The villain is being forced to whitewash again

Leaving from the Beigong palace, Qin Shi stood outside holding an antique sword that Zhao Yuan gave him. The clues he found this time were few and far between. previous medical books.

I read all the pages of the paper and memorized all the medical knowledge in it, but it still didn't help.

The person who wrote this medical book seems to have intentionally left such serious things in 90.00%, and only the remaining [-]% is what he really wants to express hidden under the thick layer, like a bright signal in the dark night , Only when it is lit, can the eyes see it.

He chewed the English sentence on the last page again—where he came from, he went there...

What exactly is it referring to?It shouldn't be the last world, it's the bait left by the last letter, and this must have a deeper meaning.

The first time he was born was in the previous world, and the second time he was reborn in this world, so the first place where he was reborn in this world is...

Suddenly remembered, it was a secret room on a barren mountain surrounded by clouds and mist!When he first went out, he was surrounded by a group of gangsters and sects. These people were frightened by him and quickly retreated. They mistakenly thought that it was the real product that came out of customs, so they would have the title of former leader of the demon sect that they could not shake off no matter what.

Is it possible that wherever you come from, you will go wherever you go...referring to that place?

Although there may be fraud in the process of suspicion, this matter is too fantastic. The guidance left over a hundred years ago, knowing his name and origin, and even the mantra of the master, why don't people want to find out?If you don't care about it in your heart, you really can't sleep day and night.

Go immediately.

There is no one living in that barren mountain, probably because the land is barren and difficult to walk. Just find a corner and dig a foot and you can see the scene where iron tools hit hard stones. It is really not suitable for farming, let alone animal activities. The thorns under the pine trees are doubly forlorn.

The last time the road down the mountain was not so difficult, maybe it didn’t exist in the first place, it was hacked out by those mighty Jianghu people and sects, the season is about to enter winter, the weather is cold and dry, he didn’t hesitate to use the car he carried with him The antique sword cut a way up the mountain.

If a person who likes to collect antiques sees such a wasteful behavior, he will probably clutch his chest and feel uncomfortable and want to pass out, but in his opinion, there is no need to care about this thing that exudes ghosts inside and out.

The long and short thorny thorns fell to the sides one after another, stepped on the boots and squeezed into the dry soil. After a while, they will be moistened by the rain and will break out of the ground again, wreaking havoc on this barren mountain again. The path that is only enough for one person to walk is winding Winding and winding towards the top, the white clouds and mist slowly spread out in front of you.

After two hours of long trek through the mountains, we finally reached the peak of this sparsely populated barren mountain.

The secret room back then was already very poor, the dust accumulated thickly on the ground like a large gray carpet, clumps of spider webs were hanging down in the corners, the black-red spiders slowly grabbed a white spider silk and hung upside down, using four Looking at him single-eyed, he walked into this dim interior from the outside alone.

The surrounding walls are all made of jet-black stones, and even the floor is made of the same material, which is not like the forging process of the Central Plains. He held a burning fire folder, and the spider web could not be avoided at all, so he had to tear it off first. Trying to smash one of the seemingly fragile corners, the force of the explosion seems to be completely absorbed. I don't know what kind of ore is used to make the bricks so hard as iron.

It seemed that brute strength was not working, and he began to slowly grope the entire wall, trying to find a weird small space, but still found nothing.

The line of sight shifted to the stone bed in the center, the length of an adult, the narrow width that the arms cannot be stretched out, stretched out his hand and knocked on the blue-gray top, a dull sound came out silently, there would be a slight movement inside Is it the organs of the whole body?

Squatting down halfway, I accidentally found a circle of patterns engraved on the bottom, which are opened pupils. They are connected one by one. Up?

Suspecting that he had read it wrong, he touched it directly with his hands, and then made sure that he was not blind. Why... there is a different one... Could it be some kind of hint?

Eyes opened, line of sight, straight line, gaze, he followed the place where the closed pupils were looking at, turned his head, and found something wrong.

Get up from the ground and walk over. There is a thin vertical line drawn on the black brick at the end of the door of the secret room. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t really see it. This trace should be an old object, because it is smooth to the touch due to wear and tear. a lot of.

The vertical line...he raised his head, walked out of the secret room, and continued to walk forward until a pine tree with branches and leaves almost filling the sky blocked the way rudely. The tree is at least a hundred years old. It is not easy to grow up in such a barren land.

I'm sorry, I did it for a reason, I didn't mean to ruin your peaceful life, he knocked down the tree, made a deafening sound when it fell to the ground, uprooted it, left nothing behind, there was nothing in the pit No, but he didn't take a look inside at all. He pulled out his sword and plunged it straight into the middle of the tree's massive roots.

Withdrawing the sword again, he pulled off the surrounding tree roots with his hand, squeezed in, felt a icy cold touch, it seemed to be a half-circle bracelet, grabbed it tightly and pulled it out, and something big fell, a heavy Big iron box.

It's really powerful. It was buried in this pit and then wrapped by the roots of pine trees that grew bigger and bigger. It has rusted into a large piece of red material, and it can't see the original appearance. It is so heavy, basically because of the outside. red rust.

It's a bit troublesome to open this thing. With so many layers of red iron rust, it's easy to get tetanus if you scratch the skin. In ancient times, tetanus can only be cured by resignation, but sulfuric acid can be used, but this is ancient...ancient sulfuric acid...

After thinking about it, he went back to look for the black brick with the vertical lines on it. The sword was inserted into the crack, and he knew it would rise up. Holding the extremely hard brick, he began to use the most primitive way— - Smash.

It opened unbearably within three strokes, and something rolled out from inside, knocked down by his feet, and stopped still.

Picking up the rope, it broke in a shameless manner, so I had to pick it up again, now I can take a closer look.

The very flamboyant pattern doesn't show dominance at all, but the texture is very delicate, and there are several silk handkerchief wraps on the outside, although most of them have become shattered at the touch of time.

It is also very transparent facing the sun, there are almost no impurities inside, it is top grade, it should be jade, but he has never seen this kind of natural jade mixed with gold, red and green, an indescribable expression appeared on his face, Isn't this thing really the dying masterpiece of some counterfeiter?

One side of the flower-shaped jade is engraved——Blood Religion, and the other is engraved——Zuo Guardian, he thought, is this what that person meant?

He had never heard of this sect, so he asked Zhao Yuan, Zhao Yuan was dumbfounded, you are the former leader of the Demon Cult, why did you ask me for detailed information about the sect in your own era?Of course, it is also possible that 100 years of sleeping too much is gradually aging. For an elderly person over 100 years old, being kind, he really can't ask his memory to be better.

He started to read ancient books, and after a whole morning passed, he hurriedly took an ancient book and spread it out on the table in front of him, "I found out that the Blood Cult was a Demon Cult 100 years ago, and its forces were concentrated in the desert outside the pass. Often provoke the Central Plains to be too arrogant, the former Demon Sect...cough when the former Demon Sect leader was practicing in seclusion, the Jianghu forces in the Central Plains came to crusade in person, but before they arrived, they first had internal conflicts, which intensified and then killed each other. They were all blown upside down, the current Demon Cult is just a lingering shell, the blood has been completely replaced, and even the original name of the Blood Cult is not dared to be called the Demon Cult directly.”

Qin Shi asked: "Then, is the base of the original Blood Cult that turned into dregs still there?"

Zhao Yuan said suspiciously: "Yes, I still have the location map drawn by the forces of the rivers and lakes when they arrived there, but... are you sure you want to go alone? The death zone is a desert that eats people but does not spit out bones. You I have experience, but there may be people from the Demon Cult around at any time, and they are not the people they were a hundred years ago, and they don't care about affection."

He said lightly: "Since that person is looking for me, he definitely doesn't want other people to get involved, besides." His eyes gradually turned cold, "I also really want to know what's going on."

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At the end of the absent-minded memory, he didn't answer the shopkeeper's question, but directly took out the empty water bag, "Fill me with water, do you sell camels here?"

"Of course, you come with me." The shopkeeper led him to the backyard. He had several healthy adult camels for him to choose from. He brought one out, added the newly purchased dry food and water bag, and rode on after paying the money. The tall camel slowly walked further into the depths of the desert.

Slightly shaking, the black gauze covered his head, half of the edge was hanging down, and the white hair was faintly hidden inside. In the shadow, he looked at the map in one hand, and it was still a long way to 100 years. The former Blood Cult base that was bombed beyond recognition, I hope that facing the ruins, we can find more useful clues instead of finding nothing.

With one hand, he folded the map into a square shape and put it in the pocket of his clothes. An antique sword inlaid with red, blue and yellow gemstones hung around his waist, dazzling and ghostly.

The toe prints of the camel extended to the distance bit by bit, disappeared in the sand dunes of varying heights, and turned into a little black in the yellow sand all over the sky.