hold on to that dragon

"Who are you?" Jiang Rang asked.

The old ghost said: "I have forgotten all about the past."

This is the mantra of the Nether people.They are already dead, so don't mention the past.

"White bird decides life and death? Where did you know this sentence?" Jiang Rang asked again.

The old ghost said: "I forgot where I heard it. It should be some kid who was chatting and I heard it. It is said that the origin of this prophecy is the oracle that the witch king prayed to the sky. But I guess, since the white bird There is a word for 'bird', so Phoenix King should also know this prophecy."

All races in the spirit world hold regular sacrificial activities, and there will always be divination sessions, which are quite effective. The more important things are, the easier it is to be successfully divined. This is the destiny, and it is a clear plan arranged by heaven.

The old ghost said: "Wang, you seem to know this prophecy?"

Jiang Rang did know, and he also knew: "'White Bird Determines Life and Death' is just a half prophecy. There is another sentence before this sentence. Do you know what it is?"

"I don't know."

"really do not know?"

"If you don't know the truth, you don't know." The old ghost said, "It's strange to say that there are several versions of the first half of the prophecy. I don't know if it's a misrepresentation by someone with a heart, or it's the destiny. But the second half of the sentence has always been certain."

Jiang Rang didn't pursue the first half of the prophecy, but said: "There are so many white birds in the world."

"Yes. There are also many yellow birds in the world, but the yellow bird that everyone knows is the Wushan yellow bird. There are also many mysterious birds in the world, but the mysterious bird that everyone knows is the 'Destiny Black Bird'. "

These two birds are divine birds of ancient times.

Wushan is the place where the Emperor of Heaven kept the magic medicine, and there was a yellow bird there to take care of the magic medicine for him.This yellow bird belongs to the phoenix genus. It has five colors but the main color is yellow, which means it is a yellow phoenix.

The mysterious bird of destiny, it is said that God once let a mysterious bird leave blood in the lower realm-Shang clan.After the spirit world and the human world were separated, this nation once established a dynasty called Shang in the human world.

There are two theories about what kind of bird the black bird is, one is the black swallow, and the other is the black phoenix.Maybe both, since the divine bird is perfectly capable of changing its form.

"Your words don't make any sense." Jiang Rang opened the birdcage and touched the dull hair on Feng Xiaomao's head, which will grow into a beautiful white feather crown in the future. "Maybe there will be a white bird known all over the world, but it doesn't have to be this one."

"But you just put this one in your cage."

"It was just a coincidence that I knew it."

"All destiny is just a coincidence in the beginning."

"No one can figure out the meaning of the ambiguous words like 'white bird decides life and death'. Do you think it is credible?"

"I thought this meant: the white bird can decide the life and death of living beings." The old ghost smiled, "It seems that you have other ideas?"

Jiang Rang asked, "Are you and I alive or dead?"

"You think you are alive, you are alive. I think I am dead, you are dead."

Jiang Rang smiled: "I think you will live longer than me." This old ghost has killed several ghost kings, and he probably will follow in the footsteps of his predecessors.

"No, you should live longer." The old ghost looked at Jiang Rang's cage, "After all, you have birds. But I also want to live longer, at least until after the prophecy occurs, so that I can know the complete prophecy What the hell is it?"

Jiang Rang thought to himself, no wonder he can live as a ten thousand year old ghost, because his ghost life is quite promising.

Jiang Rang turned around and continued to do his own thing - looking for books.

The old ghost probably hadn't talked to anyone for a long time, and now he couldn't stop talking, he asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Books about witchcraft, such as witchcraft, soul refining, etc."

These things are "widely spread" in the human world for some reason, so we have to find out what's going on.

The old ghost said: "There are no books about witchcraft here at all. People of the Wu clan rarely come to the netherworld by 'death'." Even when they come, they don't like writing books.

"Then I'll just take a look." Jiang Rang still planned to browse through the entire bookstore's bibliography.

"Soul refining is not a good thing, why would you want to learn that?"

"I met a person who can refine souls. He can refine other people's souls into spiritual weapons, and he can also devour other people's souls and occupy other people's bodies."

Jiang Rang suspects that not only the Wei family in the human world can refine souls.Moreover, since there are people in the human world who know how to refine souls, there must also be people in the spirit world.

In the past, he didn't care about these things. In the past hundred years, he has been the master of the nether world, and he never took the initiative to find things to do—except to trouble Du Guangye.

But recently, he took care of a lot of "nosy".

He looked at his birdcage, before on the mountain of flames, the little furball who always needed him to save came to "save" him, he thought at that time, even if the white bird can save people, he can't just do nothing , Just watch such a little thing busy alone.

It has been a hundred years since I came to Nether, day after day, it is no different from death.But in fact, you can still live on.

"Do you want to leave Netherworld and go outside?" Jiang Rang asked the old ghost.

This old ghost is like a day for thousands of years, and he has died more thoroughly than him. Maybe it will change when he goes out to see the light.

The old ghost shook his head and turned back to the topic of soul refining: "Soul refining is not very useful. No matter how good someone else's body is, it can't compare to your own. I don't see any need to refine the soul body into a spiritual weapon. Feili is not necessarily useful."

Jiang Rang didn't say anything.Wanting other people's bodies is not necessarily for good use, it may be for other purposes.Refining the soul body into a spiritual weapon may be laborious and not easy to use in the spirit world, but it is different in the human world. In the human world, this level of witchcraft is enough.

"Look at this." Jiang Rang took out a black bead from his sleeve and handed it to the old ghost. It was the soul body of the little clay figurine he brought back from the human world.

The old ghost took the beads, weighed them, and said, "This is a soul body with many soul fragments mixed together."

"This is the soul body refined into a spiritual weapon."

"Sorcery." The old ghost shook his head, "People who use this kind of magic will be backlashed sooner or later."

"He's already dead." But he didn't die from backlash, he died from bad luck.

"Good death." The old ghost said, "I don't know much about soul refining, but I do know a little bit about witch formations."

oh? "Do you have anything to do with the Wu Clan?"

"My mother is from the Wu tribe."

"Yeah." Before that, he said that he didn't remember what happened before his death.

"You play chess with me, and I'll tell you about the Wuzhen."

"Do you like to play chess?" Jiang Rang hasn't played chess since his death, and he doesn't remember if he played chess before his death.

"My father likes it." The old ghost said.

The old ghost's chess skills were extremely poor, and Jiang made this "novice" win every game except for the first game.

But the old ghost played with great interest, so Jiang Rang half-heartedly took the little wind ball out of the cage, fed it some spiritual liquid, then pinched the little wings and felt the fur, and only glanced at the chessboard when it was his turn to play.

"What's the matter with this little bird?" He couldn't wake up after so much trouble, and he slept too deeply, right?

"Spiritual power is overdrawn."

The old ghost reached out and nodded Feng Xiaomaoqiu's head: "Little white bird, you have to be careful, many people die because of exhaustion of spiritual power."

"..." These words were probably well-intentioned, but they really didn't sound very nice.Jiang Rang said: "Don't say that you died of spiritual overdraft."

"No. I died in the water just like you." The old ghost looked at the little furball again, "Little white bird, remember to be careful of the water."

Jiang Rang: "..." He died in the water, but he died with a bow and arrow.Birds do, however, be careful with bows and arrows, the weapon is dangerous to them.

"Someone is looking for you." The old ghost said.

There were voices downstairs, and someone was asking, "Is the king here?"

After a while, someone came upstairs, the old ghost disappeared, and the visitor saw Jiang Rang sitting alone in front of the chessboard, as if playing chess with himself.

The person who came was Shuofeng, and he came to report about the boat: "My lord, the boat is ready."

"Let them go first, I still have something to do. No, just tell them I'm gone."

ah? "What if Mr. Feng asks where you have been?"

"Of course it's Du Guangye, didn't we agree to go to Du Guangye?"

"...Yes." Shuo Feng left.

Shuofeng told Fengxuan and Yingba that he had left first according to Jiang Rang's intention.

Feng Xuan and Ying Ba were very angry.

I didn't expect this ghost king to come up with such a trick. He agreed to go together, but he sneaked away first, and ran away with their little boy. It's really unreasonable!

"When did he leave?" Feng Xuan asked.

"...It shouldn't be long."

"Then we have to chase quickly." Feng Xuan and Ying Ba hurried on board.

Xiao Meng also boarded the boat: "I will go too. The master will definitely need me."

Fang Xin following Xiaomeng: "...Then what about me?"

"You come together, the master must need a mount."

Fang Xin: "..." She knew Xiao Meng would definitely mention the mount.

After a few people boarded the boat, the boat started immediately.

The ship will enter the North Sea by way of the River Styx.On the opposite side of the North Sea is the Inland Continent, and the capital is located in the central area of ​​the Inland Continent.

After Shuo Feng left, the old ghost reappeared on the other side of the chessboard: "Are you going to attack Du Guangye again?"

Everyone knows that Jiang Rang and Du Guangye have a grudge, even the old ghost who lives in the bookstore every day knows it.

Jiang Rang said: "I have been attacking and never stopped."

He thought the old ghost would have some opinion, but unexpectedly he said, "I don't like Du Guangye either."

"You also died in Du Guangye?"

"That's not it."

After playing more than ten games of chess, the old ghost gave Jiang Rang a jade slip and said, "All the shaman formations I know are recorded in it."

Jade slips are spiritual tools used to record text or images, and are similar to videos in the human world.

The old ghost's jade slip is quite old, and the text inside is very different from the current one. Jiang Rang looked at it with great effort. He thought to himself that the old ghost might have lived for more than ten thousand years.

The old ghost said: "Don't ask me if you don't understand, I don't remember anything."

"..."

After leaving Shuge, Jiang Rang met Shuo Feng who came to him.

Shuo Feng told him that Feng Xuan and the others had set off: "Xiao Meng and Fang Xin also followed."

"Okay." Jiang Rang said, "You go to the Mountain of Fire... Forget it, I will go by myself."

Shuo Feng said, "My lord, if you have anything to do, just tell me."

"fine."

Jiang Rang took the little fur ball to the mountain of flames. He thought about whether to put the little fur ball in the fire and roast it, maybe it would wake up after roasting for a while?

no.The little furball is still in a coma, and in its state, it may not be able to deal with Yanhuo.

Jiang Rang put away the cage, took the little fur ball, touched his hood, and then touched his sleeves. The little fur ball can dress anywhere when he is awake, but it is a bit difficult to deal with when he is in a coma.

In the end, Jiang Rang chose to put the little fur ball in his arms. It is absolutely safe because it cannot be burned or lost.