I lived two hundred years

Chapter 102 Mausoleum City
Wang Siluo's self-explosion did not surprise everyone, but what he said was shocking.

The functions of Starlink Map are actually not high-end, and current mobile phones can easily replace them, or even do better.

What really makes these people unable to give up is its secrecy.

There are too many ways to know your secrets in the world of practice, but in front of the star map, these are all in vain.

Whether it is observing the past and the future, asking about fate, or listening to the world, nothing can affect the star map.

Of course, this is due to the means of the Star Alliance map refiner, but the most impressive thing is the magical virtual power.

This is a kind of energy created by the Star Alliance Map Refiner, which is between reality and illusion. Under normal circumstances, it shows an illusory side, so it is called illusory energy.

When they first learned about the void energy, these people all thought about it and wanted to study this kind of energy, but unfortunately, the refiners of the Star Alliance map were unwilling to share the void energy with them.

Out of respect for him, people did not further explore the secret of the void.

It wasn't until after he disappeared that the star map gradually lost its energy that people began to study the null energy again.

Over the years, the only one who has achieved results is actually Wang Siluo.

Although it is not surprising, it is still somewhat unacceptable.

Wang Siluo has a long history of family education, and he is also extremely talented. He is a top instrument master and has the ability to do it.

But his usual impression is too frivolous, and it is really difficult for people to associate him with the master craftsman.

"Wang Siluo, I need virtual energy, can you send some to me."

A star in the center of the star map suddenly had a mental wave.

Seeing the situation, the other few who were interested in researching Xu Neng also waited quietly.

Wang Siluo didn't think much about it, and replied directly.

"I'm sorry. I don't have enough production capacity now, so I can only use it myself. When the production capacity increases in the future, I will definitely open it up and sell it."

"I'm running out of energy. I don't ask for more, just give me some and keep the Starlink map open."

Another star in the center also sent a message.

"Okay. You can send me the space-time coordinates. I will recharge your star map through the air. That's right. This is what I need. Send me whatever you have."

"can."

The stars appearing in the center of the Starlink map do not mean that they are in the middle of everyone, but that they have blocked their own position, so Wang Siluo needs to ask the other party for the coordinates.

However, Wang Siluo did not block his own coordinates, so the other party did not need to ask, and directly displayed the position of the Starlink map, located the time and space, and began to transmit.

Teleportation is a high-end spell, and ordinary practitioners cannot use it at all.

However, most of the people on the Star Alliance map are masters, which is not a problem for them.

After a while, a space channel opened up beside Wang Siluo, and a blue rattan fell not far from him.

Wang Siluo picked up the blue rattan, put it in his hand and played with it for a while, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "The 300-year-old Lanxiangyou rattan didn't cut corners, it's not bad."

After finishing speaking, he tore off a section of Lanxiang Youvine, manipulated the Null Energy Needle, and sucked it.

In the blink of an eye, that section of orchid-scented vine turned into slag, and the void energy needle was filled with energy again.

Seeing Wang Siluo making money there, Shen Lang couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Old Wang, where are my Heavenly Corpse Condensation and Heavenly Corpse Xuanjing?"

Seeing this, Wang Siluo immediately put away his smug look, and said with a sneer, "I'm sorry. I have exhausted them in order to refine the virtual energy needles."

"So, you only refined one void energy needle?" Shen Lang expressed doubts with his eyes.

Wang Siluo laughed quickly: "Of course not. Didn't I prepare this for you?"

With that said, he took out another syringe and handed it to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang still looked at Wang Siluo with scrutiny, making his whole body hairy.

Two seconds later, Wang Siluo finally couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "Actually, there is a small problem with this virtual energy needle. However, this is nothing to you at all."

Shen Lang frowned, and continued to stare at Wang Siluo.

Wang Siluo quickly said: "This void energy needle has mutated due to the condensed dew of the corpse, and it needs to absorb a large amount of corpse energy to transform it into void energy. As a big user of corpse energy, this corpse energy is nothing to you. What. It's perfect for you."

"Are you sure you didn't mention anything else?"

Shen Lang took the virtual energy needle and asked again.

This time, Wang Siluo shook his head firmly.

Shen Lang nodded, and said to the two of them: "Be careful when you leave, those people have a lot of background."

"Who is it? It's not easy for you to say?" Wang Siluo asked in surprise.

Seeing this, Situ Luoshui stepped forward and punched him in the stomach to prevent him from continuing to ask.

Since you don't want to get involved in this kind of thing, it's better not to know.

Mausoleum City, a small city close to Fucheng, had a great reputation in the past, far above Fucheng, but now it is gradually declining, few people know about it, and it is left behind by Fucheng.

It can be seen from the fact that the Paranormal Events Bureau did not set up a branch in Lingcheng, but chose Fucheng.

Over the years, Lingcheng has not tried to make changes.

For example, the relevant departments of Lingcheng have come up with a plan for a tourist city.

Before Shen Lang entered the mausoleum, he saw many slogans welcoming tourists from a distance.

There are countless other advertisements promoting the culture of Lingcheng.

It's a pity that the residents of Lingcheng are still immersed in the glory of the past, and they have never given up their pride of being "superior". They not only look down on people in nearby cities, but even tourists from afar are not good.

Tourists are not without temper.

For no reason, who wants to come here to make himself unhappy.

After a period of heated online scolding, the tourism business in Lingcheng has completely ceased.

Now the mausoleum city has long lost its vitality and looks lifeless. With those enthusiastic slogans, it seems a bit ironic.

Standing on the side of the road, Shen Lang waited for a while, and finally called a taxi.

"Brother, don't you all use taxi-hailing software? I searched for a long time just now, but there is not a single car."

As soon as he got in the car, Shen Lang couldn't help complaining.

The brother driver smiled wryly, and said, "There is no one, what software do you use? I am planning to change careers. In Lingcheng, taxis have no way out."

"As for?" Shen Lang asked in surprise.

"As for." The driver brother seems to have finally found someone who can vomit bitterness, and immediately opened the chatter box, "You don't know. People in Lingcheng don't bother to go out at all now. Look, how many people are there on the street now? You guys Outsiders don’t like to come. We really have no business.”

"I heard that you are not nice to outsiders, and it is normal if outsiders don't come." Shen Lang shook his head and said, "But why haven't I heard that people from Lingcheng don't go out? When did this happen?"

(End of this chapter)