Chapter 91: Still need to take off? Ask for a monthly ticket]
In the yard, Ding Xiaoyi was lying on a sofa with moderate hardness and softness.
He was peeling off the candy wrappers with one hand and holding the diary in the other.
A huge iron pot on the side is being placed on a temporary dug earth pit. The fire lit below gradually boils the water in the pot until it boils.
The big head dances around from time to time, as if in its eyes, this is the new job Ding Xiaoyi has prepared for himself.
Peel the candy and stuff it into the mouth of the meatball on hand.
Looking at the brand new fifth page in front of me, my expression became cautious.
Because there is a lot of information recorded on the fifth page.
So much so that he had to read every line three times.
April 28, Alliance Calendar 100.
Wrong!
Wrong!
All wrong!
Damn it, this old guy must be lying to me!
But he had no reason to tell me a false result.
I regret it.
I shouldn't have bet with him at all.
Seeing this old guy looking so smug in front of me, he obviously won the bet, but I always felt that I was the loser this time.
This is the first time the old man mentioned in his diary that he lost the bet.
I didn’t write down how I made the bet. Judging from the time, a month has passed.
Reading the few lines above, his heart suddenly felt heavy.
This page of diary is not finished yet, please be patient and continue reading.
April 29, Alliance Calendar 100.
I thought about it all night and finally gave up telling my old friend the answer.
The old guy was right.
Humanity has survived the disaster caused by the great earthquake and has survived nearly 30 years of chaos.
Trade unions and alliances have put mankind back on the track of development in the past 70 years.
But the understanding and research on psychic creatures is still too short.
This curve is the only way to go, even though it is wrong.
But existence is reasonable,
I can't interfere with this process.
Otherwise, you will either be considered a lunatic.
Or only a small number of people accept it.
That would only lead to a huge breakdown in the union.
Just like the rebellion of the fallen spirits 40 years ago, it's the same principle.
April 31st, Year 100 of the Alliance Calendar.
We ran into some trouble, and I witnessed a battle between a Necromancer and a Necromancer.
That old guy is like a tail following my butt.
Standing behind me, commenting on the gains and losses of this battle.
Hmm! Just like what he said, the Soul Exterminator is like a third-rate warrior who only knows how to practice basic skills but doesn't know how to use them.
The fallen spirit master, on the other hand, is a swordsman who only pursues speed, does not pay attention to any foundation, and takes an eccentric approach to his sword.
The gap between the two can only be completely distinguished when it reaches a certain level.
Before that, both were examples of errors.
There is only a difference in strength.
There is no difference mentally.
At least in front of the correct answer, there is really no difference between them.
After this battle is over, I plan to find a quiet place with no one around.
The old guy reached out and patted my shoulder a few times, as if something had been taken away by him.
He said that it was the smell contaminated by the underworld.
Taking it away would save me a lot of trouble.
Unfortunately, I am too old...too old...
The diary ends here.
After closing the diary, Ding Xiaoyi closed his eyes and lay on Rouqiu's body.
From beginning to end, there is no mention of what went wrong in the diary.
The old man recorded this information in his diary without directly telling himself the answer.
Or, this answer is too subversive.
Or, it was this answer that he was not allowed to write down.
Even if I write it down, I'm afraid it will become a mosaic like the previous contents.
Or both.
If I had been there before, I would have doubted the authenticity of this diary.
However, after experiencing the psychic essence, he already believed the issues mentioned in the diary.
This mistake is not because the union's beliefs are wrong.
But the method.
The trade union is taking a detour. As for the end of the detour, whether it is right or wrong.
It's not mentioned in the diary.
The same is true for the fallen spirits.
But as the saying goes, existence is reasonable.,
The aura of underworld mentioned in the diary, I am afraid that I have been contaminated with it a lot.
Perhaps it is this reason that makes it easy for me to encounter psychic cases.
I have already been mentally prepared for this, and blindly avoiding it will not work.
You still have to live, and you still have to live in the sunshine like a normal person, instead of hiding yourself in the corner, so even if you survive, it will have no meaning.
So he is more inclined to face it and enhance his strength.
As for the last sentence in the diary...
Grandpa is too old, but he is very young.
Is this reminding me?
While Ding Xiaoyi was thinking, he heard a hoarse questioning voice coming from the [Acacia Snail] hanging on the wall.
"You are in a daze and want to eat shit??"
"ah!"
The sudden shout made him startled. He raised his head and saw that the bad old man had arrived at some unknown time and was standing on the fence, glaring at him with a cold face.
"Uh-huh~~Sorry, sorry, I got distracted!"
Ding Xiaoyi quickly hid the diary behind himself and waved his hand to let Meatball swallow the diary first and hide it.
Naturally, this little move couldn't be hidden from the old man's vicious eyes, but he just glanced at the black cover outside the diary and showed no interest in asking further questions.
He waved his hand and motioned for Ding Xiaoyi to come over.
"The water in the pot has already boiled. You can put this into the water later. When the water in the pot changes color, throw in the Xuantong tortoise shell and boil it until it melts away."
As the old man spoke, he threw himself a paper bag and opened it. He didn't know what it was inside. It was a dark mass and exuded a very strong and pungent smell.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes rolled around, and he thought for a moment: "Uncle, I wonder if it would have any impact if I took off a piece of the tortoise shell. It won't be much, maybe this big is enough!"
As he spoke, he made some gestures.
It's about as big as a washbasin, but compared to Xuantong's tortoise shell, it's not even one-tenth of the size.
At best, it's one-twentieth.
"Did you see the red crystal in the middle of the tortoise shell? As long as you don't move those, it won't have any effect if you take off a piece from other places, but can you cut it open?"
At this point, the old man's eyes narrowed into slits.
Ding Xiaoyi thought about it for a while, maybe he could try the electric saw he bought.
As if he knew what he was thinking, the old man waved his hand: "Don't count on those rags of yours. Once you cut it open, the medicine will have expired, and all my hard work will be in vain."
After saying that, the old man ignored Ding Xiaoyi and took out something from the bamboo frame.
The bronze sword body reflects a cold light, and the two ancient characters on the sword body seem to be more like a unique sound.
"Fish intestines!"
Looking at the fish intestine sword that the old man took out, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but blinked and saw the old man slapping his hand.
"Buzz!"
A cold light hit him, making the hairs on his body stand up uncontrollably, as if most of the blood in his body had gone cold in an instant.
"Buzz!"
The sword light came and went, but in the blink of an eye, it was back in the old man's hand.
At this time, a small hole was cut on Xuantong's tortoise shell.
Just as he was gesturing, the brown tortoise shell fell to the ground, revealing the light blue light inside the tortoise shell.
"Fortunately, it's a cub. If it were an adult, I wouldn't be angry. Hurry, time waits for no one!"
The old man said and threw the fish intestine sword back into the bamboo basket.
Ding Xiaoyi just woke up from a dream. He swallowed and stared at the old man's bamboo basket, wailing in his heart: "My fish intestine sword!!"
Holding the resentment of blood loss.
He quickly walked to the iron pot and threw all the powder the old man had just given him into the pot.
Soon, the water in the iron pot began to smell a special smell.
It doesn't smell bad, and it doesn't smell good either.
It's just that the smell offends my nose.
As it boils, the water in the pot begins to turn black and gets darker.
"Quick, quick! Throw the tortoise shell in."
Ding Xiaoyi directed Datou to throw the tortoise shell into the iron pot.
Datou looked at the big iron pot in front of him with an aggrieved face.
(???︿???)
What a pity, such a good job...
When the huge tortoise shell was thrown into the pot, its solid, iron-like shell quickly dissolved in the pot.
As the tortoise shell dissolves, the soup in the pot in front of you becomes more viscous.
"Grrrrrr!"
There were big bubbles coming out of the pot. Ding Xiaoyi looked back at the old man from time to time and found that the old man was squatting outside the fence. He was slowly kneading the cut tobacco into balls and stuffing them into the pot.
With a swipe of your finger, the smoke pot started to burn. After the tobacco inside was carbonized, you took a deep breath.
He also seemed to notice that Ding Xiaoyi was anxious.
After taking two puffs, he said: "Don't be anxious, just wait."
Seeing that the old man looked calm and composed, he was no longer anxious, and took advantage of this opportunity to come forward and ask: "Uncle, I want to ask something, do you think there is anything special about the gold here?"
"gold!"
The old man took a look at the mountains of gold in his yard.
"Nothing special, just ordinary gold!"
"Er... I mean, if this gold leaves Huangquan, will it have any bad impact on the outside world?"
The old man glanced at Ding Xiaoyi.
Smash it, smash the cigarette holder on your mouth: "This gold is just ordinary gold, just like your people, ordinary people. It's just that the gold has been soaked in the underworld for too long and has been tainted with the smell of the underworld. Over time,
It’s gone.”
"The smell of underworld..."
He thought about the old man's words, and mentioned this more than once in his diary.
But what exactly is the aura of Huang Quan and what does it do?
He didn't know it clearly, just when he was thinking about how to trick the old man into asking about this matter.
The old man suddenly hit Ding Xiaoyi with a cigarette pole: "What are you doing stupidly? Come on, come on, come on, this is going to happen, take off your clothes quickly!"
Take off your clothes?
He glared and looked back at the old man: "You still want to take it off??"
The old man's eyes were even bigger than his own: "Nonsense, if you don't take off your clothes, how can you get into the pot?"