"Robbery? Where can you rob this thing?" Han Sen took out the silver mutated music insect egg and threw it to Master Yang.
Master Yang caught the mutated music insect egg and took a closer look at it. His eyes almost popped out of his head: "Sir... you really dug this up?"
"Isn't it dug or raw?" Han Sen curled his lips and said.
Master Yang really couldn't believe it. Han Sen didn't understand Earth Vein Technique, so he casually went around the Ancient Asia Star. Not only did he dig up more than a dozen octave worm eggs, but he also dug up a mutated octave worm egg. This was simply...
It's an incredible miracle. If everyone was like Han Sen, then they, the masters, should all starve to death.
For the first time, Master Yang had doubts about his professional value, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Li Bingyu also didn't believe that Han Sen dug these eight-note insect eggs himself, and thought to himself: "He must have contacted Qin Bai. It seems that my chance is coming soon."
"Mr. Yang, I'll leave these genetic eggs to you. Sell them to me at a good price. Our food and clothing depend entirely on them." Han Sen said to Master Yang.
"Sir, it's best not to sell this mutated music insect egg. Only sell ordinary music insect eggs. Keep this mutant egg as a treasure of the store. With it in our store, we will definitely give it to
We attracted a lot of business." Master Yang said.
"It's up to you." Han Sen is actually not very interested in money. He only needs enough money to allow him to live in Yubi City.
"Where is Qin Wan'er's body?" Han Sen carefully studied the map of Yubi City, but because Yubi City was so big, it was difficult to determine where the mystery Bai Mo said was located.
Han Sen bought some refrigerated genetic blood from the Internet. They were low-grade goods and didn't cost much.
Because of the quantum transmission system, even if it is several galaxies away, it can be delivered directly to the transmission station and then distributed by couriers.
Han Sen quickly obtained several large bags of genetic blood, and then locked himself in the room.
Putting the stone box in the bathtub, Han Sen poured the blood in the cold storage bag onto the stone box. After the blood came into contact with the stone box, he suddenly saw the strange symbols engraved on it light up, releasing a cold force.
of petrified light.
Wherever the light of petrification shines, both metal and flesh are directly petrified, and even the clothes on Han Sen's body are turned into stone.
Unfortunately, this petrifying light could not do anything to Han Sen's body. Han Sen just felt a little cold, and his skin and hair showed no signs of being petrified.
As more and more blood poured out, the patterns on the stone box seemed to be able to suck blood, and all the blood was sucked into the patterns.
Han Sen poured the blood in one bag after another. The blood color of the patterns became heavier and heavier, and the light of petrification became stronger and stronger. Until there was only one blood bag left, Han Sen suddenly heard a click.
The stone box actually opened automatically.
"I wonder what's hidden inside?" Han Sen was curious and reached out to open the stone box. He was slightly startled.
I saw that the thing contained in the stone box was an oval stone, shaped a bit like an egg, with a mouth at the top and six holes on the side. The whole body was dark gray in color, and it was clearly a stone xun.
The xun is a musical instrument, and Han Sen is no stranger to this kind of instrument. Xiangyin, one of the Eight Demon Generals under the Ancient Demon Seat, once gave Han Sen a xun and taught him how to play the xun.
Unfortunately, Han Sen's musical ability is very average. Although he studied seriously on his own for a period of time, he did not have high achievements and only used it occasionally to entertain himself.
Now I saw another xun. Han Sen held it in his hand and couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. Ever since Miss Xiangyin ascended, Han Sen had tried many ways to find her, but he had never found her. This was Han Sen's regret.
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The petrified light on the stone box had disappeared. Han Sen stroked the stone and sighed in his heart: "Miss Xiangyin, where have you been?"
The stone xun is simple and simple, without any decorative patterns on it. It is just a stone xun that does not look very beautiful in shape, and can even be said to be a bit rough.
The surface of the stone xun is not even polished very smooth, it looks bumpy and bumpy, as if it was something from ancient times.
Han Sen carefully searched the stone box again, but unfortunately there was nothing else except this stone xun.
"Such a weird stone box, the things inside it can't be ordinary things, right?" Han Sen looked left and right, but couldn't see anything special about this stone xun.
After thinking about it, Han Sen put the stone xun to his mouth, intending to play a piece of music to see if the stone xun had any special abilities.
But Han Sen's breath blew in, but the stone xun was not blown by him. Apart from the sound of the wind he blew, there was no sound at all.
"Strange, why doesn't this stone xun sound?" Han Sen looked at the stone xun again in surprise, but still couldn't see any problem. The structure of the stone xun was no different from ordinary xun, and the airway was not blocked. I don't know.
Why can't I make any sound?
Putting the earthen xun to his mouth again, Han Sen gathered the power of Xuanhuang Sutra this time, poured the powerful breath directly into this breath, and blew it fiercely into the xun.
"Woo!" The distant and desolate sound of the xun sounded, and Han Sen moved his fingers, causing the xun to emit different tones.
To Han Sen's surprise, after he removed his finger, a trace of smoke floated out from the sound hole. The smoke gradually gathered in the air, and soon turned into a white cloud.
"What is this?" Han Sen stopped playing the xun and looked at the white cloud suspended in the air with confusion. It looked like the somersault cloud controlled by Sun Wukong.
Suddenly, Han Sen heard a vague sound coming from the white cloud. The sound was not very small, but it was hard to hear clearly. It seemed like a woman's murmur, or like the Buddha's voice.
Reciting sutras.
"Who's in there?" Han Sen frowned slightly and punched the cloud. The cloud shattered with his fist and disappeared, and the sound also disappeared.
"What on earth is this?" Han Sen couldn't help but frown, and picked up the stone xun again to play. Soon, smoke floated out of the xun hole, and clouds condensed again.
Han Sen listened carefully, and sure enough, he heard the strange low murmur coming from the clouds. The sound seemed very far away and very close at the same time, and it sounded erratic.
Han Sen listened carefully for a while, and the expression on his face gradually changed, but the clouds dissipated automatically at this time.
He quickly picked up the stone xun and played it again, and sure enough, clouds condensed again. This time Han Sen listened more carefully. After listening for a while, his face became weirder.