From Zhou Ming's perspective, the whole scene of the battle was as follows: Lou Wenzhi had his heart ripped out, then he was grabbed by the neck, punched in the face, and immediately lost consciousness and entered the environment.

From entering the illusion, to opening the red door, to regaining consciousness, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was Lou Wenzhi, and then he immediately followed that weird "sense of guidance" and started talking to Lou Wenzhi.

battle.

In his memory, there was no episode of heart recovery at all.

But Wang Siyan said that before he started fighting, his whole body burned with icy blue flames, and all injuries to his body were instantly restored, and even the damaged hunter's clothing was restored to its original state.

After that, he engaged in self-mutilation behavior for about ten seconds. The specific manifestation was that his blood condensed into ice spikes and kept stabbing out of his body.

The direct result of this behavior was that the black mud in his body was completely removed.

Of course, Zhou Ming has no memory of these fragments. The point where his memory begins is before the battle with Lou Wenzhi.

"Oh! I almost forgot to tell you that when you finished blooming, you even said something to yourself." Wang Siyan said.

"flowering?"

Zhou Ming noticed this strange verb.

"When the ice thorns come out of your body, it looks like a flower...that's what I call it." Wang Siyan said.

What a genius at naming. Zhou Ming shook his head helplessly and asked, "What did I say at that time?"

"It seems like you said words like 'know' and 'understand', and it feels like you are talking to someone, but you also seem to be unconscious and talking to yourself." Wang Siyan recalled, nodding his forehead.

Zhou Ming thought for a long time, and the only thing he thought of was that the consciousness of the original owner still remained in this body.

But he wasn't sure, and was a little afraid of the truth. Although the original owner was himself in another parallel world, the thought of another person's soul existing in his body would always make people feel creepy.

"There are too many strange things. Let's go back and talk to Ah Wei. He is more professional in this kind of thing." Zhou Ming said.

Wang Siyan nodded: "That's right. By the way, Black Mud is almost solved, right? I heard that someone is doing experiments outside."

"The solution has almost been researched. After knowing the weakness of black mud, it will be much easier to deal with. Black mud's mobility will be greatly reduced during the day, and even infected people cannot exert the full power of black mud. I saw the experiments they did

It's quite scientific, and all its weaknesses have been tested."

Since Zhou Ming announced a series of properties of black mud that day, some smart magicians have carried out several experiments. Finally, they found that black mud can be immune to various spell attacks at night, but during the day, its defense power will be reduced.

dramatically drop.

If burned with a magical flame during the day, the volume of the black mud will slowly shrink and eventually evaporate and disappear.

They also developed a method to identify infected people, implemented it on a large scale in Sanyang Village, and eliminated many infected people.

This experiment also led to a conclusion that Zhou Ming failed to discover, that is, the black mud can only parasitize people with a certain amount of mana deposits, and will not parasitize ordinary people. It will only devour ordinary people.

Because this weirdness directly affected the revenue of the mine, several mountain king families attached great importance to it. They united and spent huge sums of money as bounties and invited magicians from all over the world to solve the weirdness.

With a large number of conjurers participating in the extermination, a large amount of black mud was destroyed.

But judging from the current situation, Zhou Ming feels that it is unrealistic to completely eliminate black mud. It is like a disease that can be suppressed and the infection rate can be reduced, but it cannot be completely eliminated.

Because no one can ensure that the entire mine, the entire forest, and even a small piece of black mud are gone.

Sanyang Village is such a large place, there will definitely be some omissions, this is inevitable.

"The characteristics have been basically investigated. Let the subsequent cleanup work be left to the locals. We can't help much by staying here. It is better to write a report and submit it to the superiors and let the relevant departments decide on countermeasures." Zhou Ming said.

Wang Siyan nodded gently and agreed: "Well, let's return during the day tomorrow. Don't forget that you still have to ask the monks for information."

"I know... By the way, this is for you, the trophy." Zhou Ming took out the pair of black gloves from his pocket.

Wang Siyan frowned slightly and took it with his index finger and thumb: "Well... I have to wash it several times before I can use it."

"Can you please stop having this unnecessary mysophobia?" Zhou Ming complained.

Wang Siyan rolled his eyes at him: "I want you to take care of it!"

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Before Zhou Ming left Sanyang Village, the Mountain King found the culprit who killed Wu Mingxing and a group of accomplices.

Of course, those people are not the real culprits, but the other Sannoh families must find scapegoats, otherwise their majesty will be ruined.

Those few people were tied up and sent to the mine, hung on ladders, skinned alive in front of the slaves, left to dry in the sun for twenty minutes, and then disemboweled and removed all the internal organs.

Their bodies will be hung at the entrance of the mine until they gradually decompose over several days.

Zhou Ming would not show up and tell them that he was still alive, but he knew that he won the game with the mountain kings of Sanyang Village.

Although other families found several scapegoats to restore the dignity of the mountain king, Zhou Ming saw that no one in the mine believed that they were the real culprits, and everyone firmly believed that these people were just innocent scapegoats.

Zhou Ming believed that even if it was him who was hung on that ladder and skinned and disemboweled, they would not believe it.

In their hearts, the hero who killed the Mountain King would be like all the righteous knights in the story, evading all pursuits, hiding in the shadow of the night, waiting for opportunities to punish those scum.

The seeds of hope have been planted, but it will take time for them to sprout.

The massacre of Wu Mingxing's family was just a shot of anesthesia given by Zhou Ming to everyone. When the severe pain after the anesthesia comes back, the real effect of the medicine will gradually take effect, and objective self-will will truly sprout.

Zhou Ming could imagine that the days here passed day by day, but the oppression and slavery would not improve at all. When the ignorant villagers and painful slaves once again despaired of the hero's redemption, they would understand that there are no heroes at all, only themselves.

Only then can you be your own hero.

"I feel that we really only need to do this to this extent." Wang Siyan raised his head and sighed, looking towards the entrance of the mine. There were four long bamboo ladders standing there, with four tools hanging at the top.

A bloody corpse.

Zhou Ming looked at the slaves who were still working in the mines. They silently endured the whips of the overseers, and they were more silent than ever before.

Zhou Ming nodded lightly, with a bitter smile on his lips: "This is enough. The innocent people who are saved will always need the next person to save them. But as long as you experience the experience of blood, you will know how to hold yourself tightly.

fist."
Chapter completed!