Handbook of Nonhuman Research

"Wugou!" Yan Jun quickly stretched out his arms to catch his partner.

After fainting, the red robe on Zhao Wugou's body suddenly changed, and transformed back into the suit and shirt he was wearing when he went out in the morning.

Seeing his pale face, Yan Jun hesitated for half a second, then leaned over and kissed his partner's lips, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Outside the pavilion, Hei Wuchang who had rushed back hurriedly retreated, stopped under the eaves of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, turned his back, and grabbed Bai Wuchang who wanted to break in.

Bai Wuchang who was stopped was a little inexplicable. He took a step to the left, and Hei Wuchang took a step to the left, and he went to the right, and Hei Wuchang followed him to the right.

The third watch and the fourth watch who arrived a little later looked at each other, what are the two Wuchang adults doing?

Get out of the way, what's going on in there?Bai Wuchang glanced at the hanging white curtain, then stared at Hei Wuchang.

Hei Wuchang silently shook his head, signaling him to be calm.

Bai Wuchang rolled his eyes, guessed something, and raised the corners of his lips with a smirk.

"Ahem!" He coughed loudly twice, showing his presence.

Black impermanence: ……………

"Come in." Yan Jun in the Huxin Pavilion said in a deep voice, and calmly placed Zhao Wugou on the ebony lounge chair.

Bai Wuchang pushed Hei Wuchang away, walked into the pavilion swaggeringly, only to see the table and case overturned, water stains flowed away, and everything was in a mess.Zhao Wugou lay on the chair with his eyes closed.

Hei Wuchang and Three Watches and Four Watches followed closely behind and walked in.

"Is Your Honor alright?" Bai Wuchang asked with concern.

Yan Jun shook his head, pointed at Black and White Wuchang's feet, "Dig it out."

"Dig what?" Bai Wuchang was stunned for a moment, why dig the pavilion, this Eastern Prince belongs to the loach, did he get into the ground?

Yan Jun took off his coat, gently covered Zhao Wugou, motioned for the third watch and fourth watch to carry away the reclining chairs, then rolled up his sleeves, made a formula with one hand, and personally overturned the lake pavilion.

"Boom!" The pavilion and the tile-covered countertop fell into the lake water, and Gululu brought up a series of continuous blisters. Under the pavilion, there was a foundation as black as iron.

Yan Jun frowned slightly, "That Nie Zi and Wen Liang may be imprisoned below."

Hearing the words of black and white impermanence, they all changed their colors and led the ghost soldiers to attack immediately.

Not long after, the surrounding gravel, bricks and tiles were cleaned up, and the foundation was lifted, revealing a white jade prism more than ten feet wide. The ghost soldiers dug down for more than ten meters, but they still haven't dug to the end of the prism.

The whole body of the pillar was smooth, and there was a clang when knocked.The white column body is mixed with countless black feather-like patterns, and the feathers are engraved with traces of talismans of different lengths, which are weird and full of evil.

Black and White Wuchang looked around the pillar twice, but he didn't find any gap similar to the entrance.

"Get out of the way!" Yan Jun's face was gloomy, and he pointed like a knife, directly cutting off the capital of the column, a thick bloody smell and cold air immediately escaped, the chill was biting, and the few ghost soldiers standing closer couldn't bear it. I shuddered.

Sensing the familiar aura, Yan Jun's figure was like lightning, he rushed to the top of the pillar, looked down, the inside of the pillar was indeed empty, and from a distance, he could only see a small dragon clustered at the bottom of the pillar, life and death were unknown.

Yan Jun frowned tightly, and jumped down.

"Your Majesty!" Black and White Wuchang hurriedly followed, followed by jumping to the bottom of the pillar.

If it hadn't been mentioned by Zhao Wugou before, if it wasn't for the evidence of aura, Yan Jun would hardly have recognized that the miserable little dragon in front of him was Wen Liang.

Its beautiful silver dragon armor is covered in scales and blood-stained, and there are almost no intact scales. The pair of gorgeous and eye-catching ice crystal dragon horns in the past have long disappeared, and only two are left. The blood hole remained on the top of the head, and blood was still faintly oozing out.

Where is the domineering look of the Frozen End Divine Dragon?

Bai Wuchang was so shocked that he even forgot to take the death record. Hei Wuchang put his hand into Xiaolong's nose, and after a while, he shook his head, "Your Majesty, be gentle with it... its breath has died."

"Soul calling."

After regaining his senses, Bai Wuchang raised his hand and grabbed it twice, but failed to summon the soul of the little silver dragon, "Your Majesty, Wen Liang's soul is gone."

The dragon horn and dragon soul of the Frozen End Divine Dragon can attract the ancient dragon's breath.It seems that the other party is trying to catch Wen Liang as a lead.

Yan Jun's face sank like water, he lowered his eyelids, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a crystal-like flash in the middle of the silver dragon's body.His forehead beat slightly, and he quickly asked Black and White Wuchang to lift up the little silver dragon's body.

Protected by the body of the little silver dragon is a crystal bell jar, and the one in the middle of the jar is the little Hades.

At this moment, he was also covered in blood, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, tears were still on his fleshy face, and he was tightly holding a half-moon-shaped object with both hands.

Yan Jun put away the crystal cover, leaned over to pick up his little guy and was about to leave when he suddenly felt a strange breath coming from the bottom of his feet.

He stopped, waved his hand and slashed towards the ground, the spiritual energy slashed through the air, and the two-foot-thick ground cracked apart with a loud noise, turning into dust.

There is actually another layer underneath?Black and white Wuchang looked at each other with surprised expressions on their faces.

Under the ground, a huge iron cage suddenly appeared. The iron cage was cast from refined copper, and each cage was as thick as an arm.In the middle of the cage, there is actually a person sitting upright!

The man didn't know how long he hadn't seen the sun, his hair was disheveled and dragged on the ground, his appearance was haggard, his clothes were ragged, and he was so thin that only a handful of bones remained, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

In the dust, the person in the iron cage slowly raised his head, moved his lips a few times, and finally managed to make a sound, which was as ugly as scratching on rough sandpaper, "What year is it now?"

Zhao Wugou opened his eyes, and found that he was lying on a high bed with soft pillows in an antique room, and the little bun was at his side, within arm's reach, sleeping soundly with that bulging little face .

Seeing that the little guy was rescued and lying on his side safe and sound, Zhao Wugou couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand to tuck the quilt for the little bun, only to find that a long bloodstain stretched from the little guy's neck to the back of the ear.

Lifting the quilt and looking closely, the little guy also had several wounds of different depths on his hands.

Apparently, the little guy who was usually arrogant and extravagant and used to raising rich clothes and fine food and being held in the palm of the hands of the ghosts in the underworld really suffered a lot this time.

In the middle of his hands, he was still tightly grasping a half-moon-shaped thing.

Zhao Wugou sized it up twice, did it look like a scale?

The doorknob slammed lightly, and Yan Jun stepped into the room. Behind him was a kid with red hair standing on end.

"My lord, this is a soup made from phoenix blood grass and unicorn horn. It's been half a cup of tea, and it's ready to drink now." The little ghost put the yellow soup cup on the Yanshan stone tray on the low table beside the bed, Exhorted carefully.

Zhao Wugou blinked his eyes, the brat in front of him is... "One watch?"

The little ghost nodded vigorously in joy, "Congratulations, my lord, for returning to the throne!"

Yan Jun waved his hand, and the little ghost backed out quickly with the tray in his hand.

Zhao Wugou picked up the soup cup and drank a couple of sips, then pointed to the thing in the little bun's hand, "What did he grab?"

Yan Jun paused and said, "Ni Lin."

"Dragon's Reverse Scale?" Zhao Wugou stared at Yan Jun with rounded eyes, the Dragon's Reversed Scale, if you touch it, you will be angry, and you will never die.The last time Xiao Baozi asked Wen Liang, he was beaten up by Yan Jun.Where did this piece come from?

etc?The little bun is here, where is the little silver dragon?

Thinking back carefully, when the Eastern Prince was discussing the deal with him, he only said Xiao Baozi from the beginning to the end, and never brought the word 'we'.

Zhao Wugou couldn't help feeling cold in his heart, he put down the soup cup, looked up at Yan Jun, "What happened to Wen Liang?"

Yan Jun sighed, moved his jaw lightly, and nodded, "Before we dug up the Huxin Pavilion, Wen Liang had passed away. The evil son of our family was hidden in a crystal cover by Wen Liang, and was well protected among its corpse. At that time He is holding this scale in his hand, presumably it was given to him by Wen Liang before he died."

Zhao Wugou frowned, "So, it died because of...Little Baozi?"

Yan Jun shook his head, "The blood, horns, and soul of the Frozen End Divine Dragon can attract the ancient dragon's breath, and form an array to attract thousands of souls. The Eastern Prince arrested Wen Liang, just to kill him to sacrifice."

In order to be safe, the Dong Wanggong sent out to catch Wen Liang must be a master of Xuan level.Since that master started, without Wen Liang, who was protected by the old dragon, life had already entered the countdown.

The little buns are just a door-to-door gift.

Thinking of Wen Liang's plain appearance, Zhao Wugou felt pain in his heart, it was just a small dragon, "Have you found Wen Liang's soul?"

"When Xiaobai and the others found its soul at the bottom of the lake, it had already been bitten to pieces and was extremely fragile. We had to temporarily gather up its remnant soul and put it in the reverse scale."

Yan Jun pointed to the half-moon-shaped scales in the hands of the little Hades.The reason why Ni Lin is called Ni Lin and must not be touched is because there is hidden dragon's breath, which is just right to restrain the remnant spirit at this moment.

"Is there a way to save it?" Zhao Wugou clenched his fists, he could still clearly recall the pain of being bitten by the souls at the bottom of the lake, just a few breaths, it was already unbearable for him. What he has endured must be far worse than him.

"Yes, yes, but..." Yan Jun paused, showing hesitation, "I'm afraid you won't agree."

"Why don't I agree?" Zhao Wugou looked at Yan Jun puzzled.As long as Chong Wenliang tried his best to protect Xiao Baozi's mind, they should try their best to save it.

"If you want to save Wen Liang, you must help him mend his soul with seven jades and eight treasures, and then use a hundred years of spiritual power to help him nourish him for a thousand days. After the soul is stable, he will be cast into the world and reincarnated. If he can enter the path and practice hard, In the future, when the merits and virtues are complete, they may return to the body of the dragon again."

Zhao Wugou frowned. Although the seven jewels and eight treasures are hard to find, they are available in the treasury of the underworld, so it is the matter of the hundred years of spiritual power?

"The hundred-year spiritual power needs to be mine?" Zhao Wugou nodded without hesitation, "No problem."

"No, your spiritual power and mine are too domineering, and Wen Liang's soul may be unable to bear it now and collapse." Yan Jun shook his head, pointing to Xiao Baozi, "We need to use his. Their spiritual power levels are similar, so they can Guarantee the safety of gentle souls to the greatest extent."

Zhao Wugou: ……………

Xiao Baozi's spiritual power is less than a hundred years in total, if he exhausts his spiritual energy, wouldn't Xiao Baozi himself... Wait, their spiritual energy can't be lost to Wen Liang, can they lose to Xiao Baozi's?

"Daddy!"

"Father!"

"Help me!" Zhao Wugou was about to ask Yan Jun, when the little bun who was sleeping next to him kicked off the quilt, shouted loudly, and woke up.

"Having a nightmare?" Zhao Wugou touched the little guy's forehead, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Daddy!" The little bun blinked, and after recognizing the person in front of him as Zhao Wugou, he hugged his arm and cried loudly, "Daddy, it's all my fault!...I shouldn't have picked it to fight! ...causing it to be punished by heaven...when it was caught...I wanted to cast a talisman to ask for help, but Wen Liang trapped me in the hood!"

The little bun was crying out of breath in Zhao Wugou's arms, and he told the story of their arrest intermittently. Zhao Wugou hugged the little guy and comforted him for a while before he calmed down.

"Daddy, it was I who hurt Wen Liang!" The little guy lowered his head blaming himself, and couldn't help sobbing when he saw the reverse scale in his hand, "Can you think of a way to save it?"

Zhao Wugou gritted his teeth, let go of the little bun, squatted on the side of the bed, and looked at him at eye level, "If you want to save it, you can't rely on daddy and father, but on yourself. You need to use up all your spiritual energy. Maybe you have to die, are you still willing?"