Memorandum of Understanding of the Heavens and Worlds

Chapter 173
"This is called Qing Lingguo." Seeing Lin Zhihui looking at him, Yan Jie explained and crushed the fruit: "It only grows in the deepest swamp in the underworld, and it has a special smell. It is usually used to wake up poisoned people. Miasma, a dormant ghost race."

The dark red peel looked extremely rough, but it was unexpectedly fragile. With a little force on his fingers, it shattered with a bang, and a slightly pungent smell immediately poured into his nose.

Lin Zhihui couldn't help but cheer up, and the room in front of him seemed to be a little brighter.

The peel peeled off, and the light blue mucus flowed out, falling onto Zhuying's body, almost sinking into the fine scales as soon as it touched it.

The sleeping Zhuying suddenly moved, and Lin Zhihui immediately opened his eyes wide. No matter what methods Bi Jie and Yan Jie used before, Zhuying did not respond at all. He had to guess whether Zhuying had died or not.

Lin Zhihui still remembers that when he asked the question in his heart, Bi Jie immediately curled his mouth and tapped Zhuying's hard carapace as if venting his anger: "With his bloodline, he can survive even if his head is cut off, and his vitality is comparable to Xiaoqiang, this guy is just too greedy, he wants to eat fat in one go, that's why he can't wake up until now."

Then he explained to him the strangeness of the space of ten thousand realms, and what it means to the monster clan with the blood of ancient beasts. Only then did Lin Zhihui know why after returning, when Bi Jie and Yan Jie saw Zhuying, they would all show envy and jealousy A look of jealousy.

"At an age like Zhuying, you should wake up within a day or two." Yan Yan was obviously also regretful for missing this great opportunity: "Looking at it like this, it must have used some kind of secret method. It takes in energy, so it enters a deep sleep, and this time the cultivation base will be raised by at least two levels."

Needless to say, Lin Zhihui can also understand what it means to raise his cultivation level by two levels at once.
Generally speaking, monster races with the bloodlines of divine beasts have an extremely long period of infancy in the eyes of humans, usually between 300 and 500 years, and a few of them are of a higher level like the Four Great Sacred Beasts. It has lasted for thousands of years. Because of this, if their cultivation base wants to grow, it needs a huge amount of energy. It may take a hundred years to upgrade a level. Of course, their strength also increases proportionally.

According to Bi Jie, Zhuying's original strength was equivalent to half of a star king, so if he hadn't taken timely measures at that time, when Zhuying really went crazy, they would not be a single enemy at all.

Their opponent this time is the famous Li Li. If Zhu Ying can wake up in time, it will be equivalent to a double insurance. No matter what unexpected situation happens, it can be guaranteed to be safe.

So since they decided to start taking action, apart from setting up the formation, Yan Jie and Bi Jie have been trying to get Zhu Ying to finish the evolution as soon as possible. Unfortunately, there has been no deal until now, and this time it is obviously the same.

Both of them stared at Zhu Ying hopefully, but except for the first few movements, Zhu Ying quickly returned to normal, still lying on the cushion and falling asleep.

Lin Zhihui looked up at Yan Jie, as if asking for the result.

He supported his chin with one hand, and poked the middle of Zhuying's forehead with the other hand, but there was still no response. After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand and opened Zhuying's mouth, and stuffed the remaining peel into it.

Zhuying's body twitched again, her facial features were almost squeezed together, Lin Zhihui's eyelids twitched.

"That's not right." Yan Yan frowned slightly, looking at Zhuying who was slowly regaining his composure: "Bi Jie clearly said that as soon as he smelled this smell, Zhuying would really die and explode his body, that's impossible." No reaction at all."

In the past few days, Lin Zhihui had witnessed the two of them using various weird methods to torment Zhu Ying who didn't know anyone else's affairs. Lin Zhihui felt guilty about helping others to do evil. Seeing what Yuan Xi wanted to do, he couldn't help but said something to stop him: "Forget it. It’s not that if she is forcibly awakened, Zhu Ying may temporarily lose her mind. Now Li Li may come to kill her at any time. If she gets together, isn’t that asking for trouble?”

Yan Jie just wanted to try again, and when he heard that it made sense, he shrugged and withdrew his hands: "Forget it, anyway, we have already prepared very carefully, one more or one less should have little impact."

At this moment, the door was knocked heavily suddenly, Lin Zhihui and Yan Yan looked at each other, without speaking, they looked out the door together.

"Boom boom boom!"

Again and again, the sound was dull, as if someone was knocking on the door, so it couldn't be Bi Jie, he and Yan Jie both knew how to get in and out, and they usually flew in directly from the window.

"What should I do?" Lin Zhihui glanced at the defensive formation by the door, turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Yan Yan.

No matter who is outside, they should have been tricked by now and fell into hallucinations, but now is a special period, so naturally one cannot be too careful, if there are other ambushes outside, opening the door rashly may be attacked.

With a flash of his figure, he arrived near the door, raised his hand and drew in mid-air, a seemingly invisible gray-white light quickly gathered, attached to the door like a mist, and then turned into several thin gray-white lines , twisted a few times and disappeared.

The sound outside stopped suddenly, and before Lin Zhihui could speak, Yan Yan stretched out his hand to grab the air again, and suddenly there was a faint scream, and a large black object passed through the door panel and appeared in front of the two of them.

Gray and white lines as thick as fingers form a net bag with a diameter of about half a meter. Inside is a twisting black mist. At first glance, it looks like an unidentified creature full of hair, but it is actually a black soul like a tadpole. , struggling crazily in the net, if you look closely, you can find that each tadpole has a human-like face, with various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, which makes one's hair stand on end.

"What is this?" Lin Zhihui only glanced at it, and then quickly turned his eyes away, not because he was timid and afraid, but because of the ghostly faces, which seemed to be able to confuse the mind. When his gaze stayed for a while, he felt shaken. It's like being pulled out.

Yan Jie didn't answer Lin Zhihui's question. The opponent faced each other, danced quickly, and played a few tricks. The gray net bag began to shrink slowly until it became the size of a football, and then suspended in mid-air and stopped.

As if still not at ease, Yan Jie took out a few manuals from the bedroom, made a simple formation by the wall, and trapped the gray and white net bag inside.

"I can't deal with this." After finishing all this, Yan Jie waved his hands helplessly at Lin Zhihui: "It seems that this time Li Li was really angered, and he dared to ingest human souls, which is a big taboo , There is no death penalty in the underworld, at most it is suppression or hard labor, if he is caught now, he will never have another chance based on this alone."

(End of this chapter)