"Forget about the bamboo demon and the flower demon, what the hell are the lantern demon and the child demon?"
Asking Jiang, Lingdan asked honestly: "How can a lantern be related to life? Isn't it an inanimate object made by humans?"
In the only remaining historical records of the Yunxia Empire, there are very few records about lanterns. The red lantern seems to be a festival representative that existed during the Chinese New Year in the past.
Even if it exists, Lingdan still doesn't understand why the lantern can turn into a little girl.
What's even more outrageous is that it actually succeeded.
In the perception of their spirit card masters, shouldn't this be a random card?
Wen Jiang looked out the window. Her building had a good view, and she could see the skyscrapers of the Imperial City towering into the sky.
It's just that compared to her world, the world here always has a gray and deserted feel. Perhaps it's because the two worlds ultimately develop in different directions.
"In the past." Wen Jiang said softly: "There are many strange and dreamy legends in Yunxia. All things have spirits. Even inanimate objects, which are entrusted with various thoughts of people, will gradually turn into animals with their own
The spirit of consciousness will turn into a monster if it encounters a strange encounter."
"For example, this lantern demon itself is a red lantern, but before Yunxia, every household would hang red lanterns during festivals or on weekdays to express happiness. The New Year is a time for family reunions, and lanterns carry the feelings and sustenance of many people.
, it’s not surprising that it turns into a spirit. Even if it’s a stone or a piano, it’s possible.”
This lantern demon, of course, has a prototype. It appeared in a small mountain village and protected a village.
Lingdan was very confused when he heard this: "I didn't find such similar rumors in your country's history. How did you know about it?"
How did she know?
She comes from another world, so she naturally knows.
Lingdan was not stupid. After all, it was a technological system. He probably guessed something. He quickly hesitated and did not dare to discuss the topic head-on. He just said: "What about the child demon? Is it related to children?"
Child monster.
Wen Jiang felt a little heavy when he thought about the first time he met this little monster.
The child demon is a resentment demon transformed from the soul of a dead baby girl. After the aura of her world was revived, the child demon's resentment turned into a demon and massacred many people in the mountains and villages.
Because at that time, some old mountain villages still had the idea of preferring boys over girls. Countless baby girls had died and been aborted. Over time, the resentment was so strong that it could not be eliminated. When the spiritual energy was revived, it formed naturally.
Later, the damage became too great, so I asked Jiang to get rid of it himself.
Its formation is a tragedy, but we cannot sit back and let it harm others.
In this era, that narrow concept has long since disappeared. Wen Jiang did not explain much, only said: "I made it, of course I have my reasons."
"Okay." Lingdan changed the subject: "Our points have reached seven. I can only see the spirit card masters from the Yamanaka Flower Association here. It should be that the deck you made was seen by them and they know the card.
The power of the cards, all they contributed was excitement."
Lingdan was very happy: "I didn't expect our progress to be quite fast."
According to its assumptions, if Wen Jiang followed its plan and honestly followed the main line and completed tasks that arouse women's jealousy, it might not be so fast, and the emotional value that one or two female supporting characters could contribute would also be very little.
This also reflects that this point is indeed very difficult to obtain.
No wonder it didn't believe that Qian Jiang had other abilities before.
Ling Dan is eager to try: "If you reach 7 points, you can draw a wave of R-level ten consecutive draws. The first draw only costs six points! What a deal."
"Just those beauty cards? Lotus deodorant cards?"
"...Hey, if I draw something useful, it can heal the scars on your face as soon as possible. This is the tenth company!"
Looks like a great deal.
Wen Jiang stood up and walked to the mirror. Seeing the scars on his face that were almost gone, he rolled his eyes: "Waiting for your card? They've already been put into the incinerator. Do you think anyone can be saved?"
Lingdan: "Isn't there something more?"
To be honest, it was quite strange. Ling Dan didn't expect Wen Jiang to recover so quickly.
It didn't know that during the process of making cards, Wen Jiang's spiritual energy was circulating and automatically repairing her physique.
According to the medical technology of this era, it would be difficult to completely restore that scar without leaving any scars. Only by finding some special spiritual card masters to provide medical cards may it be possible to repair it, but the price is equally expensive.
But Jiang is recovering very quickly now, and I haven’t seen her make similar healing cards herself?
And she never sleeps. I haven't seen her take a break in the past few days. Her mental state is still so good that it's almost terrifying, like... a monster.
It's completely different from the Lingdan system's understanding of the world's data. It thinks there's a problem, but it doesn't dare to ask.
Today's face has returned to its former whiteness and tenderness, and some facial features similar to those of his former self can be seen, but this body is still too immature and too thin. It has gained some weight in the past few days.
Wen Jiang pinched his cheek, and when he saw himself in the mirror doing the same thing, the phone next to him suddenly rang.
Lingdan said: "You were beaten at school."
There has been no news for more than a week, so this aristocratic school may not be able to bear it any longer.
Wen Jiang snorted lightly and answered the phone this time.
Sure enough, it was the rather annoyed voice of the head teacher in the original owner's memory.
"Ask Jiang, you haven't come to class for a week, which is a serious violation of our school's regulations. I will give you a time now. You can either rush to the school before the afternoon to report for review, or you can come directly to sign the withdrawal notice!"
Before Jiang could open his mouth, the head teacher's tone was like a machine gun: "Our school has quotas for research, and others can't get in if they want to. With your background, you are so proud of your ancestors that you can enter our school. You really don't know."
Cherish it, if you encounter something bad, you will die or live. Did you cause the police incident last time? Since you are so mentally fragile, our school cannot tolerate a giant Buddha like you!"
The previous original owner was driven to tears by these repeated questions. Now Wen Jiang still smiled after hearing this, but the system suddenly remembered her attitude towards Song Yingchen on the first day...
really.
"Why are you so anxious? Are you so anxious for me to go to school to bury you?"
It's okay that she doesn't quarrel with others. She is confident and has a slow and leisurely attitude in everything she does. However, she can greet the other party's ancestors when she opens her mouth: "The school is so noble? Then why did you let me go in there in the first place? How can you not want to do things after receiving the money?
The reason? You don’t dare to fart now because you can’t explain it to your sponsor father. I am your sponsor father’s grandfather. You, your great-grandson, please have a better attitude towards me.”
