Zuo Dao was in the same situation as Yan Fang. He walked around the Li family ancestral hall and found that there was nothing he needed to care about, such as spiritual paper, spiritual paper, or spiritual paper.
That’s really not even a single one——
In this way, after confirming that there were no cultivators in this place, and that there were no places to pay attention to except the ancient well, he began to send out little paper people one after another to take action on his behalf, and he himself left here and came to the back mountain. From a high point, start to overlook the layout of the ancestral hall.
"The first attempt has begun." He thought as he stepped back and came to a small flat place.
Thirty-three small paper figures suddenly appeared next to Zuo Dao. They were floating around him. At first glance, they seemed to be randomly arranged, but upon closer inspection, there was another mystery.
Then, the Ta Gang Step Fight, which had not been used for a long time, was started again.
The so-called step-fighting was when the powerful men of the past used the power of the heavenly phenomena and stars to arouse the power of the human world. However, with the end of the Dharma era, it gradually swallowed up the blazing sun like a solar eclipse.
In later generations, with the reduction of spiritual energy and the limitations of later generations' cultivation, Ta Gang Bu Dou also changed his thinking, and gradually improved to using his own thoughts, methods, and energy to activate small-scale terrain, and the 'gang' in it also gradually reduced to a concept.
What Zuo Dao is using now is the latter, because in this world where many secrets are hidden, he does not dare to randomly stir up the real stars. He will also not explore the names of the gods in the past world before clarifying the truth. Whether power is useful in this world.
Not to mention that his cultivation can't really attract the stars, unless one day his spiritual cultivation can enter the third stage: the spiritual light shines.
At that time, it will be possible to touch the threshold of the powerful people in the past, based on the past derivation of this method.
While Zuo Dao was making strange steps, the little paper figures that emerged also did the same.
Trickery·Paper Cutting——Gathering Spirits into Formation
Bugang——Jishengang
Ji Shen Gang (Note 1), through the Bu Gang stage, forcibly gather one's own soul and spirit, and use it with various spells to temporarily and harmlessly improve the strength and quality of one's own soul. In the past, it was common for monks to have weak cultivation and weak souls. Even communicating with the gods is very difficult, so this method was extended.
At the same time, one person stepped on thirty-three pieces of paper at the same time.
An invisible force begins to emanate from the soul in this void, so that this phenomenon branches out to one end of the world and generates ripple-like fluctuations in one place.
In Zuo Dao's mind, he was converging all the power of the divine power on his soul, and then activating the paper man to contact the outside world, trying to reconnect.
Before he came, Master Nan Ming's seemingly intentional or unintentional "reminder" was made known to Zuo Dao.
He and his party had to come here this time. Although the old man didn't say it clearly, he had some guesses.
——The other party probably wants less uncertain interference.
Zuo Dao was also clear about this.
He has reviewed countless things that happened after he came to Huacheng.
If you put aside your own existence, I am afraid that Huacheng will still be sunny and sunny on the surface. Several fatalities caused by mysterious events will occur from time to time, and it will not be until a certain month or year in the future that it finally occurs. ….
Just because of his arrival, many people's arrangements were disrupted.
Especially that day at home, the shadow man crawled out like a Sadako through Li Jia's order book. After he "added some information", the situation became even more out of control.
As a colleague, Zuo Dao naturally "considerately" accommodated the other person's ideas and suggestions.
Let’s all form a “good relationship”.
Of course, if the task he received at that time made Zuo Dao feel seriously in danger, then he would naturally have a way to get rid of it.
But in the end, it was learned that his first mission after being reinstated and promoted was actually the place where Li Jia left Cheng Quan's wife and daughter.
This made Zuo Dao also become interested, so he chose to come here.
But what is quite surprising is that the branch of events can actually isolate the paper spirits, causing a considerable number of them to lose contact.
This made Zuo Dao feel a little uncomfortable, because he knew that something must be happening outside now, which gave him a sense of crisis for a person like him who, even if he could not control the overall situation, still had to understand the overall situation.
Therefore, after the task given by the branch of events, in his subsequent actions, the most important first sequence in his mind was not to explore the details of this "world".
Instead, we should first solve the problem of internal and external connections, and there is another reason for this, and that is - there are still several inscriptions written by essence and blood in my home that have not been burned yet!
Those are some big treasure guys.
He was originally prepared to use it in time when he was in trouble here, far more than those invisible aids!
But because of the current situation...it can no longer be used.
Zuo Dao is unhappy.
When the powerful spiritual thoughts began to contact the paper spirits and paper men in the outside world, Zuo Dao realized how weird this ghost place was.
He could vaguely feel their presence, but it was as if they were separated by a layer of double-sided glass, with full noise reduction ratios, so that it became like a wall separating yin and yang. How could he "shout"? It's no use.
"It's not just isolation, it's a bit like a long delay..." Zuo Dao continued to follow the rhyme, his eyes thoughtful:
"The branch of events...the branch of events...could it be that we really entered a time in the past?"
After several back and forths, Zuo Dao stopped trying and the paper people stopped swinging. He looked neither sad nor happy:
"This won't work, it consumes too much.
"Whether it's isolation or being twisted into a time loop, contacting the outside world cannot be solved by brute force.
"If it's isolated, I need to find a weak point to break through. If it's a time cycle, then I need to find a suitable "path." Both of these require time. "
He turned his left hand, and a new little paper man appeared in his palm, jumping up and down.
Zuo Dao tossed it lightly and walked out. The little paper man took his place.
"Let these paper figures try on my behalf, using a small amount of spiritual thoughts and their own spiritual energy to see if they can find weak points and shortcuts. Let this be a try."
Since "asking for help and watching the show" outside the venue was fruitless, we had to be busy with matters within the Xiang branch for the time being.
...
Continuing down the mountain behind the ancestral hall, there is a forest land. Under the teachings of the tribe since childhood, this place has always been forbidden to enter. According to the oral tradition of the older generation, there are not only wild beasts in the mountains, but also There are many strange rumors. ….
However, today, two elders led a group of sturdy tribesmen, and some young men who would most likely become the backbone of the family in the future, and mysteriously got into the forest.
This group of people did not go very far. After about two-quarters of an hour's journey, they came to a place with a stream, and then repaired it here.
The young guys were very curious and looked around, but they were warned to look more and talk less when they arrived, so they could only look at each other to resolve the words they were holding back.
In the distance, a man with a fierce face poked out half of his face. The magic light flashed in his eyes, and Yan Fang whispered: "I'm here."
Not long ago, after he obtained the knife he needed through special means, the little paper man from the left immediately told him the new situation. Knowing that there might be a spiritual material inside, he decided to come over and look for opportunities. Grab a little and go.
"I'm getting closer. The road in the forest is difficult." said the little paper man following Yan Fang.
"Well, if they complete the deal first, I will take action before you come."
"good."
On the other side of the stream, two elders, Shingen and Shinara, gathered together and were communicating quietly.
"It's strange, why haven't you come yet? Logically speaking, it should be here by now." Xinhuang glanced at the sky.
"Yes, do you want to send someone to look at them?" Shingen thought for a moment.
"No
That's right, those businessmen are very jealous of us following their way. "
"Forget it, just wait and see."
At this moment, birds flew away from the other end of the stream, and the vines in the forest also began to sway. The accompanying old tribesmen immediately stood up or approached the two elders. The young tribesmen who participated for the first time reacted slightly slower. Some, but also keeping up.
Soon, a group of caravans emerged from the other end.
Rather than talking about a caravan, perhaps it would be more appropriate to use a human transport brigade?
Among the people in Gain's group, many of them were lean and carrying a large box.
On both sides of these transporters, there were a large number of warriors with swords.
At this time, a man with a rich face and a slightly embarrassed body walked out from the middle of the team. He smiled and clasped his fists:
"Haha, I didn't expect that the two elders came in person and kept you waiting for so long.
"It was a miserable journey. We encountered a lot of troubles. There were problems with the animals. We had to unload the goods and move them here. Fortunately, we were not late!"
Hearing this, the two elders took a few steps across the stream and came forward to greet each other for a moment, and then got to the point:
"Manager Zhang, are there any problems with our goods?" Shingen looked concerned.
"How can there be any problem? If there was any problem, I would have already apologized to Lao Zhang." Manager Zhang quickly waved his hand and said, turning around and waving his hand:
"Quickly, show the goods to the two elders."
During the greeting, Manager Zhang continued to smile and said:
"Thanks to the care of the Li family for so many years, I have been able to grow from a small gang to a manager. You are now my big customers. I will take this opportunity to send some small gifts to you. This is also the special request of our boss. Can the two elders and everyone else take a look first?"
The two elders of the Li family looked at each other and saw each other's doubts. Xinhuang smiled back at each other:
"How about Manager Zhang attend the celebration with us and meet the clan leader to discuss follow-up matters and watch it together?"...
Manager Zhang rubbed his hands and replied quickly:
"No, no, no, there is a difference. Let's take a look first so it's easier to hold!"
The two elders of the Li family were reluctant to accept the hospitality and nodded, but they did not forget their roles and first went to the place where the goods were placed to check them one by one.
Yan Fang, who was hiding in another place, used the contraction of his distance to increase his vision, and he could vaguely see that the goods ranged from cloth to minerals. Unfortunately, he was not a history major, and Zuo Dao, although a history major, was just an ordinary student. The identity and the real history that they have access to are limited, and neither of them can deduce any details.
As the inspections continued, the two elders of the Li family came to the last few wooden boxes. These wooden boxes were all carved with patterns, which were very important at a glance.
After being introduced by the steward, he whispered to them, causing the elders to look up.
In the distance, Yan Fang heard the word "Sand of Dreams" through the little paper man who had been following him all the way from the back hall. He stooped slightly, as if he was gathering strength.
At this time, Manager Li, who ran to the side to pick up something unknown, came over with a small wooden box in his hand and a smile on his face. When he saw the two of them walking towards the most important cargo of the trip, he hurriedly introduced it:
"Two elders, this is the finest Dreaming Sand. Its purity is an item that can be dedicated to ██ even in ███!"
Shinara and Shingen just nodded and took out an item hidden in an iron can from the wooden cabinet. He placed it on the wooden cabinet and then opened the cover.
When it is opened, the colorful sand crystals resting in the iron jar shine like gemstones under the scattered sunlight in the forest, making it dazzling.
At this time, Elder Shingen took out a 30-centimeter-long spoon-shaped tool from his waist, looked inside the tin can, and finally took out a small spoonful of sand and studied it carefully. After a long time, he nodded with satisfaction:
"Very good. Thank you for your hard work, Manager Zhang."
At this point, Shingen Shinara showed a more sincere smile.
Manager Zhang also smiled. He placed the small box in his hand on the waist-high wooden cabinet and made a gesture of invitation.
The elders of the Li family knew that this was what Manager Zhang meant, so he was slightly curious.
They got closer and Shingen opened the button and opened it.
Unexpectedly, when the wooden box was opened, Manager Zhang crouched down and ran in the same direction as he was running back and forth, while strange dust sprayed out from the wooden box and enveloped the faces and noses of the two elders, causing their expressions to suddenly change. Change.
Don't wait for them to issue any warning.
Such an extreme sense of chokehold that they could only grab their own necks with both hands and stare angrily!
At the same time, the Li family members were handing over the confirmed goods.
As a result, just when they noticed something fishy about the movement, the caravan guards who had been approaching at some point had a hard look on their faces, took their swords out of their sheaths, and started to kill them brazenly!
In an instant, the sound of killing was loud and the light of swords was everywhere.
Seeing this situation, Yan Fang, who had been preparing for a long time, knew that his opportunity had come——
"Jiju Style·Sword Jue" The magic formula engraved suddenly circulated in his mind, and the two swords he snatched were covered with black lines.
The two common spells "Spell·Speed" and "Spell·Focus" are still Yan Fang's favorite spells in battle. They allow him to have faster and stronger power with very few side effects. ….
In an instant, he turned into a phantom like a cheetah in the forest and rushed into the battle group. Regarding his arrival, both the knife-wielding clansmen of the Li family and the warriors of the trading company were all slightly shocked, so that they rarely stopped him.
In less than five breaths, he held his breath and came to the two elders who were already turning purple.
The two elders of the Li family saw Yan Fang in their minds, with complicated expressions in their eyes. They opened their mouths but could not say anything.
Yan Fang glanced at them and had no time to explore what the other party wanted to say. He immediately picked up the Sand of Dreams on the wooden cabinet and evacuated.
"Be careful, nine o'clock direction!" At this time, the little paper man hidden next to Yan Fang warned.
The moment he got the warning, Yan Fang also heard the evil wind piercing the air coming from the left. Without thinking, he moved his figures together and swung his two swords together. With a clanging sound, he knocked down several arrows to the ground. The force coming from the sword let him know that there might be another problem behind this sudden fight.
But the elders on the ground and the people fighting were not so lucky.
Just one wave of shooting resulted in heavy casualties, and a group of soldiers emerged from deeper in the jungle. They were wearing black armor, holding swords and shields in their hands, and their faces were made of iron. All the details showed their extraordinary identities.
The most eye-catching thing is that among the soldiers, Steward Zhang shook his body and stood next to an old man in rich clothes.
The old man had a headache, his hands naturally dropped, and he glanced at everyone with a blank expression. Finally, he looked at Yan Fang in surprise. Then, as if he noticed something, he suddenly raised his head and stared at somewhere in the sky.
He said to himself without anyone else being able to hear clearly:
"There is actually a second monk?"
After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed in the air.
What the other party was pointing at was the little paper figurine that had followed them all the way from the back hall—!
And before these things happen——
The paper figures overlooking the surroundings never noticed this group of people dressed as sergeants.
It wasn't until the elders of the Li family were tricked and Manager Zhang ran in that direction that the paper man, who had always turned on his spiritual vision, vaguely realized that something was wrong, and a strange sense of crisis lingered in Zuo Dao's heart.
Immediately afterwards, the scene in that area was distorted, and then many lurking armored soldiers suddenly appeared. Some of them were holding powerful crossbows, and some were holding swords, shields and spears.
The most eye-catching thing is that one of the old men happened to have his hands spread apart. He shook his hands as if he was a little tired.
And the faint spiritual energy radiating from his body shocked Zuo Dao, and he thought of a very old-fashioned sentence by accident.
"You guys from Gouba World still say you don't know how to cultivate immortality -" said a certain personality.
"Then why do modern people not practice alone, but use magic rituals? 』Calm personality thinking.
"It's no surprise that they are targeting the Li family, and the source of this branch of the incident may come from here?" ” The conspiracy personality makes a judgment.
But not waiting for more people
Everyone expressed their opinions, and Zuo Dao saw the old man looking at his paper man. When they looked at each other, Zuo Dao also saw the light flashing in the other man's eyes.
"The other party has also mastered the method of obtaining acquired spiritual vision through practice. There is no doubt that he is a practitioner. 』
When the old man raised his hand and pointed, the figure of the little paper man flashed, but what was troublesome was that there was a force that made the surroundings of the little paper man become sticky, and the flying speed was greatly reduced, until it was finally completely trapped. ….
"General Zheng, thank you." The old man said.
As soon as he finished speaking, an armored soldier stood up.
There are tiger heads cast on his shoulder armor, and from the armor mask to the whole body, it is more military uniform, highlighting his status.
He drew out his saber, stepped forward calmly, and slashed into the air. A burst of saber energy burst through the air, cutting the paper man in two.
"This world is still playing the stuff of the Chinese martial arts world, isn't it? Everyone has developed internal skills?" "This thought flashed through the little paper man before he died.
The sergeant didn't have any fluctuations in the magic, and he was able to swing out such a sword with a burst of inner energy. It was so outrageous that he opened the door to such outrageousness.
Therefore, when the group of people came out, the little paper man hidden on Yan Fang said directly:
"Run away immediately. This group of people is very difficult to deal with. They have very powerful people who can spot my paper man. They have suspected abilities such as "spiritual vision". "
After hearing this, Yan Fang hugged the tin can and left faster than when he came, but the direction of his escape was not to the temple.
Obviously, Yan Fang came to the branch of events through them, and the sudden appearance of this group of people all explained the "direction" of the other party's true purpose.
If you run towards the ancestral hall at this time, there is no other possibility except being hacked to death on the road or being chased away by the enemy's main force.
And even if you can return to the ancestral hall, how to explain why you came back from that place is still a problem.
What's more - in Yan Fang's opinion, the moves the other party showed made him feel that the people in the ancestral hall couldn't stop him at all.
Yan Fang's escape naturally attracted the attention of the soldiers. After the crossbowmen failed to shoot a few tentative arrows, his figure had completely disappeared.
At this time, General Zheng, who sheathed his sword, pointed to several people:
"A group of you, go after him, all you need is your ears."
The soldier who was named answered yes, and a small team instantly chased in the direction of Yan Fang.
At this time, General Zheng walked up to the old man in Chinese clothes and asked:
"Master Engineer, what was in the sky just now was magic?"
The old man in rich clothes squinted his eyes and nodded: "If I read it correctly."
"Need to find it?" the general asked.
"Of course, all cultivators outside will be killed without mercy." The old man said affirmatively, and then added:
"But there is no need for the general to take action. You can encircle them according to the plan. I will leave it to me to find the monk behind the paper man."
The general agreed.
...
Ancestral hall.
After the fat man was splashed with cold water and purified, he was put on a suit of clothing that was finally no longer a vest. He was happily walked back to the ancestral hall, surrounded by butterflies and swallows.
Through various witty inquiries, I roughly know that there is still one hour before the celebration they mentioned, and there are still two hours before my coming-of-age ceremony.
The connection can only be said to be very tight, but it also lets them know the approximate time now.
Judging from this, the official time now is around 1:30 in the afternoon, and the celebration is around 3:30, his coming-of-age ceremony at 5:30, and after that is the fat man's so-called big day.
But from the information he got, he might not be able to make it to the big day, and the fat man couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
These women are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall before the celebration, nor can they stay in the square outside the main entrance. ….
They could only stay outside the back door of the ancestral hall to carry out activities and help, so the three of them rarely saw them when they came.
Just as the fat man was laughing, his figure paused for a moment, fear flashing in his eyes.
——Tatong
The little paper man knew what was going on with Yan Fang and Zuo Dao.
The fat man's eyes rolled around, and he was ready to find a way to get away from the women who were so happy before, but now disliked the women who were in the way.
However, before he could think of an excuse to escape, he heard the sudden "wind".
He looked up and saw arrows flying from all directions in the sky. He blurted out two words:
"***!"
...
In the forest, Zuo Dao, who was heading towards Yan Fang, stopped.
He suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Divinity."
Zuo Dao felt the sweep of a spiritual thought, and then gently locked onto him.
"You don't want to let me go?"
He touched his chin:
"It just so happens that my second mission requires me to go to the ancient well at night, but I don't know if it is a necessary condition for leaving.
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Even if he dies, he can still be safe and sound.
"It's a pity...these people have a very deep grasp of the rituals."
Zang Tiao thought as she lit a cigarette.
She was involved in multiple ritual realms - as if she was immersed in a dye vat. The colorful world, the absurd scenes, the ubiquitous dark influence, and the sudden attacks of spells made her feel quite troubled, but Also, it’s just a nuisance.
And the execution team hidden somewhere in the multiple ritual layers are also having a headache.
A group of twelve of them gathered together and used four-person rituals as a means to trap the enemy. They kept using the ability of the ritual to interfere with Zang Tiao, while the other eight people each used their magic techniques to try to attack. Until now, they have had little effect.
"Unfortunately, I did not successfully analyze Zang Tiao's ability."
At this time, Jin Chongjing's silver liquid gathered back and came to the side of everyone and said.
The leader of the execution team, the man holding the heart in his hand, nodded, not surprised:
"After all, it's Zang Tiao from the General Affairs Bureau, 'The bearer, the person Bai Xiuyuan brought up since childhood, how can he be so incompetent?
"Let's try again. If it doesn't work, we'll find another way to fulfill the director's order."
As he said this, he squeezed his palms hard, and the power of "Ritual·Corrupted Heart" was increased.
Trapped in the ceremony, Zang Tiao, who held up the wind shield and stood motionless in all directions, suddenly frowned, with a bit of confusion flashing in his eyes.
Ritual·Corrupted Heart can make the enemy who enters the ritual pull out many sad illusions. Once the opponent's will cannot resist, even if he thinks it is real for a moment, then he can completely crush the heart in his hand, and the enemy's heart will also It will break into pieces and die irreversibly even if rescued in time.
Also acting together were three other ritual performers from the other group.
The man with a ferocious face injected himself with an unknown drug. His ground seemed to be activated and turned into soft dark green muscles. He raised his hand and pointed at Zang Tiao. He was suppressing some pain and trembling. The voice struggled to say two words:
"--pain."
"Ritual·Flesh and Blood" inflicts the negative status suffered by oneself to the target person in the ritual in varying multiples. A connection will be formed between the ritualist and the target person, and will not stop until one party can no longer bear it, and the failed party will , the body will become filthy and eventually turn into a pile of rotten flesh. ….
Blue veins appeared on Zang Ting's fair forehead, and the corners of her eyes twitched.
The third member of the execution team initiated the ceremony. He originally looked middle-aged, but now his hair suddenly fell out and his figure became old. He turned into a stooped old man. He also made a move——
His hands were clasped together as if praying, and his compassionate eyes contained extreme malice as he stared at the cry.
The price of immediacy in "Ritual·Death-inspiring Withering" will cause the ritualist to enter the aging stage, and the enemies in the ritual will enter the weak stage, like an octogenarian, unable to be energetic, unable to concentrate, and even urinating in the ritual world. Dither out eight lines.
Once in the weak stage, the enemy gradually develops the idea of 'I am really old...'
Then the other party will enter a state of life passing until old age and death, and the subsequent price of the ritualist will be whether the other party will die——
If the enemy dies, the life of the enemy will be nourished by the ritualist, making up for the cost.
If not dead, the ritualist will naturally consume his lifespan.
Zang Tiao, who had already fallen into the power of the dual ritual characteristics, could not help but lower her head slightly at this moment, as if she had entered a very weak state.
The last member of the execution team who performed the ritual, the ruthless man who pulled out his tongue while alive, now stuffed his tongue into his mouth.
The moment he opened his mouth, blood surged out of his mouth, making him feel like a madman.
Then, he started chewing, his eyes looking crazy.
"Ritual·Eating Flesh and Blood" Limbs, organs, and internal organs correspond to different stages of the ritual. When he eats his own tongue and organs, it means the second stage - self-mutilation.
At this moment, Zang Tiao began to move her cheeks slightly, and her dexterous tongue slid across the bulge of her cheeks from time to time, as if she was "tasting" the inside of her mouth.
ceremony
The reader's eyes became more and more delighted, and he was inducing Zang Tiao to say: Eat, eat, eat——
Seeing that the four people who mastered the ritual had each formally discovered their special characteristics, they exerted their abilities at the same time. The eight people in the execution team all invariably entered an overclocking state with the spells in their minds, preparing to deliver a fatal blow.
Jin Chongjing, who turned into silver human liquid, also watched all this. The silver liquid on his face began to roll and retreated out of his human face. He stared at Zang Tiao closely, as if he wanted to see the final result.
However, the next moment, he looked horrified.
At the same time, there are other people in the execution team——
"That is?!"
I saw Zang crying who should have been in a state of mental confusion, physical pain, physical weakness, and self-mutilation. He suddenly raised his head, and there was no sign of being affected in his eyes.
She looked amused.
Although Zang Ti didn't know where the other party was in the ritual world, she was certain that the other party was definitely peeping at her somewhere.
If so, Zang Tiao took a puff of cigarette and spoke softly:
"——Is that okay, thin dog?"
Immediately afterwards, red lines that looked like multiple overlapping fonts appeared on the center of Zangwei's eyebrows. At first glance, this seemed to be something that was confusing.
But as long as someone watches carefully, three words will naturally appear in their mind, three words that make the execution team and Jin Chongjing unbelievable.
——The bearer
"Should I say you are lucky or bad? Looking at the four of them, they are all performing this painful ritual. Ha...
"Since you like playing this game so much, then...
"Also appreciate my pain——"
After Zang Tiao finished speaking, regardless of the negative state of his body, he lowered his eyes and whispered:
"I will pray no more"
"I will remember the sadness"
"I will tell my pain"
"This is the third level of ritual"
A clock disk with hands slowly moving backward gradually appeared behind her.
"Part Two: Sad Hell——"
...
Huacheng, hospital.
After Elsa, who turned into a dark blue core, said "Hello", the dark blue light emitted, and then the core turned into a phantom woman.
Her power gently covered Bai Xiuyuan's ice layer and analyzed it quietly.
After nearly five breaths, her shadow disappeared.
"It's him himself, and he is indeed in a state of ritual backlash."
After hearing this, Master Nan was a little surprised, and immediately "watched" Bai Xiuyuan, trying to pry into his fate.
However, at this moment, both Deep Blue Core and the old man seemed to feel something, and they looked somewhere.
"The destiny of the bearer?"
"Is there a third victim in Huacheng?"
They each said something.
Immediately, Nan Mingshi turned to look at Xiu Yuan who was sealed by the big ice stubble on the hospital bed, and then looked at the direction of the power. He repeated this several times. Finally, he seemed to have figured out something and chuckled:
"Interesting, this flower city is so ridiculous."
Saying this, the old man put his hands behind his back, turned to the concierge of the ward, and said in a loud voice:
"Ling the old man here, Elsa and I won't be able to leave for a while.
"Can you tell me more about it, old man? Let me open my eyes and see what you are planning?"
...
The corridor outside Bai Xiuyuan's ward.
The four team leaders instantly entered the ritual overclocking state. They were no weaker than those who performed the group ritual at Lishan. In the overclocking state, they were even worse.
The four of them did not say that they wanted to kill Lin Hongcai with their own abilities.
Because the four of them know each other's details, at least - as much as they can know.
The director of the observation center, one of the two strongest people in Huacheng, the owner of the name "The Bearer," and vaguely heard that his director said: Lin Hongcai, an old man, can definitely work in the higher-level departments of the observation center.
In the stargazing platform, someone has the terrifying qualifications and strength to gain a high position.
In Huayu, unimportant departments may still have people with nothing to lose, but in such confidential departments, especially in departments like Liuyu Mansion, they do not exist at all.
Even if there is an idiot, it is an idiot who can fight very well, and usually, such an idiot will have a think tank next to him, allowing him to act as a tool.
Over and over again, wouldn't this idiot become the best fighter?
Is Lin Hong such a person? The four team leaders would not think so at all.
Therefore, their goal is not to defeat, only to delay.
Whether it’s Lai Zangting or Chenjiu, hurry up and find someone who can fight——
That's what they think.
Lin Hongcai, who was enveloped by the power of the ritual, did not do any protection, and no power, real or imaginary, could affect him. The old man just stayed there quietly.
It even made the four of them feel that he was leisurely testing their abilities.
——That’s outrageous! ….
But at this moment, Lin Hongcai felt itchy on the back of his hand. He scratched his left hand with his right hand, and a strange figure appeared in his left hand - the bearer.
The four people hidden in the ritual realm looked at each other with bitterness on their faces.
They seemed to be talking to each other about why this old guy used his ultimate move!
However, Lin Hongcai didn't. He just turned his head and looked somewhere, with a complicated look in his eyes:
"The bearer...
"Xiuyuan, there's enough nonsense..."
Then, a voice that penetrated reality and reality was introduced into the ceremony, which also made the four team leaders look shocked.
——Someone entered the director's ward!
Lin Hongcai heard Nan Mingshi's words. He smiled. He didn't know whether it was a spell or some ability. He also responded with a thunderous voice that penetrated the virtual and the real:
"If the elders are invited, the younger ones are welcome."
After that, he lowered his voice and said softly:
"Four of you, please go back early and let the city residents begin to evacuate. There is no need to ask me why. This is not a situation that you can interfere with."
Lin Hongcai raised his left hand, pointed his index finger towards his own sun, and took out a spar that shimmered like a sea of stars from his pocket with his right hand. Without making any attempt to hide it, he said calmly:
"Ritual·Stars"
The moment he spoke, the crystal in his hand suddenly shattered, and a violent light burst out from his right hand, covering, filling, and filling the entire ritual realm.
The next moment, the space in the corridor suddenly distorted, Lin Hongcai's figure emerged, and his eyes turned into eyes like the starry sky.
Not far away, the four team leaders fell to the ground with pale faces, disbelief flashing in their eyes.
Just like a roll call, Lin Hongcai said to the four people separately, and their figures disappeared one after another.
After doing this, he straightened his clothes.
He walked forward unhurriedly and opened the door.
I saw Nan Mingshi again after less than two minutes.
"Which one do Master Nan want to hear?" he asked with a smile.
"Good question," Nan Mingshi pursed his lips, as if he was thinking seriously:
"Let's start with what cards you have to stop me, right?"
After Nan Mingshi finished speaking, he covered his eyes with his hands. The moment he let go, his eyes had eyes and his vision was restored, but——
His child's hole is not an ordinary child's hole, but seems to be engraved with several overlapping characters.
——Peep into life.
Seeing this, Lin Hongcai didn't react at all, and responded calmly:
"As a trump card, is this enough?"
He snapped his fingers, and a swirl of light suddenly appeared behind him, like stars, just like when he appeared in the hospital.
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——Playing with fate.
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