Zhao Kuo couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw Shen Yan's eyes staring at the old documents in his hand.
If you say Shen Yan is timid, he is really timid. Seeing a few corpses, his face turned white with fear.
But I am particularly interested in old documents that everyone fears and awes.
Zhao Kuo said: "After each revelation ceremony, the strengthened soul must be stabilized before the next revelation ceremony can be performed."
Shen Yan asked subconsciously: "Is there no way to speed up the stabilization of the soul?"
Zhao Kuo: "There are two commonly used methods. First, the singing of wandering poets accumulates over time, and the effect is good, but for a revelation ceremony that exceeds the capacity, it will take at least half a year."
Shen Yan: "Half a year, so long."
Zhao Kuo glanced at it. If there was no relief from the wandering poet's singing, it would have taken at least one or two years.
Zhao Kuo continued: "The second method is a silver dawn flower in the Emerald Forest, which grows on the banks of the Emerald River. This is a specialty of the Spirit Tribe."
"Eating it will stabilize the soul in about ten days."
Chen Yan's eyes lit up. This was a good thing. Unfortunately, he knew without asking that it must be very expensive. It grew in the territory of the Spirit Tribe and must be very rare in human cities. He probably couldn't afford it. Hey.
At this time, Jiang Yu and Uncle Guo also walked in.
Jiang Yu glanced at the big black hole on the bed and hissed: "The tunnel leading to the underground burning tower has been blocked for a long time, isn't it? Why is there one here?"
Zhao Kuo also frowned. There were very few people who knew the specific location of the corridor, but that person seemed to regard this corridor as a retreat?
Then he said: "Inform Ji Zhuo to handle it and let the security pavilion re-seal the corridor."
Whether it's discovering a dead person or sealing a tunnel, it's all meritorious service. Let Ji Zhuo handle it so that the money doesn't flow to outsiders.
The sky outside has become a little dark, and the clouds on the horizon seem to be stained with scarlet blood.
They made a lot of noise and attracted many onlookers.
Zhao Kuo... was stopped.
The fight just now damaged some houses, and the owners came in mourning to collect debts.
Zhao Kuo, a miser, has a very exciting face. He is afraid that he will lose half of the money he earns from the noodle stall.
It wasn't that easy to get the money out of his hands, and in the end he just agreed to repair the damaged house.
The reason is that there are two parties fighting, and the other compensation has to be paid by the person who escaped.
It seems reasonable.
After the negotiation was settled, he left.
Shen Yan thought to himself that he originally planned to wait until the business in the shop got better, so that Dong Da and the others would stop digging coal and just help out in the shop.
Now, Dong Da and the others have to come early to help people repair the house, and they probably won't have time to dig coal.
That's okay. After they started setting up stalls and doing business, they had to buy some things every day, such as wild vegetables and the like.
The prices of materials fluctuated somewhat among different sellers. It was just right for Dong Da to take people to shop more and buy cost-effective ones. The money saved was almost enough to replace their mining wages.
I can make more tables and stools in my free time, but I won’t have enough time anyway.
Tonight is definitely going to be a busy night for some.
Ji Zhuo drove a dilapidated patrol car, took people with him, collected the bodies, and sealed the tunnel.
A few people died, which is not a big deal in the mercenary city. Even the news may not make any waves, but the entrance to the sinister corridor was opened at home. This is a strange thing.
That is the road to hell. A hundred years ago, a legendary wizard named Uther broke into the underground tunnel without belief and never came out again.
Of course, the people of Mercenary City have been living like this for thousands of years, and they are not particularly afraid.
The earth contains virtues, can connect yin and yang, and can also cut off evil spirits. Just fill it with soil and seal it tightly enough.
…
Shen Yan returned to his residence early. The night did not belong to him. There were too many things floating around at night, and he did not turn a blind eye so quickly.
Listening to Li Sanniang play the pipa for a while, it stabilizes the soul, just half a year. Who makes him unable to afford the dawn flower? Anyway, the revelation ceremony is so terrible, he may not have the courage to do it again easily.
Shen Yan finally understood why it is said that becoming strong requires courage. It means using one's life to explore the unknown. Every time the price of being strong is paid for by fear.
Light the kerosene lamp and place it still on the windowsill.
Shen Yan lay on the bed, took out the shabby box he got today, and studied it by the light.
"Is it just a random box for old documents, or is there something special about it?"
Looking over and over, the patina on it shows its age, the weird relief patterns, and the era of its creation that cannot be determined specifically.
I watched the appearance for a round and found nothing more.
Shen Yan put his hand on the big eye on the door, moved his hand to the right, and opened the lid of the box.
Inside...it was empty, nothing.
But... there was a swelling in his head for no reason. Shen Yan couldn't help but frown and blinked. When he opened his eyes, Shen Yan was completely confused.
It's cold, there's an unknown amount of thick ice, and it's pitch black with no other light except starlight.
He stood on the top of an iceberg of unknown height. Behind him was a huge bronze door pulled by a huge chain. There was a huge eye on the door, mysterious and heavy.
The starry sky is brilliant, and the starlight shines on the huge bronze door, reflecting cyan light.
Shen Yan just stood under this huge door that reflected the starlight, dumbfounded.
This is an epic door, perhaps only described in mythical chronicles.
Shen Yan stretched out his hand and passed through the door.
Phantom?
Not an entity.
Where is he?
After being surprised for a while, Shen Yan looked around.
It was indeed on the top of a high mountain, there was no wind, and I couldn't even feel the cold. It was just my brain's reaction after seeing the ice, not the actual feeling of my body.
The mountain is very high, and under the mountain is... the endless sea?
The sea was so calm that there was no ripple at all, it was boundless and there was no end in sight.
Obviously the top of the mountain should be far away from the sea, but as long as Shen Yan concentrates on looking, he can see very clearly, as if he is holding a high-power telescope in his hand and can see the extremely distant scenery.
Even the ships on the sea and the people on them can be seen clearly.
There are many boats on the sea, small boats, single-person boats, motionless, and people standing on the boats, expressionless.
The number of ships on the sea is still increasing, appearing so suddenly on the sea, irregularly, and increasing very slowly.
Shen Yan couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, it was so weird.
But I don’t know why, but I feel familiar again.
It was very similar to the scene described in the diary he had read, and also like the pattern on the old box.
The key is why do you have such hallucinations?
Pollutants?
Shen Yan's first reaction was this, but it was very different from the last time he experienced hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.
The pain last time was so painful that the body instinctively wanted to end life and torture. The pain was uncontrollable, but this time, it was as calm as being alone on a high mountain, so lonely that there was no ripple.
Shen Yan was panicked at the beginning and gradually calmed down.
He is in the warehouse now, and there are so many people in the warehouse, which means that even if his body is doing some terrible things that he doesn't know about, it will be discovered by others at the first time.
After calming down, the current unknown situation doesn't seem so scary anymore.
Maybe it's just a dream?
He took a deep breath, and then continued to look at the ships on the sea and the people on them.
Is it also an illusory shadow? Look, there is no expression at all.
Shen Yan thought about it and reached out to touch the "portrait" on one of the ships. It was a wonderful and indescribable feeling. They were obviously far apart, but yet they seemed to be able to touch each other with their hands.
The moment Shen Yan's "hand" touched the motionless and expressionless "portrait", the people on the boat opened their doubtful eyes.
"Portrait" starts to come alive?
The boat under his feet also cut through the sea, moved forward, broke away from the group of "figures", and traveled to the center of the sea.
This is a rough-looking bearded uncle with a strange face and very easy to recognize. He is about the same age as Mr. Dong, but he looks more fierce and rude.
While the "portrait" came to life, there was an ancient scimitar in the bearded hand.
He did indeed come back to life, his expression was extremely rich. He was confused at first, as if he didn't know what happened at all, and then he lay on the boat in a panic and stabilized his body.
The boat is really small, just enough to accommodate one person. It's just like a tiny duckweed in the middle of the sea. It's really scary.
There was a hint of panic on the bearded face. Where was he?
High on the mountain, Shen Yan was also a little confused. What is the situation now?
Weird, mysterious, unknown, everything is unpredictable and uncontrollable.
Shen Yan suppressed the secrecy in his heart and said, "Who are you?"
Just as soon as his voice came out, the originally calm sea suddenly became violent, like the most terrifying storm hitting the entire sea. The small boat fell and took off in the storm, and was about to be knocked over in the endless sea at any time. As small as dust.
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The city of mercenaries, where the fearless mercenary group is stationed.
The bearded Cheng Tongxu is in the room. He recently performed a revelation ceremony and borrowed the revelations made from the aberrations that were recently infected in the city.
Unexpectedly, the infection ability of the revelation is quite strong. According to the announcement from the security booth, it was said that he was infected by the corpse in the ruins. That is indeed unusual.
Cheng Tongaxe rubbed his head, which still had a headache, and touched an ancient scimitar in his hand.
It was an unknown scimitar, sold to him by one of his former brothers.
Because of this incident, the two of them had a conflict. The brother narrowly escaped death and obtained two holy weapons from the ruins. As a brother, he directly sold him the scimitar.
But after wearing it for many years, it was completely impossible to perform the "Lin Yuan Ceremony."
He had a loud mouth, a rude personality, and couldn't speak his mind, so he complained a few words without thinking, and said a few words carelessly, this scimitar must be a false holy weapon.
After all, the number of pseudo-sacred artifacts is truly astonishing and difficult to distinguish. He didn't expect that these mere words would reach his brother's ears.
As a result, a gap developed between the two, and their iron-clad relationship came to an end.
When he thought of this, Cheng Tongaxu wanted to slap himself in the mouth. What a good brother. We have walked many bloody roads before, but we have not been in contact with each other for many years.
He now wants to call out the heroic spirit in the scimitar as soon as possible, and use this method of slapping himself to prove that he was talking nonsense in the first place.
But, the more I think about this, the less likely I am to trigger the Linyuan Ritual.
A rude person can only hide in his room and sigh.
At this time, inexplicably, a strong pulling force came in my mind.
When he got used to this sudden weird feeling, he found that he was actually on a very small boat, which was rippling on the endless sea. He was so scared that he lay down on the boat reflexively.
what's the situation?
He was so confused, wasn't he in the room reminiscing about the iron-blooded friendship of the past?
They didn't even understand the situation. Suddenly, a thunderous voice came from above: "Who..."
"who……"
Huge thunder exploded in my ears, it really exploded, and even the calm sea began to tremble, crazy, and galloping.
The huge waves rolled up made him think that the boat under him would be overturned in the endless sea at the next moment.
Flustered and frightened, when Cheng Tongaxu raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound, he realized that the panic and fright he had just felt was nothing.
It was an extremely majestic mountain standing on the sea. There was no light on the mountain, only stars. Flying stars streaked across the sky, which was extremely mysterious.
Under the stars, there was an indescribably huge door, and an all-knowing and all-powerful eye on the door was looking at him.
The door emits light, making it difficult to see clearly.
But from a very, very far away distance, he could vaguely see a person under the extremely tall door, a person clothed in starlight.
The man stood under the door and spoke with a thunderous voice that could roll up the entire sea.
Cheng Tongaxe's mouth opened and could no longer be closed.
He seemed to have encountered unimaginable unknown, mysterious, and extraordinary beings. Perhaps only the poems of those old wandering poets who traveled across the land in search of countless relics would have such scattered records.
Shen Yan was extremely surprised when he saw the changes in the sea surface. Was it caused by his voice?
What can I say aloud to confirm this idea? Shen Yan couldn't help but look at the ancient scimitar in the hand of the bearded man with a frightened expression who was trying desperately to keep the balance of the ship.
