After all, Meng San didn’t understand what Ji Wuchan wanted to express.
After Ji Wuchan left, she still lived her boring confinement life, boring to sleep, boring to look at the sky, boring to count sheep...
She has long been accustomed to this kind of life, and she has always lived like this in the past when she was not seen or perceived by others.
When she is really bored to the point of going crazy, she likes to weave her own dreams.
All kinds of weird and endless dreams, and then secretly put them into the consciousness of a mortal, letting them experience everything she imagined in their sleep, and then watching with interest what they would do in the plot she designed.
What a reaction.
Now that she has come to this barren place of confinement, there are no mortals for her to "play" with, and the level of boredom has risen to another level.
At this time, she couldn't help but think of Xiao Hei.
It would be great if Xiao Hei still had memories for him to check.
Unfortunately not.
This is the mortal body. No matter how glorious your life is, it is just a flash in the pan, so short-lived.
It's no wonder that the emperor in the imperial city is obsessed with cultivation every day.
It's just that the method of cultivation is a bit too evil.
Meng San recalled what Xiao Hei had experienced in his memory.
According to what he saw and remembered, the emperor may have used the method of cooking living people to cultivate.
He has heard of this method before.
In the world of cultivation, talent is the best, and monks with Class A superior spiritual roots can practice at several times the speed of ordinary people. In comparison, monks without talent can practice slowly and laboriously, and it will be difficult for them to reach the threshold of ascension throughout their lives.
But is it really hard to touch?
There are exceptions to everything, and the same goes for cultivation.
Perhaps because their desire to ascend was too strong, some monks without talent began to delve into some crooked ways.
After studying for several years, they actually came up with several methods. In addition to seizing the body, one of them was to use people to make elixirs.
As for this person, he is naturally a special person.
It is said that the person who is used to make elixirs must have a first-class spiritual root talent. After finding his spiritual roots, he can dig up his spiritual roots and make a soup of his bones and flesh to refine the elixir. If he takes it, he will be reborn.
Moreover, the number of people captured to refine the elixir is uncontrollable until it is completed.
It is said that the number depends on the strength of the spiritual roots of the person you find. If it is a very high-quality spiritual root, only one person is enough, but if it is an inferior spiritual root, it may cost some lives.
And this kind of elixir refined using extremely cruel methods is called "Bone Replacement".
Meng San guessed that this was what the emperor wanted to refine.
The success rate of this cultivation method is extremely low, and it kills too many creatures, so it will be extremely risky when ascending.
Most people don't dare to do it easily.
The great shaman named Wugui who helped the emperor refine the elixir must be someone from the cultivation world.
However, why does he, a monk, spend so much time refining "bone replacement" for a mortal?
Sanhua in Xiao Hei's memory obviously knew something, but she was very secretive about it.
It seems to be related to people from the upper world.
How can Wugui, a mortal, have anything to do with people in the street world?
Maybe it's possible.
Senior brother, senior sister or master or something like that...
However, it is really too risky.
Meng San thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what the emperor and Wugui's plan was, but because she was really bored, she had to pass the time by sorting out these clues and reasoning.
Time passed as it reasoned and pondered day by day. During this period, Ji Wuchan occasionally came over to express his condolences.
Mengsan never thought of telling others these things, so when Ji Wuchan came over, he put aside his reasoning and started bragging with him.
But lately, Ji Wuchan's visits have become less and less frequent, and every time he comes, he looks a little sad. Meng San asked him, but he didn't say anything.
Meng San had no one else to ask, but she was so curious that she wanted to rush out and ask Feng Heyue immediately.
Such a day is coming soon.
The scenery at the bottom of the mountain changed from dark green to golden to snow-white, until a pine tree on the edge of the cliff sprouted tender green leaves. Meng San finally completed her confinement.
However, when she returned to Yaomingyuan from the place of confinement, the first news she learned was about the ugly princess.