereabouts.
Or... there seems to be no second possibility.
"Take it out for me first. It's a book that you don't even remember. I'm quite interested in what's written in it."
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Zhao Fan said with a smile.
In fact, this is just an excuse. I don’t know why, even though it was my first time to see the nameless blood-covered book, I felt familiar from some unknown source.
"Okay." The Supreme Elder moved the book out and handed it directly to Zhao Fan's hand. He did not perceive the words in it at all.
Zhao Fan opened it casually.
The first page has no content.
The second page has no content.
The third, fourth and last page are like this!
"No words?"
Zhao Fan looked at this wordless blood book inexplicably, but the inexplicable feeling of familiarity always existed.
From the moment he got the wordless blood book, he was sure that it was not an illusion.
However, this kind of familiarity is not due to chance and good fortune. The origin of Zhao Fan's consciousness is also extremely certain.
"I want it."
Zhao Fan put the wordless blood book into Quanyu Zhiyu and planned to study it carefully later.
Next, Zhao Fan looked at other objects in the Taishang Elder's private vault.
About half an hour later.
Zhao Fan shook his head and said, "That's it. My young master's anger is gone, and you and the Xiyu family can feel at ease."
"Then what I said before..." The Supreme Elder was afraid that the other party would forget.
"Haha, I will return to the Lord's Tower in a while. Just wait for the news."
Zhao Fan shrugged.
"Thank you, Master Lingzu."
The Supreme Elder said happily: "I will prepare a banquet right now."
"No need, I have other things to do, so I'll leave first."
Zhao Fan shook his head and refused.
It is still unclear when Lord Lame will be able to create an opportunity for him to meet Tao Zu.
Coming to the Spanish language family has already delayed us for most of the day.
Zhao Fan wanted to go to the location of the bloody well first and see what the current situation was like.
If we can still go to the bloody city, we have a way out! ! !
"Okay then." The Supreme Elder nodded, not daring to complain at all. Instead, he had a very good attitude and no temper at all.
"No need to send me off. I'll see you back at the Lord's Tower."
Zhao Fan waved his hand, escaped into the feathers of Quan Yu, and shuttled away from the Xiyu tribe.
The Supreme Elder was left alone in the mansion with tears streaming down his face, sometimes excited and sometimes imagining.
…
After Zhao Fan left the Xiyu tribe, he headed for his destination at the fastest shuttle speed of Quan Yuzhiyu.
After arriving, we found that it was now a lake of stagnant water.
The lake water turned black and smelly.
Bones of dead fish can be seen floating everywhere.
"this……"
Zhao Fan looked at the stagnant water of the lake in astonishment, feeling a little depressed.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the Bloody Well is still around.
"First dive into the bottom of the lake to explore."
Zhao Fan had no choice but to control Quan Yuzhiyu and dive under the lake.
Because there seems to be some restriction on the lake.
The depth of exploration of the perception is limited, so we can only go down and take a look.
After a while.
Quan Yuzhiyu got into the smelly bottom of the lake.
Full of mud.
What surprised Zhao Fan was that there was still a group of people under the stagnant lake.
The body is half human and half fish.
However, she is not the mermaid she is known to be.
It doesn’t even have any sense of beauty.
The reason is that the upper body of this group is a fish!
The people are down there!
Let’s just call them fishmen.
Zhao Fan walked around for a while.
The fish-men tribe has its own cultivation civilization.
The accent they used when communicating turned out to be that of Nanjun, the core domain.
"This fish-men group originated from the core realm?"
Zhao Fan's expression changed.
If it's true.
There are too many possibilities.
Like guarding the bloody well or something...
Zhao Fan thought for a while and then directly asked Quan Yuzhiyu to come to the largest underwater palace among the fishmen.
He felt it.
Among them were a bunch of fish-creature auras, and the most powerful one turned out to be the Saint Ancestor of the Four Rules.
Zhao Fan sneaked into the palace quietly.
He came near the Saint Ancestor of the Four Rules Murlocs and observed in secret.
The opponent's fish head is a shark.
The shape of the buttocks, legs and feet is somewhat similar to that of a woman.
This murloc saint is sleeping.
The layout of the bedroom is extremely simple, except for the bed and a table. It's like expressing that ordinary life is extremely monotonous and boring.
Soon.
A voice sounded outside the dormitory, "Clan leader, please see me."
The fish-man saint opened his eyes and spoke with a beautiful female voice, "It's Luo Fei, come in."
next moment.
A tilapia-headed man at the pinnacle of the ancestral realm pushed open the door and knelt down respectfully in front of the fish-man saint ancestor. As if he mustered up all his courage, he said: "I want to... go out."
"go out?"
The fish-man saint was silent for a moment, "Where do you mean? Back to our hometown, or to the inner world outside the lake?"
"hometown!"
Luo Fei's ancestral realm said seriously: "We, the Big Fish people, have stayed here for endless years. Saint Ancestor Zhu Xin's kindness to our Big Fish people is like a savior. However, now, the battle between the factions has long ended. The Lord's side has become the only ruler here, while the Heart-killing Saint Ancestor's side has all fallen. I don't know what the meaning of our staying here is..."
"well."
The Fishman Saint Ancestor shook his head slightly and sighed: "Luo Fei, I sometimes often wonder what the meaning of what you said is. However, in our early days, we were not tolerated by other races. We are the Heart-killing Saint Ancestors, in the realm of the heart. He carved out a piece of pure land, took in our tribe, and allowed us to live freely. He even gave us guidance and gave rise to a complete cultivation civilization. With his guidance, we no longer have to crawl around in the dark. "
Luo Fei's eyes struggled in his ancestral realm.
"well."
The Fish-Man Saint Ancestor sighed again, and then said: "Later, a faction dispute emerged, and we joined the side of the Heart-killing Saint Ancestor without hesitation."
