I have a room in Huangquan

The big head danced around from time to time, as if in its eyes, this was a new job Ding Xiaoyi had prepared for himself.

The peeled candy was stuffed into the mouth of the meatball at hand.

Looking at the brand new fifth page in front of him, his expression became more serious.

Because the information recorded on the fifth page is very large.

So much so that he had to read every line three times.

December 100th, 4th year of the Alliance Calendar.

wrong!

wrong!

All wrong!

Damn, this old guy must be lying to me!

But he has no reason to tell me a false result.

I regret.

I shouldn't have bet with him at all.

Looking at the complacent look of this old guy in front of me, he obviously won the bet, but I always feel that I am the one who lost this time.

This is the first time the old man mentioned in his diary that he lost a bet.

How to gamble, but did not write, judging from the time, a month has passed.

Looking at the few short lines above, he suddenly felt a little heavy in his heart.

This page of the diary is not over yet, so I continued to read it patiently.

December 100th, 4th year of the Alliance Calendar.

I thought about it all night and finally gave up on telling my old friend the answer.

The old guy was right.

Human beings survived the catastrophe brought about by the Great Earthquake, and survived the chaotic period of nearly 30 years.

Trade unions and unions have brought mankind back on the track of development in the past 70 years.

But the understanding and research on spiritual creatures is still too short.

This corner is the only way to go, although it is wrong.

But existence is reasonable,

I cannot interfere with this process.

Otherwise, either be regarded as a lunatic.

Or only a small number of people accept it.

That would only lead to a huge breakdown in the trade unions.

Just like the Fallen Spirit Master rebellion 40 years ago, it is the same reason.

December 100th, 4th year of the Alliance Calendar.

We've had some trouble, and I've witnessed a fight between the Necromancer and the Necromancer.

That old guy, like a tail following my ass.

Standing behind me commented on the gains and losses of this battle.

Um!Just like what he said, the Spirit Eliminator is like a third-rate warrior who only knows how to practice basic skills, but doesn't know how to use them.

The fallen spirit master is a swordsman who seeks quickness, does not pay attention to any foundation, and takes a slanted sword.

The gap between the two will only be completely distinguished when they reach a certain level.

And before that, both were typologies of error.

There is only a gap in strength.

There is no difference in spirit.

At least in front of the correct answer, there is really no difference between them.

After this battle is over, I plan to find a place where no one is around, and have a good time.

The old guy stretched out his hand and patted my shoulder a few times, as if something had been taken away by him.

He said that it was the breath contaminated in the underworld.

Taking it away will save me a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, I'm too old...too old...

The diary ends here.

After closing the diary, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes and lay on the meat ball.

From the beginning to the end of the diary, there is no mention of what went wrong.

Old man, record this information in your diary, but don't tell yourself the answer directly.

Or, that's the answer, too subversive.

Or, that's the answer, he wasn't allowed to write it down.

Even if it is written down, I am afraid that it will become a mosaic like the previous content.

Or both.

If it was before, I would have doubted the authenticity of this diary.

But after experiencing the psionic essence, he already believed in the issues mentioned in the diary.

This mistake is not a mistake in the belief of the trade union.

but method.

Trade unions are taking a detour. As for the end of the detour, it is right or wrong.

Nothing in the diary.

The same is true for the Fallen Spirit Master.

But just like that sentence, existence is reasonable. ,

The breath of the underworld mentioned in the diary, I am afraid that I have also been contaminated a lot.

Perhaps it was this reason that made me prone to psychic cases.

I have long been mentally prepared for this, and blindly avoiding it will not work.

I still have to live, and I have to live in the sun like a normal person, instead of hiding myself in the corners, so even if I survive, it doesn't make any sense.

So he is more inclined to face it and strengthen his own strength.

As for the last sentence of the diary...

Grandpa is too old, but he is very young.

Is this reminding me?

When Ding Xiaoyi was thinking, he heard a hoarse questioning voice from the lovesickness snail hanging on the wall.

"You are in a daze, do you want to fart??"

"what!"

He was startled by the sudden shout, and when he looked up, he saw that old man who didn't know when he came, standing on the fence, staring at him with a cold face.

"Uh uh~~ sorry, sorry, distracted!"

Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly hid the diary behind him, and waved his hand to let Rouqiu swallow the diary first and hide it.

Naturally, this little action couldn't be hidden from the old man's poisonous eyes, but after he only glanced at the black cover outside the diary, he was not interested in asking.

He waved his hand and signaled Ding Xiaoyi to come over.

"The water in the pot has already boiled. You will put this into the water later, and when the water in the pot changes color, throw the Xuantong tortoise shell in and keep boiling the tortoise shell."

As the old man said, he tossed a paper bag to himself, opened it, and found that he didn't know what was inside, it was a black mass, exuding a very strong and pungent smell.

Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyes and thought for a while: "Master, I want to take a piece off the tortoise shell, will it have any effect, not much, maybe this big is enough!"

As he spoke, he made gestures.

It's about the size of a washbasin, but compared to Xuantong's tortoise shell, it's not even one-tenth of its size.

At best, it is one-twentieth.

"Did you see the red crystal in the middle of the tortoise shell? As long as you don't move those, it doesn't matter if you take a piece from other places, but can you cut it?"

Speaking of this, the old man narrowed his eyes.

Ding Xiaoyi thought about it, maybe he could try the chainsaw he bought.

As if he knew what he was thinking, the old man waved his hand: "Don't count on those rotten things of yours. Once you cut them open, the medicine will expire. All my hard work will be in vain."

After finishing speaking, the old man ignored Ding Xiaoyi and took out something from the bamboo frame.

The bronze sword body reflected a cold light, and the two ancient characters on the sword body seemed more like a unique voice.

"Fish intestines!"

Looking at the fish that the old man took out

Intestine sword, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help blinking, and saw the old man slapping his finger.

"Buzz!"

A cold light hit him, causing the hairs on his body to stand up uncontrollably, as if most of the blood in his body had cooled down in an instant.

"Buzz!"

The sword light came and went, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to the old man's hand.

At this time, I saw a small cut in Xuantong's tortoise shell.

Just as he was gesticulating the size just now, the brown tortoise shell fell to the ground, revealing the light blue light inside the tortoise shell.

"Fortunately, it's a cub. If an adult comes, I won't lose my temper. Hurry up, time waits for no one!"

As he spoke, the old man casually threw the Yuchang sword back into the bamboo basket.

Ding Xiaoyi just woke up like a dream at this time, swallowed and spit, stared at the old man's bamboo basket, and wailed in his heart: "My fish intestine sword!!"

Holding a bloody resentment.

He walked quickly to the iron pot and threw all the powder that the old man gave him just now into the pot.

Soon, the water in the iron pot began to smell a special smell.

It's not smelly, it's not fragrant.

It's just that the smell is very pungent.

As it cooks, the water in the pot starts to turn black, and it gets darker.

"Quick, quick! Throw the tortoise shell in."

Ding Xiaoyi instructed Datou to throw the tortoise shell into the iron pot.

For this reason, Datou looked at the big iron pot in front of him with an aggrieved face.

{???︿???}

It's a pity, such a good job...

The huge tortoise shell was thrown into the pot, and the iron-like shell unexpectedly quickly dissolved in the pot.

With the dissolution of the tortoise shell, the soup in the pot in front of him became more viscous.

"Grumble!"

There were big bubbles in the pot, and Ding Xiaoyi looked back at the old man from time to time, and found that the old man was squatting outside the fence, kneading shredded tobacco into balls in his hands, and stuffing them into the pot.

With a swipe of your finger, the smoke pot sizzled and burned. After the tobacco shreds inside were carbonized, I took a deep breath.

It seemed that Ding Xiaoyi was also anxious.