Shen Yan had a smooth conversation with Xianyang, the abyssal ghost who was responsible for providing the bricks and stones.
All the masonry specifications and other requirements were written down in pen.
Shen Yan estimated that each type of bricks and stones had different uses. His current role was more to provide materials as required. He really didn't know the specific construction content. The two ancestors did not communicate with laymen in this regard.
Abyss Man Ghost Xianyang looked at the contents on the paper. The specifications, size, fineness and hardness of the materials were all written very clearly.
Said: "I will get some of each out first. If there is no problem, I will supply it on a large scale according to the requirements."
The quantity requirements are quite a lot, but for the Abyss, it is really not a problem. Comparing the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group with the entire Abyss, the size is completely two levels.
For a business like this, he wouldn't have been able to come forward before, but this transaction was really special and he had to ensure that everything was foolproof and the promise should be fulfilled as soon as possible.
Shen Yan nodded, this is best.
After sending Xianyang away, Shen Yan turned his attention to Zhao Lan. Shen Yan had the experience of being secretly cursed by a curse master, so he was very concerned about Zhao Lan's inexplicable and strange situation.
I happened to accompany Zhao Lan to wait for Bai Song. Bai Song from the White Goose Clan also comes here to eat every day, which is about the same time.
Not long after, a big white goose walked out of the city leisurely like an old man. Xiao Duan held a steel fork in his hand. People who didn't know better thought that the big white goose was a knight of the vast sea.
This is Bai Song's disguise. The Hanhai Knight is particularly good at fighting. When fighting, his momentum is very scary, so no one dares to cause trouble for him.
Bai Song immediately saw Shen Yan and Zhao Lan in the shop and walked over: "Why did you just get together today?"
Shen Yan replied casually: "It's a coincidence."
Then he got to the topic: "Zhao Lan, the unlucky guy, seems to be in trouble again. Show him if he's been plotted against."
The person involved and Bai Song: "..."
Someone who has been so unlucky continuously cannot be described as bad luck. There may be traces of all coincidences.
Bai Song put the steel fork in his hand on the table: "Then don't beat me later. When I was chatting with the old men in the city recently, I kept getting beaten for no reason, and now I dare not leave the steel fork. "
After saying that, he took off a pocket watch from the goose's neck: "I bought this from someone else at a big price. It's the craftsmanship of the people and ghosts of the abyss. It's very interesting."
He said to Zhao Lan: "Wait a minute, listen carefully to the sound coming from the pocket watch, and keep your eyes on its swing trajectory. Your mental power is stronger than mine, so you can't resist the whole process, otherwise you will fail."
"If someone has done something to you, then you will definitely have an intersection with him, but you can't remember him. My ritual can stimulate your subconscious and make you remember memories that you have forgotten."
Bai Song grabbed the pocket watch in his hand and placed it in front of Zhao Lan.
The pocket watch slipped from the palm of my hand and started to swing like a pendulum.
Shen Yan watched from the sidelines. This ritual was very similar to hypnosis, a way of communicating with the subconscious.
The human subconscious is very powerful, and it saves many fragments that even one cannot remember.
The scene was very noisy. Zhao Lan looked at the swinging pocket watch and tried to hear the sounds inside the pocket watch clearly.
Not long after, he
He felt a force seeming to pull him,
His mental strength began to resist in a self-protective manner.
Zhao Lan tried his best to relax.
The noisy sounds in my ears seemed to slowly disappear,
There is nothing in the world except the sound of the pocket watch.
Shen Yan looked at Zhao Lan who was lying on the table and breathing evenly, and asked Bai Song in a low voice, "Is this okay?"
Bai Song replied: "It depends on whether he has any memory of this matter."
"Human memory is very strange. Memories with shallow impressions will be forgotten first. There are also some things that should be remembered, but they are deliberately forgotten because of resistance in the heart."
During this matter, Zhao Lan was in a blurry scene, surrounded by fog and couldn't see clearly.
Zhao Lan was very confused, where is this place?
Why does it give him a very familiar feeling?
It seems to be a room?
The dark room was so dark and so silent that there was no sound.
There seemed to be something in the middle of the room. He clearly couldn't see it, but he somehow knew what should be there.
Zhao Lan walked over and reached out to touch it.
Wooden, cold, rectangular.
Zhao Lan's body trembled unconsciously, and an inexplicable fear enveloped him in an instant.
What he touched should be a coffin.
Why is there such a thing in his memory?
At this time, there seemed to be a sound coming from outside the room.
It was the sound of the door opening, the sound of footsteps.
The door to the room was opened. No, it wasn't a door, it was a staircase. Someone came down the stairs. Is this room a basement?
The visitor couldn't see clearly, but it seemed to be a woman holding a child.
The child was so young that he had to be held by someone when walking, his steps were hobbled, and he was dressed like a young gentleman from an aristocratic family.
The woman approached the coffin with the child. The woman held a dagger in her hand and cut the child's wrist, which was still ignorant.
Blood began to drip on the coffin drop by drop.
The child cried instantly because of the pain: "Mother..."
The sound of shouting was instantly covered by the woman's hands, and no matter how hard the child struggled or fluttered his hands and feet, he did not let go.
Zhao Lan was awakened by the child's voice.
His face was covered in cold sweat, his hands and feet were cold, and his body was shaking.
The noisy sounds around him reached his ears, but it still made him feel cold.
Shen Yan asked: "Are you okay?"
Zhao Lan was breathing very steadily just now, as if he was asleep, but suddenly, his whole face became extremely frightened.
Zhao Lan shook his head: "It's okay."
Bai Song asked from the side: "What did you see? Your question is what is the reason for your weird impulse. This ritual of mine can spread your thoughts into your subconscious and let you get the answer subconsciously."
"As for what the answer is, only you know."
Zhao Lan said: "I didn't see anything."
"It's just... a nightmare."
Just as Bai Song was about to speak, Zhao Lan stood up: "I have been out for so long, I have to go back."
Finished
Without waiting for a response, he just left.
Bai Song scratched his head: "I'm mentally ill, so ill that I can't even explain it."
Shen Yan frowned and looked at the back of Zhao Lan who was leaving. This young man must have seen something just now, but why was he unwilling to say it?
When Shen Yan came back to his senses, Bai Songzheng stared at Shen Yan without blinking, and the head of a big white goose almost hit Shen Yan's face.
"Shen Yan, you are also mentally ill. How about I hypnotize you? My hypnosis ritual was discovered by Archbishop Geras in the hidden words in an ancient book. It is very powerful."
A look of anticipation.
Shen Yan: "..."
He probably knew why Bai Song was always being chased and beaten.
Shen Yan now has to rush to the Emerald Forest to perfect the cloisonné craftsmanship with Elder Dongqing, so as to obtain the timber felling rights for an area of the Spirit Clan as soon as possible.
Now they are constantly recruiting construction workers, and the station is also demolishing old houses and digging foundations. There is no place to put the animals they raise. The sooner they get the right to use a piece of the Emerald Forest, the sooner they can build a shack for these animals.
Where is the time to play hypnotic games with the big white goose?
Shangcheng District, where the Jagged Mercenary Group is stationed.
Zhao Lan returned to the station in a daze all the way. The brothers in the regiment looked at Zhao Lan with some confusion on the way.
"Zhao Lan, why does your face look wrong?"
Zhao Lan has always been sunny and full of energy, as if he can make the surroundings warm. With a sudden change, it is easy for others to notice the difference.
Zhao Lan had a smile on his face: "It's probably because the weather has turned colder, so I'll just come back and add some clothes."
While saying hello, he walked towards a tall building in the station.
This is a tall building with an incongruous style, which is common in small tall buildings like Brahma Emperor City.
Outside the small high-rise building, there were several people watching. Seeing Zhao Lan arriving, they looked at each other.
Then he said: "Zhao Lan, come to see your mother?"
"Mrs. Hailis was injured too much that day and needs to rest. It is not convenient to be disturbed."
Zhao Lan said: "I was there that day, and my mother only suffered some superficial injuries."
"I only want to pay a visit and won't delay my mother's recovery."
After saying that, he walked directly into the room.
Several people looked at each other. They were indeed worried that Zhao Lan and Bei'er would come here from time to time at first. But to their surprise, what they worried about did not happen. Zhao Lan and Bei'er suddenly stopped coming here.
Ben still found it strange. Zhao Lan and Bei'er had deep feelings for Mrs. Hailis in the past. After all, Mrs. Hailis raised them both from childhood. Mrs. Hailis didn't even allow anyone to interfere with her raising children. She does everything with her own hands, including eating, changing clothes, seeing a doctor, etc.
Zhao Lan walked into the room. The room was very quiet, with only a beam of light shining in from the window.
Mrs. Haylis was standing in the beam of light, praying to the black goat picture hanging on the wall.
Seeing Zhao Lan come in, Mrs. Hailis said: "Have you done your prayers today? I heard that Belle was sent to some academy by you? She hasn't been seen for a few days."
Zhao Lan stood there and spoke after a while: "Dear mother, I shouldn't have come, but I have a question in my heart that has been confusing me. I hesitated for a long time, and finally I decided
I want to get answers from you. "
Zhao Lan: "Am I... really your biological child?"
“If you compare me or your God, which one of us is more important?”
Mrs. Haylis looked over in confusion: "Are you crazy? Who doesn't know about the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group? I have brought you and Belle together since childhood, and I have never borrowed anything from others, big or small."
Zhao Lan looked at Mrs. Hailis seriously: "I don't borrow others' hands, and I do everything myself. Is it really because of love? Or... or because... you are afraid that others will find out that you gave your biological son to Sacrifice to your faith!"
Outside the city, outside the Emerald Forest.
More than 400 students are living here freely.
Because they were so close to the river, Capa never took his eyes off these students.
For example, right now, Belle is too close to the river.
Capa reached out to pull Belle's wrist, but the quiet little girl suddenly became very frightened and her body trembled unconsciously.
She has had this problem since she was a child. If anyone touches her wrist, she will become like this unconsciously. She doesn't know why.
At this time, all major cities.
Compared with the mercenary city's resistance and indifferent attitude towards the Holy See, other cities are different. They all have at least one church.
The strength of the Holy See is actually very powerful, but it is too scattered. It is scattered to other cities on the earth, which makes Brahma Emperor City look weaker.
There is an unknown crypt under each church in these cities on the earth.
At this time, in every basement, there was a young man or woman wearing clergy clothing, slit their wrists, and dripped blood on a coffin as they did every day.
There are countless scratches on these people's wrists, some of which have long since healed due to too much time, and some of which are particularly fresh. !
