Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The question from the soldiers of the Shenfeng Camp of the Dinghuang Army was destined to be impossible to give a reasonable answer.

As the silence in the tent lasted minute by second, Shu Quan could no longer suppress the panic in his heart.

"Stop, stop scaring people. It's not as dangerous as you said. I stayed here for five days..."

So Ma Cong stopped talking nonsense to her, turned around and pulled Fan Li to leave.

"Okay, she has made her own choice. You and I have done our utmost to be benevolent and can go back to report missing persons to Qingping Division."

Fan Li was startled and was pulled away from the tent. He had just stepped out of the tent door when he heard an urgent voice of reluctance from behind.

"Wait, wait! I didn't mean to doubt you! Don't worry!"

However, when Ma Cong turned around with Fan Li, Shu Quan could only say: "But if you ask me, I really can't think of anything. This, the seeds in this flower plate record my five years." You can read most of Tianlai’s activities as you like... Ah, but not the row of seeds below! There are records of me changing clothes, bathing, and sleeping. I’m not sleeping well, so it’s not convenient for you to see. But Lili can look at it for me. Anyway, I really didn’t do anything. Don’t accuse people casually. I, let me tell you, I know your boss..."

This series of confusing excuses made Ma Cong no longer interested in pursuing further questions. Instead, he directly sunk his spiritual thoughts into the flower plate and began to read her records of the past five days at an extremely fast speed.

The more he looked, the more strange Ma Cong's expression became.

It can be seen that the fact that she was able to live in a dangerous wilderness for five days and still comfortably photograph and cook wild vegetable porridge was really due to nothing but good luck.

She does have some professional knowledge on outdoor adventures, but she is far from being a true expert. Many of the equipment and supplies inside and outside the tent are purely whimsical. You may be at home in commercial outdoor adventure areas with beautiful scenery, but in the wilderness, you are really just fooling yourself and others.

But she did rely on this self-deception to survive in the wilderness for five days.

Until he read all the shadow liquid records in the seeds, Ma Cong couldn't find any reasonable explanation.

Naturally, I had to look at the private seeds in the bottom row. Objectively speaking, Ma Cong himself does not want to dirty his eyes, but for the great cause of eradicating famine, he can only...

"Ah, let's talk about it." Just when Ma Cong was about to sink, Shu Quan suddenly remembered something and added, "On the first night, when I was sleeping until I was confused, I seemed to hear something strange. The sound of the wind was like the kind of wind blowing from the gaps in the valley, and it sounded like someone was talking in my ears. It was really scary. But at that time, I had just hiked through the restricted mountain road and arrived. In the wilderness, I set up the tent, set up the floating array and the lanterns, and my spiritual energy was exhausted. I was really sleepy and couldn't stand it, so I didn't care and slept until noon the next day. I took Huapan’s night record, but I didn’t see the reason...I wonder if I was in a daze and hallucinating, haha.”

After hearing this, Ma Cong naturally had no hesitation and his mind immediately sank.

"Hey, you don't want to see it yourself?! Just let Lili see it, you..."

After a while, before Shu Quan had finished his complaint, Ma Cong had already read through the entire night's records.

He looked down at Shu Quan from a high position, with a look of extreme shock on his face at first, and then gradually revealed a mocking and playful smile.

"Laughing, what are you laughing at? I've never seen anyone sleeping naked!?"

Ma Cong sneered: "I've never seen a dead person speak."

Shu Quan was stunned and subconsciously said angrily: "Who do you think is the dead person?!"

"That's not the sound of the wind." Ma Cong said quietly, "It's the soul-searching technique of Xuewu here."

"ah?"

"Huh??" Fan Li also looked shocked.

Ma Cong sighed, stretched out his hand and pinched his throat. After hearing a sound of knuckles rubbing and muscles stretching that made his gums sore, he closed his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

What followed was a faint whistling sound, which sounded like a whistling wind in the valley or a woman's sad whimpering. As the sound continued, Shu Quan and Fan Li felt sleepy. , the consciousness seems to be carried away by the gentle wind and gradually goes away...

Snapped!

Ma Cong clapped his hands, instantly bringing the two of them back to their senses.

"What, what happened?!" Shu Quan was shocked and confused. He had a vague guess in his heart, and he believed the other party's words.

Ma Cong said: "I didn't actually make any sound just now. I just imitated the Xuewu and squeezed a quick version of the soul search technique with the human throat. Don't worry, I am not the Xuewu. I can't search for your souls. I can only let you Half of the consciousness fell into hallucinations and heard some specious wind noises... But the strange beast Xuewu living on the banks of the Blood River is the top master of this kind of soul-searching technique. Once you hear the wind whimpers and fall into a deep sleep, then you The soul is no longer guarded and can be read by others. "

"..." Shu Quan was stunned for a while and then asked, "What would happen if his soul was searched?"

Ma Cong laughed: "You really don't have any common sense, do you? There is a river of blood flowing in the wasteland to the west of Zhuwang. On both sides of the blood river, there are a group of demons dancing wildly. Among them, Xuewu, as the leader of all demons, should still be in Zhuwang. It's quite famous. It's as small as a mayfly, but when combined, it can have the highest magical power comparable to the Mahayana, and it can also form a certain amount of spiritual wisdom. The Blood Crow is the most difficult to deal with. The reason is that they are more hidden than ordinary Mahayana creatures, more sinister, and more fearless of death. Ordinary wild demons always cherish their own lives, but this kind of swarm creature will not hesitate even if trillions of individuals are burned. It can reproduce and recover in a very short time afterwards, making it impossible to prevent.”

"The Nanxiang Dinghuang Army suffers casualties every year due to the Blood Crow. After being searched for the soul by the Blood Crow, at least the spirit and soul are destroyed and reduced to an empty shell. At worst, the soul distortion induces physical distortion and turns into a monster overnight. Among them, Lucky Those who are killed on the spot will try their best to go deep into the wilderness and become the servants and lackeys of the Blood Crow until they die. "

After saying these words, Shu Quan's face had no color at all.

"Have I been soul-searched? Has my soul begun to become distorted? What should I do? I don't want to die. Help, help me! Please, are you a soldier? You should be able to save lives and heal the wounded. Right? If you tell me that, there must be a way to save me, right? Do you want money?"

When Shu Quan gradually became incoherent and was about to collapse completely, Ma Cong sighed.

"But your luck is really good. Blood Crow Soul Search, there is a very small possibility that they think your soul is empty, not worth devouring and digesting, let alone mutating into a servant beast. ”

Shu Quan was stunned for a while, then his eyes lit up: "So, you will let me go?"

"So they will implant a very deep imprint in your soul. Through the imprint, they can collect your memories for a period of time in the future, enrich your cultivation, and root your flesh and blood. And use you as a springboard to try to Infecting other people. You can think of it as an investment by the blood black people... or breeding. This kind of mark can generally only stay for ten days. After ten days, the mark will be recovered by itself, and not only will it take away your soul. , I will also take away your vitality and blood. When you meet this master, you won’t even be left with any bones or dregs.”

"ah!?"

"I have already taken the mark, so please stop crying." Ma Cong said, a blood mark like a skull wrapped around his fingertips, and then he pinched it with his index finger and thumb and wiped out the mark.

"Ah, oh..." Although Shu Quan's mind was still filled with confusion, he at least felt lucky to have survived the disaster.

"So, the reason why you were able to spend five days leisurely in the wasteland has been found." Ma Cong said, "Few people in the wasteland are willing to touch people who have been marked by the Blood Crow. Within a hundred miles of both sides of the Blood River They are all Xuewu's territory. Even the combined-level Ancient Wild Demon may not be able to get a good deal if they snatch food from Xuewu's mouth. As for the Mahayana or even Immortal-level monsters, it is impossible to risk their lives to annihilate the stars. The threat of the Excalibur is directed at you, so before the mark occurs, you are really safer than most people in the wasteland."

"Does that mean I'm...innocent?"

"Innocent? It's a little early to talk about innocence. Think carefully about your experience during this period. There are so many Qinglu owners doing this sneaking into the restricted area, but only you have discovered one. Even our desolation army There is a path leading to the secluded area that has never been discovered before. Then the path goes through the entire Baili Mountain Barrier just right, avoiding all the tree holes in the formation, and does not pass through any dangerous areas - you probably don't know that there are dangerous places everywhere to the west of Lingshan Mountain. , even us professional soldiers must be cautious when marching during this period. Your best friend almost fell down the mountain to find you. "

"Ah?! Lili, are you injured?"

Fan Li shook her head and said she was fine, but before she could speak, Ma Cong interrupted the two people's ineffective greetings and continued: "In a very short time, you crossed a path that theoretically should not exist, and then you I set up this ridiculous tent alone in the wilderness and set up a floating formation that could break apart at any time..."

Shu Quan's lips moved, as if he was dissatisfied, but he did not dare to continue to contradict the other party at this time.

Ma Cong refused to let it go and said in a cold voice: "The tent is a strong tent, but it is not a tent suitable for the wilderness. Your floating lanterns do have the effect of defining the wilderness, but they are not used to stabilize the wilderness. These two should have no effect, but when you activate them together, they create a strange resonance and create a pure land for you. As for the formation of the floating tent, it is indeed meticulously laid out, but the premise is that it is. In the realm of the Immortal Alliance, you can only be meticulous under the protection of the great law. Once you leave the Dinghuang barrier, the laws of heaven above your head will change. If the laws change, your meticulousness will only intensify the details of the magic circle. Missed. Well, if we had been half a day later, you would have fallen down and broken your bones."

Speaking of this, Ma Cong couldn't help but laugh at himself: "But that's not necessarily the case. You have been trying to commit suicide in almost everything these days, but you are so lucky every time that you can't die. Then maybe you fall from a height of 100 meters. Are you miraculously safe? On the first day you came to the wasteland, you were soul-searched by the Blood Crow, but it happened to be deemed temporarily unfit for consumption and was raised, so you enjoyed a few days of safety as a blessing in disguise. On the fifth day, you were safe. I started to commit suicide again, pulling weeds and cooking porridge in the wasteland, but I happened to be hit by us. I knocked over the porridge pot before taking the poison. Even the blood marks in my body were taken away by me, eliminating the trouble of being harvested by the Blood Crow. It’s the only time in my life that I don’t die like you.”

After hearing these words, Shu Quan opened his mouth in disbelief.

On the other side, Fan Li was also amazed, as if he was listening to a legendary story.

Can these... really be explained by luck? Moreover, when did Shu Quan get so lucky?

Ma Cong also sighed: "If you are lucky enough, it can indeed explain many things. For example, let's play a game now to verify it."

As he spoke, he took out a lottery tube from his storage bag and handed it to Fan Li.

"You are from Taixu Painting Scroll Workshop, so you should be able to make Chaos Numbering Lots, right? Make a thousand lots, mark them with numbers in sequence, and then return them to me."

Although Fan Li was puzzled, he nodded seriously, made a thousand lots, and then used the chaotic number luck method commonly used in Taixu scrolls to completely disrupt the lots, and then returned the lot to Ma Cong.

"Okay, now the lot in the lot was handled by Fan Li and messed up with chaotic luck. The result depends on luck. The three of us are here to draw and compare our luck. Fan Li, you come first. "

Fan Li nodded again, put his hand into the lottery tube, and randomly took one out, only to see 23 written on it.

"Uh..." Fan Li was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I've never had bad luck."

Ma Cong said: "Keep pumping."

"Um."

The second draw had a slightly better result, 41. The third pick was an astonishing 9.

The total of the three lots is less than 100 points, which is inhumane. Fan Li just shook his head helplessly at this, obviously no longer surprised. Shu Quan comforted him: "Luck is conserved. If you are unlucky now, you can get better when you go back."

Next, it was Ma Cong who came to draw. He directly pulled out three lottery numbers from the tube, 789, 823, and 901. The numbers were quite good, but this result was obviously too bad for him to understand.

Ma Cong had already expected this, so he handed the lottery tube directly to Shu Quan.

"Come on, it's your turn."

Shu Quan was a little nervous, because she obviously realized that the result of her lottery must be extraordinary, and once there was an extraordinary result...

"General, General, General Ma." She stretched out her hand tremblingly and asked, "We, the desolation army, shouldn't be doing anything... dissecting slices or something like that, right?"

Ma Cong smiled: "Don't worry, if you're really lucky, even if we slice you up with the Star Destroyer Sword, we can't cut you. Okay, come on, we won't do anything to you because of this." "

Shu Quan gritted his teeth, reached into the tube of lottery tickets, and pulled out three lottery tickets in one go.

And the result can be said to be nothing unexpected.

1000, 999, 998.