There were exactly six root carvers and six children. Each one used a small blade to scrape off the powder bit by bit. The wood was not very hard in the first place, but under the blades filled with spiritual power, the powder fell rustlingly.
Six children sat at half the table scraping wood, and five adults sat at half the table looking at rags.
Di Yuan suggested burning it, but Lin Yin objected.
"What if it's a treasure map? Hidden in the patterns?"
Well, first, you have to clean it.
The four grown men all looked at Shuanghua.
Shuang Hua was angry: "I'm a woman, so I should wash it? Qiao Yu, come here."
Qiao Yu:.What do you mean?
Swish, swish, a dozen cleaning techniques were thrown on it, and the rag immediately became clean, revealing its original pale white color.
It turned out to be white.
Lin Yin pointed his finger at the table: "I'm not asking you to wash it, but you women know more about fabrics. Is this pattern or something not simple?"
Oh, that's it.
Shuanghua stretched out her head and took a closer look at it several times, feeling extremely disgusted: "It's a very ordinary cloth, the kind worn by low-level monks. I don't know how many years it has been used."
There are no patterns at all. It's ordinary and there are no marks or anything like that. You can't think of a few holes as a special feature.
I took turns checking with my spiritual sense, checking inch by inch, and there was no problem.
Di Yuan: "Let's burn it with fire."
Lin Yin: "Use water first."
Ordinary water was definitely useless. He took a few bottles of prepared potion and poured it on carefully. There was no other change except that it became wet.
Di Yuan: "Let me come."
Pulling and lifting, the rag was wrapped in flames and hung above the table.
The six little ones who were scraping wood only looked up and then lowered their heads to concentrate on their own work. It's really strange that something as simple and monotonous as scraping wood can be quite interesting when everyone does it together.
Hu Nuan felt vaguely familiar.
Hu Qing: Of course you are familiar with it. Do you still remember the manual work in kindergarten? Your mother scraped the foam board for you. The foam flew around and was not easy to sweep, which made you collapse.
The hemp-white rags began to turn yellow when burned by fire. The fabrics worn by monks were somewhat waterproof against fire. Di Yuan's fire was at the Nascent Soul level, so this reaction was normal.
Di Yuan did not stop, and the small fire was still burning. The rag quickly turned into a burnt yellow mass, and some places began to turn black, with bits and pieces of red in the black.
Normally, if the fabric is burned to this point, it is useless and no one will pay attention to it anymore.
Di Yuan didn't move and continued to burn. The whole rag turned black, and the pieces were completely burned red. Some places were cracked, and there was a whoosh of green smoke, and a piece was missing.
It didn't stop and continued to burn.
The rag became smaller, but the smaller rag did not continue to shrink. The black color burned into red, and the red gradually turned into the color of white smoke. The flame wrapped around the changed rag, and there was no change on it. The flame retracted, A smoky white cloth fell on the table.
The slightly thick rag eventually became thinner and lighter than gauze, but opaque. The dark red on the tabletop did not change the hazy and opaque white.
With a flick of Shuanghua's fingers, the cloth of unknown material was spread out like water, smooth and integrated with the tabletop. It was square, two feet in length and width each.
So, what is this?
"It's such a clever method. Even the consciousness of the five real people can't see through its true face." Lin Yin took the folding fan and gently hit the palm of his hand: "The female disciple is called Zhou Lianqiao? Is this what she wants?"
In line with the relationship between fellow disciples, Junbo calmly said: "It's unknown."
Shuang Hua touched it and felt that her fingertips were rare soft and smooth. She couldn't help but admire: "It's comparable to shark gauze. Shark gauze is cool but cold, but this material is cold and warm. If it is made into clothes
, it must be comfortable.”
Men: "."
Shuanghua picked up a corner and picked it up. The material was pouring down like water, and it seemed to be nothing when it fell on her hand. It was so light that it had no weight.
"The clothes are not suitable. They are too light. Don't you feel like you are wearing nothing? They are also too close-fitting and completely expose your figure." We can only make close-fitting clothes.
Men: "."
Can't answer the call.
Shuanghua put the cloth back: "So, this is its final appearance? Blank? Such a clever method is just to hide a blank piece of cloth?"
Lin Yin took the potion and started applying it again, but there was no change.
At this time Leng Ruo looked over: "Uncle, use blood."
Blood?
Lin Yin's eyes fell on his little apprentice, why is this baby fat still there?
Jin Xin wowed: "Master, I will go outside to arrest someone for you."
There are so many things that don't please you, why do you only focus on your own apprentice?
He rolled his eyes, smiled, and stretched out his wrist: "Master, let me bleed."
Lin Yin knocked down the fan and said, "You want to recognize your master, right?"
Blood, he has it. It belongs to monsters, monsters.
The monster's blood turned black and it didn't react when poured on it.
The monster's blood turned blue, and it didn't react when it fell down.
Does it have to be human blood?
Lin Yin was cruel and drew his own blood, but there was still no reaction.
Leng Ruo thought about Zhou Lianqiao's life experience: "Is it going to use the blood of demons or demons?"
The adults looked at each other.
Junbo took a small jade bottle as thick as his finger: "The blood of a seventh-level monster."
The four of them were slightly startled. Seventh-level monsters can transform into human beings. Seventh-level monsters are equivalent to god-transformation monks, so they are difficult to deal with.
Regardless of the origin, everyone watched Junbo carefully open it and tilt it carefully, and a drop of rich golden blood fell on the cloth.
It was like a stone hitting the smoky white lake surface, and fine lines rippled out in circles. Something faintly floated up from the bottom of the water, and fell down again midway, and the water surface returned to calm.
Everyone held their breath as they actually reacted!
Junbo looked at everyone and asked if he wanted more drops. He only had a small bottle and didn't get a few drops, so he was afraid it wouldn't be enough.
"Wait a minute." After Lin Yin finished speaking, he also took out a small bottle, but it was filled with demonic energy. It was obviously filled with the blood of high-level monsters.
A drop of blood dropped, and black-red and golden blood particles rolled on the surface. There was no change for a long time.
Lin Yin quickly put it away, not wanting to waste it.
"It seems that this cloth only reacts to the blood of high-level monsters, or does it also react to the blood of monsters?"
Lin Yin has always thought a lot, and he can think of everything. At this time, he couldn't help but think: "It is said that there is God's will in the dark, and every opportunity has its own reason. If Zhou Lianqiao's opportunity is here,
, then what is the relationship between her and the demon? Only the blood of high-level demonic beasts can make it react, and the eighty-nine things hidden in it must be related to the demon."
Then why did God give Zhou Lianqiao an opportunity related to demons?
Leng Ruo almost jumped up and applauded. Her uncle Lin Yin was simply the wise man of the Chaohua Sect. Why? Of course it was because Zhou Lianqiao was a demon, so he was sensitive to demon things!
Master, keep talking, if you continue to speculate, you can expose Zhou Lianqiao!
Lin Yin came back with a twist: "But it finally came into our hands. Could it be that God gave us a chance?"
His eyes swept over Hu Nuan and Lin Shu, and he couldn't help but wonder: These two seem to grow slower than others, could it be that - they have the blood of the demon clan?
Seeing this cold anger, I fell down. Master, you have not mastered your wisdom.
